I'm a frequent reader of indie authors, and I'm not bothered by lack of polish when a book engrosses me, makes me feel, or generally abides by a few basic linchpins: decent plot, decent writing, decent characters, or at least one of the three.Here I found none.The story circles around and around,...
At least, not to her. She couldn’t ignore the fact that Jeremy and Tony watched her more closely than the other office managers had, nor was it something she could chalk up to an overactive imagination. They did. Every time she turned around it seemed as if one or the other of them studied her wi...
Whoever those men had been – and she wasn’t entirely certain now that it hadn’t been just her overactive imagination – apparently they hadn’t followed her. Her GPS guided her to her hotel in downtown New Orleans without a glitch. She hoped that now she’d finally left it all behind her. It was a d...
Since he was using his own money for this little adventure, he hadn’t flown first class and coach was definitely not made for a man with legs as long as his. His spine popped as he settled into the leather, breathed in the scent of it. Home, he was home. “So,” Darrin drawled evenly, “still no suc...
Two days of steady riding later and it was clear as they watched that the army was indeed moving too slowly. Elon saw standards waver, not the ones of his dreams, the ones that turned, but the ones that didn’t move quickly enough. How much was incompetence and how much deliberate delay? he wonder...
He reacted instantly out of habit and training. He realized only a second too late who it was that slipped quietly through pre-dawn light of the living room of the suite wearing one of his t-shirts before he caught her wrist and yanked her toward him.She yelped softly as he caught her in his arms...
Although some Elves had stronger magic, Dorovan knew he had only such as all Elves were born with, the strength and resilience of his body, the empathy of their race, the ability to create Elven lights in the darkness, and a trace of Healing. His own truest magic was in his skill with his swords,...
Now he had them all. As a precaution, he’d made certain the Marid had fed well only a short time before, to gain strength as Kamenwati suggested, but also in preparation for this moment, to make it logy and a little slow. The room reeked of the coppery scent of spilled blood, which also worked to...