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250 years ago, Melisandra found love, had hope and was human. But soon after love’s first kiss, her world turned to darkness. Her father’s senior advisor, an evil man, obsessed with possessing Melisandra, turns her into society’s most feared and hated race, a vampire. His plan fails when Melisandra turns to Bethany to keep her safe. Enraged, he murders Bethany. Her heart and soul in tatters, Melissa hides in the darkest corner of the first ship leaving port, not caring where she ends up.

Centuries later, Melisandra, who is now Dr. Melissa Craft, lives simply and works hard alongside humans, but resists any form of romantic love. Enter Sage, a beautiful woman with autumn eyes, who, in the span of a heartbeat, steals Melissa’s heart. As she surrenders to the idea of pursuing a relationship, Melissa receives a package. The familiar handwriting rattles her bones and strikes her core with a surge of hate, an emotion she’d never experienced before. 

Can Melissa come up with a plan to rid her life of the insane immortal chasing her through time and keep Sage safe without losing what’s left of her humanity? 

Okay. I’m back on track. As of late, I’ve repeated the Mantra… Everything Happens for a Reason. It helps. Took a while for the sentiment to arm wrestle logic not to into submission, but a standoff of beliefs rather than personal affronts. So. That done. I worked on writing. First rule in self preservation: Never let anything overshadow your dreams. All my shouting and complaining about politics got way out of hand. My writing suffered. My happiness tanked (Despite living my dream), my health sunk into bouts of stomach ailments. And the anger I’d battled for so long until it no longer controlled me, returned. I yelled, Stop! Took a step back to reassess my path. I had definitely fallen off the bridge onto my head. My splattered ego exposed my ruined self. Who am I to change what people think? I can only hope that my personal happiness ripples into the people surrounding me. Curiously, it was easier to shift back to who I am from what I’d become. Yay me.

Now… I’ve completed Twisted Fate. It is DONE!!!! Professionally edited and beautifully polished… if I say so myself.  Next step is to republish and call Amazon and have them set it up for an update so people who bought it already, get the new version free. And then Promote the hell out of it. It is good. Erotic and Sweet. Messy and Perfect. Just like me 🙂  I am Thrilled with the finished story. I will Let everyone know when I’ve set everything up to buy or update the new version. From now on… Ill stick to who I am. Love you all.

Mel ❤

Twisted Fate

Posted: November 5, 2017 in Book reviews, Novels
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The FINAL version of Twisted Fate will be downloaded for update on kindle within 2 months. Now reworking Waking Up Vampire. I’ve read and reread all reviews and will be applying fixes clearing up grammatical errors and confusing events. Waking Up Vampire was the first step into this amazing journey of writing fantasy. Except, most of the issues faced by the main character are real and I–at the beginning– hadn’t acknowledged I had a problem. I thought everyone had a difficult childhood–right? Well, after the first draft hit the printer and I began the editing process, memories I’d repressed made me realize that the guarded soul I’d become as an adult was just trying to protect the little girl inside me who’d been victimized. I probably went through thirty rewrites before finally finding comfort in the most recent version. And here I am again doing the new perception review and finding I’ve grown some more. Time for another rewrite. It won’t change much because the events are the same, but I have a new and better understanding of my journey and I dearly want to express it to you. So Waking Up Vampire will be coming to you in a better updated and final version in the near future.

Bear with me.

Life is hard, but we’re all works in progress and we all get tripped up. I have come to a conclusion with Waking Up Vampire-The sequel. I found the best ending to that story both appeases the characters and my sane mind. I haven’t titled it yet. The present mind is always easier to puzzle out than that of the child I’d been. So. With that said, I do have many more stories and characters waiting on the back burner ready to be fleshed out and sent on their way into my crazy worlds.

I will let you know when I’ve updated Twisted fate on Kindle. Thank you and Peace.FINAL TW.F.

Top Customer Reviews

on May 25, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition
I enjoyed the storyline. I loves the characters. That kind of love, passion and connection is something most people dream of.

