Guardian — Now Available in Audio!

GuardianCover_225Audiobook fans, the audio version of Guardian, Hidden: Soulhunter Book One, is available now at all retailers.

The Hidden: Soulhunter series is being narrated by the fabulous Julia Knippen, who also narrates my Copper Falls series. She absolutely nailed E’s voice, and I couldn’t be happier. Here’s a sample:

The Guardian audiobook is available at the following retailers:

I hope you’ll check it out! It’s always a new experience hearing the books, and Julia did a fabulous job.

Cover Reveal & Release Date: A New Day, StrikeForce #1!

I waited for two years to write this book. The idea came to me when I was in the midst of writing HIDDEN. And then I started Copper Falls. And then Hidden: Soulhunter. And I promised myself that once I got through the writing of the second Copper Falls book, I’d finally sit down and write this fun little series.

As I mentioned over the weekend, the path to this book wasn’t nearly as simple as I thought it would be. I lamented on Facebook that I had to scrap the first draft. And, silently (and maybe cursing more than a little) I scrapped most of the second draft, too.

Three rewrites. That’s what it took to get to this point, and I am SO HAPPY that I didn’t just try to trick myself into thinking that the first version was okay. Because, guys… I love this book. I wrote this purely for myself, and I’m happy. Luckily, I’ve learned over the last couple of years that when I love something, chances are good that at least a few of you will love it, too, because you get me. 🙂

How about a synopsis first?

Superheroes exist. Driven, honest, courageous…  true heroes. They live among us, and all over the world, they save lives. Their stories are told in hushed tones to rapt audiences, over and over again, myths of epic proportions.

This is not that kind of story.

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Jolene Faraday is the girl next door, the sweet woman who’ll help you unload your groceries, lend you twenty bucks when you get into a bind. She’s the girl who takes care of her mother, pays her way through college, and even escorts her elderly friends to church.

She’s also the Detroit area’s most infamous burglar, robbing the rich in the wealthy suburbs, getting around their security as if it barely exists, making a mockery of the law enforcement agents who are determined to bring her down.

Life is just one long con game, and she’s the best there is at what she does.

And one day, it happens. 

Across the globe, a new wave of ordinary people find themselves with super powers. Some hide, afraid of what they’ve become. Some become heroes; others, villains.

Jolene just becomes a better crook.

And suddenly, it’s not just police officers after her. She’s officially under the jurisdiction of StrikeForce, Detroit’s supernatural law enforcement force, an agency shrouded in mystery. As she and her new partner become more audacious, she finds herself on StirkeForce’s most wanted list.

My husband, as always, was my cover designer on this one, and I am so absolutely in love with this cover. It’s so Jolene. Take a look!



So, when can you read it? A New Day will be out on Tuesday, November 17th. I will be doing a pre-order, and I should have links available for you later this week. In the meantime, if you’re on GoodReads, please add it to your TBR over there. I am so excited about this series, guys! I’ll have more for you in the coming days, including a peek at chapter one, playlists, and that preorder link. Sharing on Twitter and Facebook to help spread the word is also always very much appreciated!

Thank you! You guys make it so I can write the kind of stories I love, and there are no words for how much I adore you.


Finding Jolene Faraday (A Strike Force Update)

In a word: it’s done. A New Day, which is the first book in my Strike Force superhero romance/urban fantasy series, is finished, all but a few loose ends and a bit of polishing.

It was a crazy process, just getting to this point.

It all started so simply. I love superheroes. I love comic books. I love romance.

I write stuff. 

I wanted to write a series that had the same feeling I get from my favorite comics, that over-the-top, exciting, fun experience that you get when reading a really great comic book. Plenty of outrageous badassery mixed in with a really strong romance plot, because everything is better with romance.

I had just the chracter for it, too. Somewhere around the writing of HOME, a character popped into my mind. I wrote a whole backstory for her, what she did, who she loved, how she became who she’d become. She was my Captain America. My Superman, my Captain Marvel.

