Legacy for FREE

The first four books of the Legacy Series are now FREE on Amazon! You read right! The Legend, The Guide, The Frenchman, and The Prophecy are now completely free. That’s the entire first volume of the series! What are you waiting for? Get started on your journey with these awesome alphas and excellent elders of the Legacy Series!

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Everywhere Else

*England, 1555*
John Croxen, convinced that he is possessed by a demon, takes a risk when he saves the life of a beautiful gypsy woman one night while roaming the forests of England. However, Annalette is not as she appears. She knows that John is not demon possessed, but in fact a loup-garou – a werewolf. Alone and in need of his unique kind of help, Annalette strikes a bargain with John. If he can help rescue her condemned brother from prison, she will tell him everything he needs to know about being a loup-garou. After living in ignorance for over a hundred years, he’s due for a lesson or two.
With the rural population on the lookout for gypsy vagrants to turn over to the authorities for execution, John and Annalette must do something they have never done before. Trust a perfect stranger.

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Everywhere Else

*Egypt and Middle Europe, 1570*
Tor had known nothing else of life outside of his lonely temple in Asyut. The last priest of the half-man, half-wolf Egyptian god Wepwawet, his days are filled with pious rituals that celebrate the union between his spirit and the gift of transformation his god had bestowed upon him and his family from birth. The sole survivor of his priesthood, he believes he is the only one who can maintain balance between Ma’at (order) and chaos that would inevitably consume the world.
All of that changes when Giovanni, an Italian explorer under the payroll of the vampire lord, Michael Gennari, finds Tor in his temple and asks for his help to find the lost civilization where vampires and werewolves once lived in harmony thousands of years ago. Knowing something of the mythical Arnathia, Tor agrees to help.
Jane Gennari, Michael’s young and mischievous daughter, has another plan for Tor. Inadvertently, she makes a long and arduous journey to the Caspian Sea even more dangerous. Drawn to his raw, savage, and sometimes uncivilized character, she lusts after him with a fervor that seems revolting to other vampires. The vampires and werewolves have been at war for centuries, but Michael’s small coven do not adhere to such prejudices.
With hunters, traitors, and the unforgiving elements working against them, vampire and werewolf must unite for a common goal: to seek the truth of what happened to upset the balance between their races.

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Everywhere Else

*England, 1623*
Darren Dubose was born a sickly bastard child. Often confined to his bed, he knows nothing of what it’s like to be healthy and well. His mother raises him alone, but not even she can ease his suffering and longing for a normal childhood. One night, he’s stricken by unexplainable pain and agony. Thinking this is the moment he dies, he doesn’t expect to wake up the next morning after he blacks out. But, he does. Only now, he is unnaturally fast and has the strong body he has always wanted. Able to run miles within seconds and throw heavy boulders across rivers, it seems that Darren’s prayers have finally been answered.
His new, phenomenal abilities come with a heavy price when the superstitious villagers of Warminster accuse him of being in league with the devil. How else could he have grown twice his size overnight? The truth lies with a friendly baker who tries to tell Darren that he’s a werewolf, a man who can turn into a beast by moonlight.
Frightened and skeptical, Darren must find his own way as the world he has known and loved his whole life begins to crumble beneath his feet. Everything he knows is called into question. Will solace lie within himself, with a mysterious alpha in France, or in the slate blue eyes of a girl who is trapped in a similar fate? His life, and the lives of those he loves are now at risk, but can he find the courage to outrun death?

 

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Everywhere Else

*Russia, 1648*
Geoffrey and Hugo Swenson scour the globe, searching out and cataloguing stories about their kind. About werewolves. They find themselves in Russia, hunting down a specific legend about a mythic white wolf that is said to embody the spirit of peace. As their world is consumed by war, violence, and destruction, they want to find the White Wolf to beseech it to expel the evil from the hearts of men.
They meet an unlikely ally in a pair of vampires, Michael Gennari and Anton Wiatrowsk, who are in search of the White Wolf for the same reason. The two races who are supposed to be at war with one another, must set aside their differences and join forces to trek across the rugged landscape of Siberia, through a country torn by riots and rebellions, in hopes to find peace for the world. But, can they find peace in themselves first?