Twisted Fate

Posted: April 7, 2017 in Novels
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FINAL TW.F.My new book will be available on Amazon tomorrow. Not part of Silver Series, this story holds its own, but takes place in the same world but different city. A love conquers all… story. Really enjoyed writing this one. No therapy or hard lessons depicted in the first novel. Just Love and respect. and perhaps a happily ever after ending. —–> What is love at first sight? Racing hearts? Bated breath? The beginning of happily ever after?
Not for these two women.
Sage wants the raw messy connection of true love so she ignores a reoccurring dream that depicts her certain death by an unknown vampire, and escapes the comfortable quaint town she lives in, to move to the impulsiveness of a noisy, vampire speckled city.
Dr. Melissa Craft, a two hundred and fifty-year old vampire, exists to help others navigate the treacherous paths of other people’s lives and nothing else. She loved once, but that ended after she was turned into a monster and her lover was murdered. Since then, she’s dug her heels in and avoided a romantic relationship at all costs.
When Sage and Melissa meet for the first time, it’s love at first sight.
A heart looking for love, races and a heart, long dead, feels again.
Reality gets in their way.

Silver Series Book 1

Posted: March 25, 2017 in life lessons, Novels
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Unlike most stories you read in novels, living is raw, messy and unpredictable. A lot of people read to escape the chaos, make up for the lack of romance, imagine the fantasy of being a superhero or just to laugh, because it’s the only time they do. Waking Up Vampire, is not like that. It’s sweaty and disappointing at times.. It depicts the life of a woman confused about love and trust. It reveals the blinders of hate and the possibilities that lie beyond. Since the heroine is confused… I write confusion. She is stubborn and angry, so I write her stubborn and angry. Insight is sporadic because she draws it from a fractured past where a lot is given was then taken away. The ideals, we take for granted, like the love of a parent are not clear to her. Her grasp on expected concepts stay in constant emotion like a yo-yo, because of the atmosphere she grew up in. Love, Hate, indifference. Fighting. Never good enough. Black sheep. I write her that way. I want my wonderful readers to feel as well as understand the confusion and internal struggle she deals with every second of her life.
And when I add unconditional love… The vulnerable. The pain. The giving. I want readers to feel her grow. Feel her pain. Feel her need. Because escaping and healing a brutal past is something most of us go through.aunt-melindas-book-final-with-text-10-14-16

Silver Series Book 2 Excerpt

Posted: February 28, 2017 in Novels
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Chapter One

“Not again,” Lu shouted and sat straight up. She woke in a dark room where she could see everything, as if the walls and furniture glowed. A brief hit of panic infused Lu’s body, until a warm strong body stretched against her. A soft hand on her chest, pressed her back onto the bed.

“You’re safe,” Michelle said, nuzzling Lu’s shoulder. “How do you feel?

Fucked up.

She wouldn’t tell Michelle that, but Lu believed she knew. “I’m not sure. I still don’t know what happened? Dorian’s alive and Al’s not behind bars? And who the hell is Marou and Antalyce?”

“All very good starter questions,” Michelle said, kissing Lu’s cheek.

Michelle shifted so she lay half on top of Lu, and then rested a thigh across Lu’s stomach. The warmth of her soft skin soothed Lu’s anxiety. A little. she wanted to flip them over and feed from Michelle’s neck and then taste every inch of her. Lu swallowed back the urge to feed, instead focused on Michelle’s calm breathing and racing heart. The opposing signals kept the lustful side of her brain hesitant.

“Al and Dorian were part of the test to see if you could control your stress levels. To provoke on the spot choices, you’d make under the worst-case scenarios. Everything you learned about Al, Pete and your father, was true.”

“But I was dreaming. How could what I saw and felt be real?” Lu asked, grabbing Michelle’s roaming hand and placing a kiss on her palm. She needed to think. Michelle’s touch was distracting.

“No. The choices you made were real. Call it a virtual reality where the player has no idea they’re inside a game. Or in this case… a hypnosis-induced dream.”

Lu rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. “I still don’t get it,” she confessed. It felt weird being open and honest.

“Andoron and Antalyce Marou are brother and sister. Twins,” Sage explained. “Turned a long time ago, during the era of The Hunt.”

“The Hunt?” Lu asked.

“A time when vampires, Blood-vampires, were sport. Humans caught and trained wolf-shifters to track them. You see,” Michelle continued. “The story, as it stands now, is this,” she said, getting up and straddling Luigina’s hips. “Andoron Marou despised the idea of losing his power, property and wealth after his death. So, he hired a hunter to find and trap… not kill, a vampire. After his transformation, his wealth and power grew. Still not satisfied, he went after the one person he believed would complete him. His sister. She was his only love. The only person he respected.”

Lu found it difficult to listen. The sound of Michelle’s voice ignited the passion that lay in wait since she’d tasted her.