And after I finished Shadow Sworn, I finally had the time to sit down and write her story. And I did. I got through a complete (though thin) draft of the first Strike Force book, and started rough work on the second… and I hated it. It was missing something. I didn’t care what happened to my main character, Jolene, and that is the death knell of any story. I mean, seriously. I wrote five books about Molly Brooks and I still want to write her so badly I can practically taste it. One book of my original version of Jolene Faraday, and I was ready to bury her for good. Ugh.

So I took a few days off. I did a lot of staring at the ceiling, lots of stressing out over that panic I think every author gets when we’re sure we have no idea what we’re doing anymore.

I spent a lot of time in my office, reading the draft and wondering where it went wrong. Why I didn’t care about a character who was, really, everything I’d said I wanted her to be.

And I realized, during one of those writing/not writing sessions, that although I love Captain America, and I think Superman is great… I can’t really identify with either of them. Even Captain Marvel, if we want to put a female face to it: I love her, but I can’t relate.

Once I knew that, it was like a floodgate opened. I had the name. I knew this character was a Jolene, but she, who she really was, was buried under all this bullshit of what I thought I wanted her to be.

That sounds really flaky, but it’s my truth. Just as we come up with all of these “I should be this thing/this way/better/etc.” often impossible ideals for ourselves, (and so often those ideals are damaging us much more than improving us) the same can be true for the chracters we write. Jolene is Jolene. I was trying to make her something else.

The Jolene that eventually emerged, once I stopped being stupid, is the Jolene she always should have been. I don’t write perfect characters. I don’t write characters who know what they’re doing. I’m starting to realize that, as a writer, I have certain themes that I gravitate toward, and Jolene in her original, forced, incarnation was just wrong for me.

This book is nothing like I imagined it would be. But it is everyting it should be, and I’m so happy with the way it came together.

Maybe this is a good sign. I’ve written before about the process I took to finally getting to the book that ended up being Lost Girl, and the winding path that led me to Molly Brooks. Eunomia was easier, only because once she appeared on the page, I felt like I knew her. Sophie was a lot like E in this way. Jolene, though… I had to work to find her, just as I had to work to find Molly, and since the moment I figured her out, writing has been a blast. And I have a story here that I can’t stop thinking about, rather than running from it the second I shut down Scrivener, relieved to not have to think about it until my next writing session. That’s a sucky way for a writer to feel, and that’s been most of my writing time since I finished Shadow Sworn back in July.

You guys will meet Jolene next month, when the first Strike Force novel, A New Day, comes out. In between now and then, there will be snippets, blog posts, play lists, and other fun stuff to introduce you to the world of Strike Force. I can’t wait to introduce you to Jolene, in all her messed up, imperfect, confused, contrary badassery. I love her dearly, and I hope you’ll love her, too.

Thanks for reading! Have a great weekend.

Shadow Sworn is Available Now!

ShadowSwornCoverHalfSizeThis book, guys.

This book had me tied up in knots. It had me riding a rollercoaster of emotions. At moments, this book made me so happy I swore I never wanted to leave the Copper Falls world, because writing there was an absolute joy. And other moments…

Well. It’s probably best not to talk about those other moments. 😉

What it all comes down to is this: the second Copper Falls book is available now, and I cannot wait to share this next part of Sophie’s story with you. I hope you love it. And I hope you’ll let me know what you think! Thanks, as always, for your amazing support and encouragement. You guys are seriously the best.



Yarn Along: Double Crochet!

Double crochet doesn’t seem all that complicated, but for one reason or another, the last time I tried learning to crochet, I just couldn’t quite get the hang of it. Of course, a large part of the problem was that I (a lefty) was trying to follow instructions for righties.

I know. Duh.

Anyway, my whole goal with this crochet thing is to eventually make a granny square afghan. And to do granny squares you have to do lots and lots of… you guessed it! Double crochet.


