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February 26, 2018

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I enjoyed the plot and seeing what’s next. The many sex scenes got a little same and boring. Interesting crazy life those vampires live. Fun read. Well written and creative fiction. I thought rating of five would be a stretch. So, it’s a four for me. However, vampires are not my thing.
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EvOmnix

May 25, 2017

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I enjoyed the storyline. I loves the characters. That kind of love, passion and connection is something most people dream of.
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Allison

June 23, 2017

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Mel Evers captures the grey areas, that we all experience through life.

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? 

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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.
Until…
Reality gets in their way.

Luigina Silver’s obsession to eradicate vampires turned her long troubled soul, dark and unforgiving. Michelle, her best friend and lover, knows the good heart beneath the hate and refuses to abandon her the way everyone else Lu ever loved, had.
A simple execution leaves Lu turned into one of the vile creatures she’d been hunting. Unable to come to terms with what she’s become, Lu attempts suicide, only to be stopped by Michelle. To keep Lu in the world of the living, Michelle secretly makes a deal with the agency that employs them both. For Michelle’s plan to succeed, Lu must survive that betrayal, let go of her destructive past and worse, face a reality where vampires are not inherently evil.
As if the odds weren’t already stacked against her, Alexander, a powerful vampire and influential member of the agency, covertly plots Lu’s permanent demise. Will Michelle get the happy ending she’s been fighting for or, in the end will hate defeat Lu, as it has done so many times before?

Kyra jumped out of the car and grabbed Maggie’s arm. “Tom is not dead.”

Maggie jerked out of Kyra’s grip and spun around. “Don’t touch me,” she shouted holding her head, breathing hard. “What is wrong with you?”

“He’s not dead.” Kyra’s hands went up in truce. “Trust me. Please,” she begged. She never begged for anything before. Not even when she kneeled before Her and waited for the divine gavel to come down and crack open her head.

“You have no idea what you’re asking.” Red faced, she jabbed a finger at the warehouse door. “I’m going in there and doing my job.”  

“You’re going in there to punish them, but you don’t need to kill them. Your life’s not over.”

“My brother’s dead and my only job now his to avenge his death. That’s it.” She stormed away.

Kyra risked losing a limb by moving into the path of the raging woman, but she couldn’t let Maggie ruin her life over three stupid thugs that were obviously pawns. “You know I’m telling you the truth. You’re fighting me because you want to hurt someone. Make them hurt as much as you hurt right now.”

The sparking glow changed, lessening the heat burning in Maggie’s eyes.

“How the hell do you know?”

“Call the hospital,” Kyra said.

Maggie stared at her. Skepticism smoothing the frown lines of anger and challenging the predator inside. She grabbed the phone from her pocket and punched in the number for the hospital. “This is detective Styles. I want to know the status of my brother Thomas Styles.” She waited staring daggers into Kyra’s eyes and then within a blink her posture changed. Disbelief spread across her features. “Thank you,” she whispered and put the phone back in her pocket.

“How the—”

“Someone wants to discredit you. Has to be someone who knows that your brother’s death will destroy you. You have to be careful. You can’t trust anyone close to you.”

Maggie walked away and toward the warehouse door. “Whoever did this will pay.” She disappeared inside.

“I don’t doubt it,” Kyra said to no one and then followed her in.

 

The three men were each seated on chairs with no arms, their wrists bound behind them. Two of them were fully conscious, the third’s head lolled to the side as he tried to wake up. Maggie walked over to him and slapped him hard in the face.

“Wake up, ass-wipe,” she shouted. The dominant roar in her tone reverberated around the room.

 The thug groaned, his eyelids fluttering open then closing almost immediately after. The other two men watched Maggie, the larger thug visibly shaking as his eyes followed her pacing back and forth in front of them.