“Lu? Earth to Lu?” Michelle called, smiling.

“Sorry,” Lu said, as her hands roamed Michelle’s body from thighs to shoulders. Her hips jerking beneath Michelle’s slick flesh.

Michelle bent forward, capturing Lu’s lips in a deep kiss, plundering Lu’s mouth with her tongue. “Never say you’re sorry for wanting me,” Michelle growled.

Lu flipped them over and reached between their bodies to quicken Michelle’s pleasure. Lu was hungry. Michelle’s blood, like her desire, called. Michelle’s moans and breathe quickened and as soon as she screamed Lu’s name, Lu took her fast and deep. Warm, sweet blood coated her mouth, sending her own pleasure over the edge.

Michelle collapsed, boneless onto Lu. Lu held her close as she basked in the tumultuous sensations of the afterglow.

“Goddess, Lu,” Michelle whispered, against Lu’s neck. Voice hoarse from panting and moaning. “I felt that coming but…shit honey. You’re fucking amazing.”

“I love you,” Lu said, and hugged Michelle tight against her chest. Lu waited for the dream to end…again. This was too good to be real. Either she was in heaven or they were fucking with her mind again.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” Michelle said, wiggling blonde eyebrows. “And this is real. We are real,” Michelle said, reading Lu’s mind.

“Continue the story before I get distracted, again,” Lu said, feeling her fervor rising, again.

Michelle stared into her eyes for a good minute. Lu could feel the projection of truth weaken her doubting energy. “I promise you are not dead or dreaming,” Michelle said, and then laid down next to Lu. This time, she took Lu’s hand in one of her own, entwining their fingers. “Andoron kidnapped his sister and turned her.”

“That was a bad thing,” Lu said.

“Yup,” Michelle responded. “He told her of his plan to enslave mankind. That their rule would stop the burden of disease on families. No more murders. No more wars. No more suffering. Long story short, humanity would thrive and peace would reign under their rule.”

“Disease?” Lu asked.

“I assume he’d kill anyone who tested positive for terminal diseases,” Michelle said. “Antalyce didn’t go into detail.”

“That’s murder,” Lu said, trying to wrap her mind around the completely psychopathic concept.

“Did I mention he’s nuts? Certifiable? Cracked marbles?” Michelle chuckled when Lu pulled her down for a kiss.

“So, this DST, Dream State Trial, tests vampires…Blood-vampires,” Lu corrected herself.

“Except for those turned by Andoron. He conducts his own series of tests to determine who will be loyal to him. Those who fail, he executes. We keep a registrar of those who pass our tests. Our watchers have photographic memories and know when a vampire is on our lists. If not, we hunt them down.”

“What about Thomas Jonathan Brodan?” Lu asked, her tone softening as she spoke his name.

Michelle sighed, bowing her head.

Lu lost focus when Michelle’s lush blonde hair, skimmed hypersensitive breasts.

Michelle tossed her hair up and around, so it flowed over one shoulder. “Sorry,” she said, blushing.

Lu remained silent while she stared into the deepest truest eyes she’d ever seen.

“Nothing is perfect,” Michelle said, after a moment.

“I disagree,” Lu said, running her nails up and down Michelle’s thighs.

Lu spread her legs as Michelle pressed her body down and slid between them.

“I mean,” Michelle said, smiling, her eyes twinkling in response to Lu’s invitation. “We would have gotten him, but he came to us first. He was the exception to an easy hunt because he was smart and calculating.”

The happiness that burst through Lu’s chest wasn’t hers alone. Getting used to feeling someone else’s moods, would take time. Meanwhile, she’d need to reign in her constant want for Michelle’s affection when in public. They’d have to leave the apartment. Michelle was running out of food.

“How did this happen? Us? You stuck with me through it all. Did you ever doubt me?

“Nope,” Michelle said, running her tongue over Lu’s bottom lip and fingers through her long dark hair. “Never. You read the diary. You know.”

“There were parts missing.” Lu wondered know how she knew.

Michelle stopped all movement and tilted her head. “Like?” she said.

“When you killed me,” Lu said.

Michelle bit into her bottom lip. “I had to.”

“I know. I know,” she said, waving away the awkward moment. “All’s forgiven. The passage wasn’t finished. Something else happened, but I can’t remember. I know you left something out. Like it should be my memory, too.”

“Left out,” Michelle said. “Yes.”