Thankfully, my husband found a great video on double crochet for lefties on, and then I found another one Youtube from Crochet Guru. Between the two of them, I’m finally getting it! So the past few crochet sessions have been spent practicing my double crochet. Next week’s goal is to make my first granny square. Wish me luck!

So that’s this week’s yarn. This week’s read is Karen Abbott’s Liar, Temptress, Soldier, Spy, which is a really good read despite the fact that I read the first half a few months ago and then it got lost on my towering TBR pile until now. If you like history, women’s history, Civil War history… this is for you. I swear I’ve gotten a good couple dozen story ideas just in the time I’ve been reading it! 🙂

Check out more yarn alongs over at Small Things.

Week In Review – Greenfield Village, Editing, and Other Miscellany

It was a good week.

The first week of my quest to get healthier and shrink a bit went really well. Other than that, here’s what I did this week, and what I’m looking forward to next week.


I did not get a ton of writing done this week. I made a bit of progress on Shifted Fate (you will have a newsletter installment on Tuesday!) and am finishing up the Hidden prequel short story I’m writing. That story will be available in an anthology with a bunch of my urban fantasy author pals, including SM Reine, Jovee Winters, Annie Bellet, Christine Pope, Colleen Gleason, and many others. I’ll share more details as we get closer to the release date — so excited for this one!

So not much writing, but there was editing.

So. Much. Editing.

I have feedback on Shadow Sworn from most of my beta readers, and it’s all been very positive. Of course, there were things they pointed out and things I was unhappy with as well, and those things are being fixed in this final pass. Edits will be finished early this week, which means I get to focus on THE NEXT BOOK! Yay!


I started out the week reading Amanda Quick’s Garden of Lies and I loved it. The end frustrated me a bit, but overall I really enjoyed it.

After that, I read Entwined, which is a novella from Kristen Callihan’s Darkest London series. HIGHLY recommend checking it out, and after reading it (I think it was one of my one-click freebies or something) I ordered the first two novels in the series from my library. Anxiously awaiting reading them!

I was clearly in a historical mood last week, so I decided to take another shot at Dragonfly in Amber. I started it after I finished reading Outlander a few months back, and then I set it aside, not because I didn’t like it but because I got started reading other things. Anyway, I’m reading it again, and the same scenes made me cry as the first time around.

Home and Family

We went to Greenfield Village early in the week, which is one of our favorite places to visit and the weather was absolutely perfect. I ended up buying this adorable Mason jar salt and pepper set at the gift shop, and my kids teased me about hoarding salt and pepper shakers. I don’t know what it is. They’re just becoming one of those things I buy lately. 🙂 That top photo in the collage is one of the gardens at Greenfield Village — I want mine to look like that someday.

PicMonkey Collage

I made decent progress on the afghan I’m crocheting for my daughter, though I didn’t work on it much the last few days. Sunday is always a good crocheting day, so I expect I’ll add at least a few more rows to it during the day. It’s also bread baking and yogurt making day. I love Sundays.

The summer garden is dying down, and we’re getting the fall garden going now. We sowed lettuce, spinach, kale, chard, beets, and turnips, and I’m looking forward to all of it. As much as I love tomatoes and zucchini, I’m equally happy with kale and spinach. And cooler weather. Amen.

And of course, there’s the demon basset, who is her usual dippy, demonic, majestic self. 🙂

Next Week

Next week, I really get to dive into the next book. I made good progress on it before I started editing Shadow Sworn, so I’m looking forward to getting back to it. I’ll be talking about it more as time goes on. 🙂

Finishing up editing and getting Shadow Sworn laid out and ready to go is always fun, so I’m looking forward to that as well.

Have a great week, all! <3



Yarn Along (Finally!)

