Genre: Paranormal Romance
Tabitha Lock's mundane life changes when her future walks out of the sea into her arms.
Attorney
Tabitha Lock has put her career before everything, including her love
life. Exhausted from too many late nights, early mornings, and endless
days spent in court, Tabitha is at the end of her rope. Add to that the
sensual dreams and voices that haunt her sleep, and she's driven to the
edge of her sanity.
Jax Aquila, Mer prince and son of Poseidon,
is ordered to locate a mortal female in the twenty-first century.
Although this woman is unaware of it, she has vampire heritage, but her
immortality was forsaken to her due to the sins of her ancestor. Old
hatred and prejudice toward vampires push Jax toward pursing his own
agenda and avoiding his assigned task.
When Jax meets Tabitha, he
has no idea this enticing woman is the one he was sent to find. The
magic of their attraction drives him to pursue the beautiful woman. When
he discovers the truth, can he accept Tabitha for what she is? And can
Tabitha accept herself? As they struggle with the issues at hand, an
ancient evil stirs, waiting in the darkness to reclaim their lost
position among the immortals. When the evil ones make their move and
Tabitha's life hangs in the balance can Jax find her in time, or will
she be lost to him forever?
Content Warning: graphic sex, some violence
Excerpt:
A wisp of air blew Tabitha's curls around her face. The urge to
scream boiled up within her. "Leave me alone. Don't talk to me while I'm
wide awake too. Give it a rest." She gritted her teeth. "This is only
my imagination." She watched her lips say the words.
Unexpectedly, a buzzing rang out, and she jumped, her heart fluttering.
"I'm
going to faint from fright." She leaned against the counter top,
breathing heavily. She pointed at herself in the mirror. "Get a hold of
yourself. The buzz is only my cellphone alarm." Tabitha shook her head,
tossing her hair all over her head. "I look like a mad woman. Oh yeah, I
am one." She laughed almost hysterically.
Going back to her nightstand, she checked the time on her cellphone.
"Oh no, it's after eight AM already. Damn, I didn't hear the first alarm." I'm going to be late, again.
She
tossed the phone toward the bed. It bounced off. She moved to catch it,
but missed. It nearly hit the floor then without her touching it, it
stopped, moved midair, and landed on the bed.
Tabitha stared at
it for several seconds. "No way. That didn't happen. I prayed for these
crazy things to end." She buried her face in her hands and sat on the
edge of the bed.
I've got to get to work. Pulling her nightgown
over her head, she tossed it to the floor. Her energy drained, she
plopped back down on the bed.
"I've gotta focus on work. I must
be strong." She stared at a painting on the wall. "Not again. I won't go
through this stuff again." She allowed her mind to relax, and as she
studied the beautiful colors of the painting, her eyes shut.
A cool breeze blew across her heated skin. "My child, all is not forsaken to you."
"Shut
up! Do you hear me?" Tabitha put her hands over her ears and shook her
head wildly. "Just shut up." The thunder rumbled again as if to emphasis
her words.
I have to get up now, I'm late. Tabitha rushed to the
shower. The glass door slammed behind her. She turned the water on then
leaned against the tile wall and closed her eyes.
The hot water
and steam was soothing—it felt wonderful. As the water washed over her,
she thought of the reoccurring voice and the dreams which felt too real.
The voice had spoken to her on and off all throughout her life, but for
the last three years, it had been silent. The dreams, however, had
continued throughout the years, and as of late they'd been more intense,
more sensual. The dreams were far more disquieting than the voice.
Suddenly,
her shower stopped, and her world went into a spin. She was falling,
hurtling to the ground. She reached out, desperate to grab hold of
something to stop her. There was nothing to catch onto before she hit
bottom.
Complete darkness made her blind. The smell of the damp
earth surrounded her, filling her lungs. No longer was she in her
bathroom. "Help me, let me out of here. Help me, dear God help me,"
Tabitha screamed. She pushed at the ground above her, the walls next to
her. "No, this can't be happening."
She hit the hard, damp
ground. It hurt her hands but she continued to slam against the hard
earth. I hate dark, cold places. Her fingers bled, the coppery smell
filling her prison. This place could be her grave. Am I dead?
Then
an overpowering smell of salt water mixed with her blood took over her
senses, making her gag. "What's happening?" In a flash, she was back in
her shower, on the floor with the hot water running over her. Stunned,
she got up and sat on the shower's bench. Her legs were wobbly. "God
help me." She moaned, rocking back and forth to soothe herself.
Reluctantly,
she stood to rinse herself off. Shaking, she stepped out of the shower
as if in a trance. What am I going to do? I can't tell anyone this is
happening to me. I'd be committed. She picked up a towel and dried
herself. Again, her world went dark, and she fell, hitting the tile
floor. Her head slammed into something hard.
Silky sheets
entwined between her legs. A fire crackled nearby. Warm, strong arms
embraced her, pulling her tight. Wake up, I've got to wake up. Her mind
grasped for reality.
"What troubles you, my love?" A man kissed
her shoulder. "I need you, my mate, you make me whole." The man
whispered soothing words to her. His voice, his words, made her tingle
to her very core. Her womb ached with the need to have him fill her. He
spoke to her with such love it made her yearn for more of him.
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Reading and
writing is a wonderful diversion from an often-difficult world. I love
to create my own stories and have control over how things will end. It's
exciting to create brand new worlds and characters. My imagination can
come alive.
In sci-fi,
fantasy, and paranormal stories, I can invent wonderful places and
people. Anything is possible in these genres, it's limitless. I'm able
to create an escape into a special world filled with unique and
fantastic things and there is always a happy ending.
A high school
teacher inspired me to write. However, instead of initially pursuing my
writing career I became a lawyer. I work in divorce court, so erotic
romance is a great escape. There can be true love and happy-endings, at
least on my pages.
My two
children and I have two good-humored dogs that share our home and ease
our stress. I have traveled and lived all over the world, and these
experiences have given me great creative ideas. I look forward to
creating many more adventures in romance.
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