Maggie remained silent allowing her body language to speak for her. Kyra watched in anticipation. Maggie’s power shimmered along her skin and for once Kyra was glad she wasn’t human. Though some humans could see auras, Kyra saw more, a whole lot more. A good soul when unmotivated became the color of smoldering ash as its fleshy vessel neared the end of its lifetime only to return in a different body to face the challenges ignored previously. A soul that accepted each challenge, victorious or not, glowed, shimmered and sparkled because failing or not it succeeded.

A soul brought down by corruption bled the color of rust and was met with more difficult challenges in its next life. A soul reborn into this realm was at its most brilliant in ever changing colors.  At death Kyra new what type of life the human had lived just by its hue. Maggie’s aura glowed with the color of rage and heat. Flames licked the air around her. Every decision she contemplated adding or depleting its intensity.

Maggie shot a glare at Kyra and clenched her teeth before striding up to the large thug quaking in his boots, grabbing his hair, wrenching his neck back and pressing the nozzle of her revolver under his jaw.

“Talk.”

“W-what do you want me to say?” he stammered, sweat dripping off his brow.

“You assaulted a man three days ago. I want to know why,” she sneered, her finger playing over the trigger.

The thin conscious man bound to his left shouted. “We were paid to do it.”

Maggie looked calm. Too calm. Kyra stepped closer to the thug that spoke. “By whom,” she asked.

“T-The owner of the club. Got paid a grand each. That’s all we know. I swear.”

Maggie back-handed him so fast in his face, blood spattered on the wall to his left.

Spittle dripped from the corner of the large thug’s mouth. “We liked Tommy. We didn’t hurt him that bad. We even told him about it. Gave him a percentage for a gift for his girl.”

Maggie stepped back.

“Why’d you jump me?” Kyra asked.

“We were just supposed to scare you, make you stop asking questions.” He lowered his brown eyes to the floor when Kyra came around to gaze into them.

“Who told you to scare me?”

“Mr. Pete. He owns the joint. He doesn’t like people coming around that he doesn’t know. Or…have people related to cops working for him. He said that one corrupt pig as enough for him.

Kyra and Maggie simultaneously looked at one another. “Finally, the first piece of the puzzle is revealed,” Maggie said.

Real BOOOOOOOOOs

Posted: October 15, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Like most people, I lived in a crazy house. Dysfunction ran rampant. Psychotic conflicts and events were flashing to and fro, but beneath it all, hiding in the shadows stalking me, my sister and brothers entities not belonging in our world.

Encounter one… of many.

One storming night, yes I said storming, because it was, my sister and eye witnessed an entity that was just as afraid of the weather as my brother. I’ll explain that. On nights such as those where wind whipped branches into siding and scraped windows and rain beat down so hard on the roof, that it sounded like thousands of angry fists, one brother would run into our room and sleep on the floor between our beds.

The unexplainable happened on such a night.

The harsh weather had me curled up in bed, covers snug around my neck my face burrowed into my pillow. My sister sleeping across the way offered some comfort.

I snuggled facing the wall when my sister shouted, “George get out of my bed.”

Rolling over, I saw “George” roll off her bed and continue under mine. I jumped out of bed, quite annoyed that he rolled under my bed scaring me half witless and ran over to the light switch turning it on, ready to yell at my brother.

I looked under my bed and no one was there. My sister and I stared at each other trying to make sense of what had just happened. I turned off the light, jumped back into bed and covered my head with my blankets.

Encounter two … of more.

I had a friend over, which in my house was a novelty. My mom didn’t like people in the house. I understand that now having the same sense of paranoia she did, but I digress.

Andrea and I were watching TV. I don’t remember what we were watching, maybe she does. I’ll have to ask her. Anyway we were sitting on the left side of the living-room where we could see the steps going up into the second floor where we, the children slept. Something caught the edge of my eye. I looked up the steps. Someone foggy, but definitely defined as a person’s outline, walked slowly up the steps. I looked at Andrea. She stared where I had and turned to me and said, “You didn’t just see that.” I don’t remember what happened next. I’ll have to ask her that.

Encounter three ….

Both me and my youngest brother John, while looking out our bedroom windows, on separate occasions, witnessed a man digging by the cherry tree in our backyard.