I’ve been reading Ginny’s blog, Small Things, for quite a while now. Her photos are gorgeous, and it’s just one of those blogs that makes me happy every time I visit. Anyway, one of the things she does on her blog every Wednesday is host what she calls a “yarn along” — she shares a photo of her current knitting (or crochet) project, as well as the book she’s currently reading. I’ve wanted to participate, but never had crochet projects to share.

I’m finally working on an afghan for my oldest daughter, so I get to do a Yarn Along post this week! It was one of my little personal goals for this year, so I’m happy to finally be able to participate.


This is my first afghan. It’s a pretty simple pattern (really, “pattern” is almost too complex of a term for it) that I found over on Dream a Little Bigger by Allison Murray. She calls it a “Six Hour Afghan” but I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s going to take me a bit longer than that.  🙂 It’s a little over 1/4 finished now.

As for the reading, I’m currently reading Amanda Quick (A.K.A. Jayne Ann Krentz)’s The Garden of Lies. It has everything: mystery, a feisty, take no BS heroine, a brooding, mysterious hero, a Victorian London setting, and some pretty magnificently steamy writing, as well. I’m really enjoying it, and I think this may well lead to an Amanda Quick reading binge.

It was the perfect time for me to start a crochet project: I finished Shadow Sworn (yay!) and I’m starting both a diet and our homeschool year (yikes) so I need something kind of soothing to do in my downtime. So far, this project (and this book) fit the bill perfectly.

To see more Yarn Along entries, stop by Small Things every Wednesday. 

Ready for a Shadow Sworn Excerpt?

I think it’s time for a little bit of Shadow Sworn, don’t you? We’re just over two weeks away now! Enjoy!

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ShadowSwornCoverHalfSizeAfter two more days of struggling through work, Sophie was relieved to make it to her day off. She was grateful for the first time since she began working at the resort for the reduced hours that came with the end of the tourist season. Always, before, she’d had her aunt’s debts and the possibility of losing her land hanging over her head. Autumn had always brought the scurry for part time jobs to fill in the missing income.

This year, her meager salary would be enough to cover her living expenses, now that the debt had been paid. Sophie stood in her kitchen and smiled a little to herself. Though, at the time, when Calder had bought her house out from under her at auction, she hadn’t found the situation nearly as comforting.

She leaned against the butcher block counter in her cozy kitchen, sipping one of her favorite herbal tea blends from her favorite antique tea cup. She forced herself to stay, to be calm, to focus on the moment. She forced herself to see the way the late afternoon sun gleamed across the newly-waxed wood floor, the way the light picked up the subtle floral pattern on the area rug in the living room. She held onto Calder’s advice, and hoped that if she could do this one thing, if she could slow down, and focus, and truly exist in the moment… if she could do that, then she could stay mostly sane.

So she stood, the herbal scent of her tea wafting toward her, sun shining in the windows.

And she needed it. She’d spent the entire day with Calder, but he had left a while ago to see Bryce about his ugly car and the hunt the two of them were planning. They did a long hunt every fall, Calder, Bryce, and Calder’s brother, Jon. Calder had initially called it off for that year, and, at Sophie’s insistence, he’d agreed to reschedule with his friend and his brother. She didn’t want his entire life changing, and she didn’t want him to feel like he was singularly devoted to babysitting her.

Though how she would manage for a week, when she was nearly out of her mind having him away from her for even an hour, made her break out in a cold sweat. This possessiveness was part of the curse she’d taken from him. Every time he walked away from her, even if it was simply to leave the house to grab the mail or feed Merlin, it made her edgy, as if she wanted to drag him back and keep him. She’d wondered, at first, how much of that was just her. After a lifetime spent wanting him, she had Calder. She had the one man she’d ever truly wanted, and she knew the rest of their lives wouldn’t be enough.

She smiled, remembering that conversation. How pleased Calder had looked to hear her say those words, the way his face had softened, the warmth in his gaze. The way he’d slowly run his hands down her sides, over her hips, and pulled her toward him. How he’d told her that the insane possessive thing was all the curse, but that she should remember that idea about forever not being long enough for those times when he would undoubtedly manage to piss her off.