 

If you prefer Audio or Paperback, you’re in luck! The first volume of these are available in each format! Check it out!

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Magic and Lighthouses – Two New Releases!

Hey y’all! Just popping in to let you know about two new releases! One went live while I was still up in Virginia for that big trip I mentioned in a previous post. The second is perfect for getting in the spooky Halloween spirit! Check it out!

Book 1 of the Bewitching Brews Series

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Krystal Hayden, a witch and co-owner of the Perfect Books and Brews coffee shop with her two best friends who are also witches, prides herself on being the steadying force amongst her friends. She always has an answer, keeps her cool, and never lets a little stress get to her. But one day, she has the pleasure of meeting the new cop in town, Devin Daniels who is a transfer from the Boston police department. He’s hot, enchanting, and they seem to be cut from the same cloth. She gives in to this feeling, thinking that a little fling wouldn’t hurt anyone. Little does she know, they’re Twin Flames.
Krystal’s dark elemental magic emerges and whenever things get too hot and heavy between her and the hunky cop, the fire just isn’t in their eyes. Devin’s got his own problems when a pattern of ritualistic murders start popping up in town, targeting the supposedly sinful characters of the community. Krystal and her friends endeavor to help Devin, but how much could magic possibly do when magic might have been the catalyst for the murders?

 

Book 14 of the Legacy Series

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Adam and Geoffrey Swenson have finally come to the end of their journey. They have collected as many shifter myths as they could possibly gather in the midst of this new age filled with technological advancements. For werewolves, their world is growing ever smaller. But their circle is expanding. They have taken lodging with a much older werewolf, Tor, who operates an isolated lighthouse on the Oregon coast. There, they intend to write down their findings over several centuries spent scouring the world for stories. Adam’s wanted a quiet place to rest ever since he survived the massacre at Devia just seventeen years prior. Still haunted by the faces of those he lost, Adam’s ready for peace. But there’s one story that has yet to be lived. They won’t be the only ones staying with Tor, and when he meets the vampires, Adam’s world is flipped.
Jane and Michael Gennari are in transit. With all of Europe engaged in a bloody and controversial war, America seemed the best place for the two Italian vampires to lay low and make a new life for themselves. Especially Jane, who has spent the last few decades killing rampaging werewolves in Russia with other vampires. Tor has been kind enough to offer his lighthouse to them, but those Jane sees it as a prison, not a refuge. Her father is aiming to dull her sharp edges and remind her that she is a lady, not a warrior. Her wild spirit can’t be contained, and when she lays eyes on the handsome werewolf she’ll be living with, a new war rages within her and she doesn’t know whether he’s an enemy or a foe.

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“I fight every day, and I won’t tap out”

It’s been one of those days. One of those weeks. One of those months. Maybe a whole year.
I’m in the ring with my own self, slugging it out until one of us throws in the towel.
I may fall. I may hit the matt so hard everything goes black for a second.
But I will not be carried out on a stretcher.
I get back up. I keep fighting. Even if I’m just standing there. I’ll take the hits. I’ll feel the blows.
And I’ll punch back.

Round 1
“You’re wasting your time! No one cares about anything you’re doing!”
I care. That’s why I do it.
“You’re looking for validation. That’s the only reason you do it. And no one’s paying attention.”
I might care what people think of me, but this makes me feel better. They don’t matter in the end.
“They all think you’re a fraud. You’re trying to be someone you’re not.”
I’ve never tried to be anyone but me. If they can’t see that, it’s their problem. Not mine.
“You’ll never be famous. What’s the point?”
Being famous isn’t the point. Being happy with what I’ve done at the end of the day is.
“You’re not even that good.”
I’m improving. Always improving. I never stop learning.
“You’re throwing your resources into a black hole. It’ll never come back.”
It trickles in. That’s how it works when you get started.
“You’re letting everything fall to pieces, giving your life to something so meaningless.”
It has meaning for me. Dishes and laundry can wait a day if it means I’m taking care of myself.
“All your relationships are failing because of this. Quit before it’s too late!”
If they can’t support me, they don’t need to be in my life.
“Your family and friends think you can’t reach your dreams, so why bother trying?”
They’re proud of me. And if they’re not, it doesn’t matter. I’ll reach my dreams without them.

