Do you crave sensual indulgence? Her Shadow is an erotic story that is mysterious and full of wild abandon, sexy and well written, naughty and poetic. If you crave indulgence, you will want to ride these sensual urges.

Natasha is at the river feeling the sun beating in between her thighs. It was a beautiful day to be in nature, to set her breasts free, to feel the bounce of them, and the warm air kissing them.
Thinking she is alone, Natasha begins touching herself. She whimpers at the thought of a man inside of her, caressing her, and traveling the course of her body with his hands. When she’s about to orgasm, she hears a man walking toward the river.
Naked and aroused, she looks to him. Her chest lifts and her lower back arches as she gives the man a seductive smile. She enjoys him staring at her and she becomes soft—surrendering to him is what her desire craves.
Who is this man?
He is confident, and she’s allured by his features—his wide neck, the architectural shape of his muscular arms, and his broad shoulders.
The man’s eyes stream the lines of her body—the delicate shape of her neck leading to her shoulders, the curves of her rounded breasts, and the circles of her relaxed areolas.
Her smile grows, and the bigger her smile becomes, the more she opens her legs.
Natasha is a woman who knows the pleasures of her body. Her desire is an ocean she swims in. Sometimes, the waves move calmly in her and sometimes the waves move fiercely.
Is it possible for her to know more?
She will discover that he is the man that will take her farther than she’s ever been.

“beautifully encapsulates what love is” Kirkus Reviews

After ten years together, including some difficult times, Adam and Eva are still as in love as they were when they told each other every day that they loved each other every day more.

All-round adorable Adam – adopted, mixed-race, with a deep social conscience that he shares with his wife – claims to have no issues other than having no issues. Raised by remarkable parents, he has grown up happy and grounded, uninterested in his “other parents” or in why they might have had to give him up.

Having lost her father at fifteen, and still suffering a terrible relationship with “mother”, Eva has more issues than she cares to admit, and it falls to an unexpected visit by two policemen to uncover a secret she has kept from her husband since the first day they met.

With the past at last explained, and the worst of it now apparently behind them, today has been a day of good news, which Eva is looking forward to sharing with the friends who have invited them to dinner. But their hosts seem to have very different plans for the evening, and the air is thick with tension as gradually the reason for their invitation begins to come out…

Its satirical humor sometimes black and irreverent, POLK, HARPER & WHO is a contemporary tale of complex family relationships, of lifelong friendships being put to the test, and ultimately of the triumph of imperfect London love within imperfect London lives.

Contains Mature Themes

“the language, the cleverness, the juxtaposition of heartbreak and humor and the presence of truly hilariously drawn characters is at least half the pleasure of reading the book” Casey Dorman – Lost Coast Review

“A thoughtful, observant, and often humorous tale about real connections.” Kirkus Reviews

Welcome To The World’s Most Exclusive Club – Where Your Wildest, Hottest, Most Romantic Fantasies Might Suddenly Come True…What happens when four attractive, passionate, witty New York women decide to come clean for the first time and finally tell all their deepest, steamiest, most surprising secrets?

“It’s not that I regret that night… I don’t. But in every woman’s life there are episodes so private that she only lets herself remember them in the middle of the night, under the covers, when no one can see her blush…”

These were the hottest nights of our lives. We pulled all stops, indulged in every pleasure known to woman, confessing to our wackiest, happiest, most intriguing and gratifying sensual adventures:

• “How I lost my bikini bottom one magical night on the Jersey Shore (and how, astonishingly, I found it again in Manhattan)…”
• “What I did on the night before my wedding (and my husband never knew)…”
• “Where I found the biggest bananas (and what I did with them)…”
• “Why I took a secret lover (and how it saved my marriage)…”

These and many more exhilarating, and arousing tales are told during the enchanted gatherings of the, most unique club in the world.

We call it The Love Club of Amsterdam Avenue. You are most welcome to join…if you dare.

Over 1 million pages read!

I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that’s not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can’t seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted–and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and extended claws. But by the time I stood over her lifeless body, she was a girl again. That’s about the time I went into shock. And that was the moment he showed up.

Now, all I can do is accept the truths that are staring me in the face. One, Werewolves do exist. And two, I was born to kill them.

Having recently come to terms with her psychic gift of communicating with the comatose, all Kat Parker wanted was a bit of relaxation and to replace her broken cell phone. But her uncle’s death reveals a new and potentially dangerous wrinkle to her abilities — she can see and talk with the dead.

Phoneless, fed up, and fearful for her sanity, Kat is still determined to help her uncle. Discovering he had more than a few secrets, she embarks on a treasure hunt for the one object she believes will help him rest in peace. Standing in her way is the CIA, a Mexican drug cartel kill squad, a group of mask-wearing gang members, and a wild alligator determined to eat her pet turtle.

As things spiral out of control, the absurdity of it all has Kat wondering if she hasn’t already gone insane, if she’ll be forever saddled with babysitting her uncle’s spirit, and if she should even bother to replace her phone.