She shook her head with a smile and gulped down the last of her tea. She had a quiet house, and time to focus, and she had other things to do besides stand there mooning over Calder. She glanced at the potted plant she’d picked up the day before, sitting on the windowsill near the table where she and Calder ate their meals. She’d bought it on clearance from the local nursery because it was wilted and potbound. That was reassuring, in its way. If she killed it as she seemed to kill so many other plants of late, at least she would have the comfort of knowing it was likely on its way out, anyway.

It had wilted a bit more in her presence, and she supposed it could have been from her Shadow magic. But it could not, as well.

She walked over to the windowsill and picked up the plant, its terra cotta pot cool in her hands. She carried it back to the kitchen and set it on the counter.

And she focused.

She called to mind the magic she’d worked so often, that healing, life-giving magic that had once come to her. It had never roared through her, and it had never come easily. Always, working her magic had been like coaxing a shy animal out of hiding. It had been delicate, painstaking work.

She looked at the plant, and focused first on her gratitude for the Light, for its beauty and richness, for its life-affirming energy.

The fact that she could not longer feel it was something she forced herself not to think about.

She spent a moment sending her apologies to the Light for what she had allowed herself to become. For allowing the Light within her to be profaned, to the point that she’d lost it completely.

She sent a prayer that she would once again be worthy, that the fact that her intentions had been those of a Lightwitch would be enough.

Those things done, she turned her attention once again to the plant. It was an English ivy, and its leaves wilted horribly. Some were brown, some a sickly yellow.

She focused, and recalled the spell she’d used so often.

She could see it. She could see the way the spell was supposed to work, just as she always had. She could see the way she was supposed to cast the spell, the way the magic was supposed to work, the way her power was supposed to wrap itself around the plant, the Light’s power combining with the inherent life force within the plant.

She could see it, and yet she could not call forth even a spark of the Light magic she’d once had.

She focused harder, no longer coaxing. Calling. Commanding.


To her utter dismay, instead of Light answering her call, she felt Shadow rise within her. She tried to stop focusing, tried to let the spell drop. She could still envision the way her spell was supposed to work, and as she stood there, she could see Shadow twisting, working its way into the spell she’d been trying to perform.

Sophie gave a strangled cry and closed her eyes, shook her head to break her focus. She felt the spell fall apart, this time with some relief.

The plant looked no worse for wear, she noticed as she looked it over. It didn’t look any better, either, but at least it wasn’t worse.

“One more time,” she murmured to herself. She knew she was reaching the end of her ability to focus at all, as she stood there with her stomach growling in insane hunger, her throat dry with thirst, her body yearning for release. She forced herself to focus. She would have to learn to ignore the hunger. Master it, somehow.

She rebuilt the spell until she was able to see it. This part, she could do. It felt familiar to when she was learning to use her magic, when she was in her teens and early twenties. At first, all she’d been able to do was see the spells she read about online. See the mechanics of them, how they went together. Eventually, she’d learned to fill them with her Light magic, and had been delighted to see plants grow healthier, animals heal, and humans find themselves feeling heartier. She’d worked the magic over and over again, putting a bit of that healing magic into the soaps and lotions she’d once made.

She focused then, holding the spell in her mind, her eyes closed, her hands in front of her, fingers moving every once in a while as she imitated the gestures she’d so often made when casting.

She coaxed. Pleaded. And once again, she was rewarded only with Shadow slithering its way through what she’d made. She groaned in frustration, and the spell shattered.

She plopped down onto one of the dining room chairs and looked at the plant in frustration. She held some hope. At least she could still see the way her magic was supposed to work. As she sat, she looked at the plant without really seeing it, her mind racing as her body nearly screamed with her endless hunger. She could see the way Light magic worked. Did Shadow work the same way? Would she be able to build the spells the way she did with Light?