“What?” Lu asked.


“Staked me. Go on,” Lu said, hoping to ease the spike in Michelle’s guilt.

“I drank your blood. Licked it off the blade. I did not want Alex to know about that. If he did, he would have found a way to kill you, immediately. He would never have allowed the test to take place.”

Lu growled.

“Easy, baby. Our bond, it’s because of the decision I made that night. There’s a thirty percent chance to create a bond between beings such as us. I didn’t think twice. And it worked. When you passed in my arms, my heart shattered. Your soul fluttered through me. I fought to stay alive, not to follow you. I spent the rest of my life searching for you and then keeping you alive. Took a few times but I finally got it right.”

“You’re a little crazy for trusting me,” Lu said, enjoying the love she still didn’t think she deserved.

Michelle’s smile dropped into a pained-look.

“Don’t say it,” Lu said. “I don’t want to leave the apartment. Hell, I don’t want to leave the bed.”

“My love, that’s easy for you to say. I need to eat and drink. I’m dehydrated and starving. So how about a quickie and then shower and food?”

“Oh, fuck, Lu,” Michelle moaned, as Lu pinned her wrists and captured her lips.


Their reprieve was over.

Back to reality, Michelle thought, as they walked hand in hand to the nearest Bar and Grill. Michelle. completely immersed in happiness, prepared her mind for the inevitable explosive confrontations. Many DVA agents ate there.

At least Alex wouldn’t be present. The thought of Lu and Alex working together scared her. They hated each other. Antalyce didn’t care or want to know about the dissent in her ranks. All she cared about were results. Successful results. Everyone was dispensable. She’d need to deal with him soon.

“You’re brooding,” Lu said, bumping Michelle’s hip with her own. “I can tell your hiding something.”

“Not hiding,” Michelle responded. Her ability to neutralize her emotions did not work well with Lu. “I want to enjoy this, us, for a short while more before we we’re knee deep in DVA shit.”

Lu crinkled her nose. “I don’t like it. I don’t want you to protect me. If we are in this together, then we are all in.”

“Okay. Okay,” Michelle said, stopping them in the middle of the sidewalk. She cradled both of Lu’s hands in hers, pressing kisses to each. “You are right. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

Michelle’s mind swam and her belly warmed. Both emotions were Lu’s reactions to her apology.

“Yes,” Lu said.

One more peck on Lu’s lips and Michelle took Lu’s hand and dragged her into the bar.

This is going to be an interesting experience, Michelle thought. At almost midnight it was standing room only. Michelle weaved through the crowd, making sure to hold tight to Lu. Through their connection, she felt Lu’s possessiveness rise and her guard slam down.

“Relax,” Michelle projected.

“I’m trying,” Lu responded.

Michelle slid onto a vacated stool at the end of the bar and made sure Lu’s chest and belly pressed against her back. Lu placed a hand on her thigh. The bartender held up two fingers to Michelle and she nodded. He disappeared into the back to make her usual.

“Are you kidding me?” a woman to Michelle’s left shouted, over the din of the room.

Lu turned dark eyes on the woman.

Michelle stood, placing herself between the two women. “Shut up, Audrey. She passed the test. She’s one of us,” Michelle said, keeping her tone neutral even though the fuse standing behind her had been lit.

“No, she’s not.,” Audrey said.

The bartender placed Michelle’s food bag on the bar and shrugged and smiled. He waved her away, when she dug into her back pocket for her wallet. Michelle threw Audrey a dirty look, grabbed the bag and Lu’s hand and stormed out of the restaurant.

Silent anger and guilt rummaged around in Lu’s mind while they walked, but Michelle didn’t know what to say to calm her. And then and idea hit.

“What?” Lu asked, when Michelle’s mood lifted.

“I have an idea. How about we let off some steam?”

Lu’s licentious smile sent warm tingles through Michelle’s raw nerves. “Goddess, Lu. You’re insatiable.”

“Am I supposed to apologize? Cause I’m not sorry,” Lu smirked.

After recovering from Lu’s sexual assertion, Michelle applauded her new-found confidence. It’d only been the weekend, but so far Lu appeared to be adapting well to the real world. “Never ever be sorry. Unfortunately, we don’t have time for that, now that we know a quickie lasts over an hour,” Michelle laughed. “I have a less appealing idea, but we can’t stay in bed forever.”

“I disagree,” Lu said. “But show me anyway.”