The bell rings and I’m hurting. My guts are twisted. My mind is reeling. But I’m still breathing. Still standing.

Round 2
“You try too hard to be someone’s friend. They don’t even like you.”
I reciprocate what I receive. If they don’t like me and keep pretending that they do, at least I’m being genuine.
“You’re not interesting. You’re just plain weird and out of touch with the world.”
If I’m weird, then I’ll attract weird and that’s who needs to be in my circle.
“You’re awkward and say the wrong things all the time.”
I say what I mean. My filter might not work sometimes, but then they see the real me. There’s nothing wrong with that as long as I’m not hurting someone.
“You’ve never been able to socialize. You’re inept. You can’t do small talk. They all know you’re just a scared little child who wants to run home.”
No, I can’t do small talk. I never have. And yes, I want to go home, but I stay and work to improve myself.
“They only invite you out because they feel sorry for you. They feel obligated to include you.”
But at least they thought of me.
“You never know when to leave. They wanted you to go hours ago.”
I’m working on my social cues.
“Don’t bother anyone. Don’t reach out. They don’t care about anything you have to say. You’re just annoying and clingy. No one wants to hear you mope and complain.”
If I want to talk to them, I will. If I need to reach out for help, I will. If I see something that made me think of them, I’ll share it. They should know that they matter to someone, even if it’s something that doesn’t matter to them.

This round is over. My nose is broken. I can taste the dribbling blood on my lips. My head is aching and I need to vomit. But this fight isn’t over.

Round 3
“He doesn’t love you.”
He married me. He loves me. He shows it every day.
“You loved him first and that’s the only reason he even considered you.”
He said he liked me long before I confessed anything.
“It’s all a big joke. He doesn’t really want you.”
If it’s a joke, it’s lasted 11 years and that’s far too long to wait for the punchline.
“When you do things without him, you’re becoming too independent. He’ll think you don’t love him.”
Independence can be a turn-on. He knows I need my alone time just as much as he does.
“You have nothing in common.”
If we had too much in common, this would be boring.
“He thinks you’re crazy and emotional. He feels sorry for you.”
He’s just as crazy as I am and he’s patient with me, more than anyone else ever was.
“He works late. He must be off with someone else.”
He doesn’t come home smelling like perfume and he works hard to support me.
“He goes to the game shop to get away from you.”
I don’t blame him if that’s the reason. I want to get away from myself too.
“He only wants you for sex and you even stink at that.”
At least he wants me, even though I’m bad at it.
“He regrets marrying you every day.”
If he did, then he’d ask for a divorce and he hasn’t.

I can barely hear the bell over the constant ringing in my ears. I’m on the matt. My chest is like a vice. Tears stream down my face. I hear the referee screaming the countdown next to me and I know I have to get up. Just a little longer. I can do this. I won’t check out. I push myself to my feet. The world is spinning. The audience watching this show in silence see nothing. Not the tears, the blood, or the bruises. They only see me, as if I weren’t trying at all. But I am. I’m trying so hard not to let these blows get to me.

Round 4
“You’re stuck. You’re never going to leave this small town.”
One day. I will.
“There’s nothing here for you. Nothing to make it worth staying.”
I have the security of a home, a good job, and family. That’s enough.
“You don’t really like your job. It doesn’t fulfill you.”
That’s a lie! I love it! And I’m good at it. That’s what matters.
“You hate the house you’re in. Break free now before you’re trapped there forever.”
It serves its purpose and we’ll make it into our home one way or another. There’s no reason to leave it.
“If you don’t leave now, you never will.”
One day… Maybe not in the next few years, but one day, we will.
(I’m on the matt again. Darkness closing in.)
“You’re just going to end up in a situation that makes you miserable. If you didn’t have a husband… If you didn’t care about what people think of you… If you were braver… You could do what you wanted and not be so afraid.”
(Rage boils in me. I forget the pain. I push aside the temptation to let it all crush me. I stand up, a broken and bleeding mess of a human being.)
I. AM. BRAVE. I live with a battlefield inside my head and choose every day to get up, get dressed, and press on anyway. I do my best. I don’t give in. I do what I can, when I can, to make my life a little brighter. Fuck everyone who thinks I’m a waste of space, that I’m awkward or annoying or stupid. They don’t matter. They never have and they never will. I will burn bridges and turn my back on the flames. I make mistakes and I adjust. I know my flaws and I don’t pretend to be perfect. But no one can ever say that I’m a coward. I fight every damn day and I haven’t tapped out. I never will.