She shook her head, pushing the thought away. She had no desire to learn how to work Shadow magic. She didn’t want it, and she certainly didn’t want to learn about how to use it.

That crazy, restless energy she’d inherited with Calder’s curse had her gritting her teeth, and she finally gave up. She stood and stepped into her sneakers. She let herself out the back door of her cottage, and headed for the woods, stopping to scratch Merlin’s ears on the way. He gave her a cranky bleat in return, and she shook her head, then took off toward the woods.

She would run off this energy. And then she would come home and try to cook. She hadn’t managed to even cook since the brownie incident.  The two times she’d tried, she’d burned everything, distracted by Calder’s curse.

But today, she’d surprise Calder with dinner, and she’d try to pretend that everything was just fine.



Calder pulled into his driveway and climbed out of his truck. He pulled the box he’d picked up at the post office out of the back of the truck. The taillights he’d been waiting for to complete Bryce’s slightly-less-ugly car had finally come in. He looked the vintage Dodge over. It was coming along. It ran now, and he’d completed the body work, getting rid of the dings and rust that had accumulated over the years. Of course, there was still the interior to deal with, but he was happy with his progress so far.

He had two more restorations lined up after he finished Bryce’s, and one he was working on while he waited for parts to come in. He glanced at the other car he was working on, a 1970 Barracuda. He’d had more requests for Barracudas in the past few months, and he wondered at the sudden popularity again. There were cycles to all things, and which old cars were trendy was apparently one of them.

Calder stowed the box in his garage, then pulled the garage door shut and looked toward Sophie’s house. Maybe they’d go out to dinner that night, he thought to himself. He didn’t feel like cooking, and she seemed less freaked out by the idea of going out where other people were. He felt his guilt crash over him, the way it did every time he thought of the woman he loved bearing his curse. And while he understood her reasoning, while he understood that she was stronger and better able to handle it than he was, he still couldn’t deny that he was angry with her for taking it. Her reasoning had been based on love and logic, but all he could see when he saw that insanity in her eyes, the insanity that had been so familiar to him, was the fact that the woman he loved was hurting because of him.

And he’d had no say in the matter.

He loved her, more than he’d ever loved anyone. He would do anything for her. And she’d told him time and time again that she couldn’t stand by and watch him fall into insanity, the way his father and every first-born male in his family before him had. She couldn’t do it, because she loved him.

Yet he was supposed to be okay with watching her fall apart. The love of his life, who’d lived through hell already and now had a whole new kind of hell to deal with. He was supposed to be fine with watching her suffer under a curse that was his to bear.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They’d been over and over it. They’d both said everything they could on the matter, more times than he could count. And it always came down to the fact that what was done couldn’t be undone, and that she was stronger and better able to deal with his curse. His bear did not combine well with the insanity the curse brought. It was a deadly combination that would have resulted, eventually, in Calder having to be kept imprisoned the way his father had.

I can’t do that to you, Calder. I couldn’t lock you up, and you’d end up killing me or someone else. Is that what  you want?

Words thrown at him when she’d reached the breaking point. Words he hadn’t been able to refute, no matter how much he’d wanted to.

Calder swallowed his anger and guilt and crossed the road to her house. As he walked up the gravel driveway, he could hear music coming from the house. The Supremes, he realized. And, the closer he got to the house, he realized he could hear Sophie singing along.

He raised his nose into the air, scenting it. Venison. She was cooking.

And it didn’t even smell burned, he realized with a smile.

He stepped up onto the small porch at the front of the cottage and walked in, the scent of venison and herbs surrounding him, overlaid with her scent, that clean, wild scent that was his woman. Her back was to him as she stirred something on the stove, and she sang, and he watched as her hips moved side to side with the music. Her long, thick curls cascaded down her back, nearly reaching her luscious ass. He practically salivated at the sight.

