Imagination will take you everywhere. 


     -   Albert Einstein

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I have worked with energy both as a yoga instructor and as a body worker for many years. When I left that profession, I was driven to write about energy and the paranormal. Many of the situations my heroines experience are created from my own encounters with energy, its power and possibilities. I hope you enjoy the adventures of my characters. 

Excerpts from all of my books are available at Amazon using their "Look Inside" feature, or by downloading a free sample.


My Latest Release

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Forensic accountant Jayne Hunt will do whatever it takes to catch the thief stealing charitable contributions from Steele Management, Inc.—even if it means asking Everly Gray and her bothersome ESP fingers for help. 

 Parker Steele has a solid, tactical strategy to disrupt Jayne's spreadsheet fixation with his charms, and claim her for his own—until family secrets, a dirty cop, and a dangerous toxin blow his plan to bits and put their lives in imminent danger. 

Available in digital format at AMAZON 
and BARNES & NOBLE


Current Projects...


The next Everly Gray Adventure 


a Touch of the Past

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Free fall. I’d tumbled from the edge of my reality into the vast unknown of truth. Or maybe it was lies. All lies.

I twisted in my seat and pressed my nose up close to the airplane window. Wind whipped over the silver wings, leaving a trail of vapor that blended into the foggy gray of predawn. Silent and powerful. I squeezed my hands into fists, nails biting the soft flesh of my palms. It didn’t help. My fingers slid over the cold, metallic surface of a false reality, clung to vapors of old beliefs, and clawed for purchase in a new world of truth. I’d slipped off the edge of the Boeing seven-sixty-seven wingtip as surely as the letter in my pocket had ripped a hole in my childish beliefs.

The letter was postmarked Waimea, Hawaii. The name on my ticket said Everly Gray, seat 3A, and the plane occupied airspace somewhere over the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

I’d followed my curiosity. Again.

Free fall. No parachute.


Available soon...

The next gemini women story 


The Healing


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Prologue
 
Darkness chased my dream away, crowding me, pushing me into the reality of the night. My eyelids flickered against the abruptness of waking and my nerve endings were tuned to high alert, but to…what? The rumble of traffic, faint and distant, filtered through the open window. Palm trees rustled in the tropical breeze. Normal sounds that didn’t explain the thudding of my heart or the skittery jitters running along my nerves.

Inhale. Exhale. I pressed a fist tight to my chest in a futile effort to still the frantic pounding of my heart. When had the darkness gotten so loud? I swallowed and held my breath, focusing on the soft, subtle sounds that hid behind the obvious. There. A faint disturbance in the energy Nothing I recognized, but it sensed me, tickled my aura with a light, questioning touch. A curious touch. My heart skipped a beat, and fear settled over my skin. This wouldn’t do at all. Not if there was any hope of getting back to sleep.

Nerves tingling, I groped the blankets and slid my hand over the pillow searching for Ahimsa, knowing his purr would calm me.

An indentation. Still warm, but no furry feline.

I bolted up, reached for the light. “No light,” screamed through my mind, and I jerked away from the switch. The clock cast a shimmery blue haze that left the deep corners of my bedroom in shadow. Two-twenty.

Bothersome bouncing Buddhas.

Ahimsa always spends the night curled against me or on the pillow next to me. “Ahi—” The shout stuck in my throat. An unconscious warning? 

Deep breaths. When had my yoga calm evaporated? I consciously pulled it around me, clutching to each deliberate breath and taking the time to rest at the bottom of my exhalations.

A sound came from Ahimsa. A yowl that started from the back of his throat, clung to the air, and caught the hair on my arms. It shattered any pretense at staying calm. My feet slammed against the polished wood floor, and I raced downstairs to the business floor of my building. “Ahimsa.” My mind screamed his name, but it came out as a pant, floating without substance.

Another yowl. I’d heard sounds like that come from humans. In mental hospitals. Never from my cat and it flung any hope of coherent thought from my brain. I couldn’t tell his exact location, but the cries came from the front of my shop, Soma Herbal. With any luck, he’d cornered something small and furry that could be hustled outside with the judicious use of a broom and I could be back in bed within minutes. 

Two-thirds of the way down, I slipped on a stair tread—Damn it, Chloe. Why didn’t you go for the natural finish instead of the satin—landed hard, pain slicing through my hip as I skidded to the bottom on my tush. A human avalanche that made enough noise to alert every criminal within a ten-block radius.

Again with the feline distress call. Less disturbing this time—less human, more feline. Who knew a domestic shorthair could speak impatience so fluently? At least he didn’t sound hurt. Angry, though. And disturbed.  

I hobbled toward the front door, rubbing at my bruised hip as I weaved my way around the counters and displays. A ray of light streamed through the window blinds, caught the opalescent glimmer of Ahimsa’s green eyes. He wanted out? Impossible. He never asked to go out. Ever. As felines go, he hit the top of the scaredy-cat scale, flatly refusing to go outside for any reason. A good thing, since I wouldn’t let him out to experience the creepy crawlies that haunt tropical nights.

I crouched down, stroked the agitated bristle from his fur. Maybe the cute female tabby from two doors down had been prowling the neighborhood for some quick booty.

Or maybe not.


Available in 2012
 

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