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Redemption Duet on Sale!

For a limited time, get The Rose for FREE on Amazon!
A heartwarming inspirational romance about a farmgirl battling social anxiety, and a roving stranger looking for freedom from a dark past. Together, they discover courage they never thought they possessed, and love that can bridge across faiths and brokenness.
🌹 The Rose – Book 1 of the Redemption Duet
🦁The Lion – Book 2 of the Redemption Duet

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A Shameless Plug…

As y’all know, I’ve become just a hair (maybe a whole wig) obsessed with the American Civil War. Ever since I wrote The Soldier about a year ago, I’ve gotten sucked into this whole other world. I’ve been to over a dozen battlefields and now have an entire bookcase dedicated to Civil War books. Don’t ask me how many I’ve read. It’s my hope that I’ll learn a lot and becoming confident enough to write an entire series revolving around the Civil War. It’d be a historical romance series, of course, but I’ll leave the werewolves and vampires out this time.

56616311_2469417486404499_4392417874858213376_nAnyway, part of this new fascination with the 19th century, I’d started another blog! This one is to talk about my many travels and share some knowledge about the Civil War from the prospective of yours truly. I’ve been writing one blog a week since January and covered three battles so far. I’m treating each battle as a series, writing a blog about the battle itself, something interesting about it, about a commander or two, about a regular soldier, and about a woman associated with the battle. My blog set around the battle of Olustee included my trips to other Florida Civil War landmarks as well. My goal is to write about each battlefield I visit and focus on that state as well. Virginia’s gonna be a doozy. You’ll also get to check out some of the pictures I’ve taken at the battlefields. They’ll be the ones with my haversack!

Interested in checking it out? Here’s the link!

www.belleonthebattlefield.wordpress.com

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One Day At A Time…

Another little installment to that book idea that still doesn’t have a name. If you have a suggestion, I’d love to hear it!


“It’s so weird,” Kyleigh said as her thumb rubbed over the rim of her mug. “I can actually feel myself getting worse again. It sort of just… crept up on me. I thought I was fine. I was on the mend, you know? I held my chin up, I could talk straight to people, I knew what I was doing. I didn’t get those flutterings in my stomach as often as before, and I could actually focus.”
A wry smile crossed her lips. “But now, it’s like I’m just a mess and I don’t know how to clean myself up. I have no motivation. I just want to stay in bed until it all goes away and life starts to magically feel right again. All I seem to be able to do is scroll through Facebook or binge watch Downton Abbey or Vampire Diaries. Anything to numb my mind. But the minute I stop, it all comes pouring back in. All the things I didn’t do, all the things I shouldn’t have done. I think about the conversations, the laughs, the good times that should have all been burned up in the wreckage. I remember what a freakin’ idiot I am and how absolutely narcotic I’ve become nowadays.”
Kyleigh turned toward the window framed in gauzy white curtains. The sun slanted through the clear panes to fall across the table. Outside, the trees danced in a strong summer wind, the shades of green waving at her, calling for her to get a breath of fresh air. Maybe it would make her feel better.
“Just to think that about two weeks ago, everything seemed to have this… routine. I’d get up, go to work, come home and do what needed to be done. All without really worrying about anything. Sure, I’d have my moments here and there, but that was manageable.” She bit her lips together and shook her head. “But then I finally realized that something had to change. I did. I stopped giving a crap about the one thing that was tormenting my existence. I forced myself not to care, not to give in. I started hating him again. The way I did when I left. It felt right. It was comfortable. It was easier to cope that way.”
Feeling the weight of it all settle on her shoulders, Kyleigh let her head fall into her hand. “And then I had to get that email. That damned email. I should have never checked. I knew digging up the past was just going to hurt me again, but I thought I was fine. I swore I was fine! But that one email hit me so hard for no good reason. It wasn’t about anything. It changed nothing. He’s still an ass, but my heart wanted it to be something more.”
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Books and Bewitching Things