And this was why, no matter how pissed he was that she’d taken his curse without asking, it was all too easy for him to forget to be irritated with her. One look, and he was a goner.

She turned then and saw him, and she smiled, her dark eyes sparkling.

“Hey, sexy,” she said, coming over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I don’t think I’m the sexy one here,” he murmured as he lowered his lips to hers.

“Mm. You have no idea,” she whispered against his lips. Then she smiled up at him. “I didn’t burn anything,” she said, and he laughed.

“It smells fantastic,” he said. Together, they set the table, and she plated up a fragrant stew of venison, potatoes, carrots, parsnips, and a rich sauce for him. For herself, a baked potato and a side of roasted carrots. They sat and Calder lifted his fork to his mouth. The rich, meaty flavor of the stew only made him feel hungrier, and he dug in, finishing off one plate and getting up to grab a second helping before he even realized it. Sophie laughed a little, and he threw her a grin.

He polished off his second plate, and contemplated a third. There was enough left in the pot for one more helping, he thought.

He looked across the table at Sophie, mesmerized by the sight of her lips around the tines of her fork. The stew was promptly forgotten, just as quickly as his thought of a third helping had come on. He watched as she took another bite, her lush lips closing over her fork, then sliding down the tines as she pulled the fork back out.

“What?” she asked with a bit of a laugh.


“You have the most gorgeous mouth,” he said, aware of the low growl in his voice. She stilled at his tone, and he could smell another scent now, even stronger than the stew, than her wild scent.

The intoxicating scent of her desire.

“Calder,” she began softly. He watched her, the way her ample breasts heaved with her shallow breaths, the way her skin flushed a rosy pink under his gaze. He stood up, and without another word, he picked her up and carried her over to the daybed in the living room, dinner completely forgotten in the maddening haze of his need for her.


There you go! Shadow Sworn will be out on September 8th (though there’s a very slight chance I’ll have it ready before then. We’ll see!)

Shadow Sworn Cover Reveal and Release Date!

Hello, lovelies! I am putting the finishing touches on Shadow Sworn, which is always a great feeling! It’ll go through a quick edit, and then to my awesome beta reading team, then more edits, and more edits… and then you get to read it!

When, you ask? Shadow Sworn, Copper Falls #2, will be out on September 8th! I can’t wait to share this one with you. I am completely in love with the cover for this one, which was (as usual!) designed by my amazing husband.


If you look closely, you’ll see that certain elements of the Shadow Witch Rising cover appear in this one as well — our goal for these is that the cover image grows and progresses as the story does. It’s a little thing, but it makes me ridiculously happy.

Gah. I love it.


A centuries-old curse. A conniving, obsessed warlock. A darkness that grows with each passing day. 

Having succumbed completely to Shadow, Sophie now struggles with both the vile, strange magic flowing through her, as well as the curse her ancestor put on the Turcotte family. In taking the curse, she saved the life of the man she’s loved for her entire life.

All she needed was to buy some time.

But the curse is beginning to eat away at Sophie’s sanity, and learning to wield Shadow magic in a way that might save both herself and Calder’s line from its malevolence is proving nearly impossible. Sophie is in a race against time as well as her own increasing madness to end the curse before it infects Calder’s family again.

An old foe awaits his opportunity.

Marshall, the warlock who now owns Sophie’s soul, haunts the shadows, frustrated by both his own inability to force Sophie completely to his will and the forces that seem to thwart his every attempt to make her do his bidding. His desperation turns to rage, and an entire town will be forced to pay.

Despite her madness, Sophie must learn to wield the magic she never even wanted, or everything and everyone she ever loved will suffer. And the ultimate price she’ll pay to save them will be more than she ever could have imagined.

So. Whaddya say? You, me, Sophie and Calder? September 8th? I cannot wait. 🙂

P.S. — If you’re a GoodReads user, I hope you’ll add Shadow Sworn to your shelf over there. Thank you!