For those who wonder what I’m up to these days, I’ll answer simply with, “It may not look like I’m busy, but I’m busy.”

Image result for busyAfter punching out The Rose, The Lion, The Deviants, and The Unsinkable (heck of a lot of “the”s in there), in the span of four months, I was approaching burn-out. Not to mention some craziness in personal matters, such as hitting a deer and numerous little Civil War expeditions across Florida (one to Georgia and one to Mississippi). Yes, I am physically fine and my lovely Honda is back in commission. Yes, I learned a lot about some really cool Civil War history. No, I have no idea what happened to Bambi.

Image result for busyI consecrated April as a “get-my-crap-together” month. Stuff that I’ve been putting off for months (and sometimes years) was finally taken care of. Family photos have been sorted, new paintings were hung, my Civil War traveling scrapbook has been compiled (so far), and our yard is in the midst of a massive makeover that has me resenting the fact that I live so far south in the summertime.

But in other news, I’m back to writing! Just not what I’ve been working on for the last two years. The Legacy Series is getting set on the back burner as a new series has commandeered my computer and creative endeavors. Y’all may have read snippets from a book I haven’t published yet called Bewitching Fire. It’s the first in a series, completed, and in the final stages of editing. There are five books to follow, all centering around the witches in Goldcrest Cove who own a coffeeshop. The idea originally was going to be pitched to traditional publishers and agents, but none took the bait, so self-publishing it is! Continue reading

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The Art of Disappearing

Here’s a little creative piece I’ve been thinking of writing for a while. It goes with a story that I’ve been toying around with, but I worked out the prologue.


 

Kyleigh should have done this a long time ago. This leaving. She should have packed her bags like she did the night before and thrown them all in the back of her Toyota the minute she knew she was in too deep. The moment her heart fluttered when he said that he loved thunderstorms. The moment heat crept up her neck at every email, text, and private message. The moment she saw those tiny eyes look up at her with such innocence. That little girl didn’t understand who her daddy had brought home. But Kyleigh did. And that’s when she should have left.

Quietly, so no one would know what she was up to, she sold her furniture and consolidated everything she could into the few suitcases in the back. She’d take her savings and get everything new wherever she was going. She turned in her two-week notice at her job just so she wouldn’t leave on bad terms, and paid up the rest of her lease at the apartment complex. Everything was thought of, everything done seamlessly and without questions. She had no answer. None that anyone would want to hear.

It wasn’t much, what she had left. Kyleigh burned all the clothes she had worn when he touched her. That got rid of quite a lot of her wardrobe. She brought only her most favorite books. The ones that they never talked about or read together. She kept only the sentimental things she knew she could never throw away. Like the necklace her mother bought her for her eighteenth birthday, and the old crumbled picture of her father in his military dress uniform. The rest had to be tossed. It must have been in a landfill by now. And as it deteriorated, so would the memories of him.

That’s what she needed. A cleansing. A good, thorough purge of everything that reminded her of that man.

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Redemption Is Within Reach

The Lion is Live! It’s been a long time coming, but the finale is finally here! I’m so excited to share this with you! Read how Belle and Leo finally master their demons and live the life they were meant to.

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The_LionBelle Clearwater’s prayers had been answered, but there was still so much left to discover. Now determined to reject her mental illness, she’s decided to be brave and not let her anxiety disorder take her away from what matters. With the help of her friends and her faith, she’s sure that she can finally have her life back. Something greater is stirring in her heart and the man that had served as her solid ground might just send her world off kilter again. All it takes is one moment of honesty.

Against every bit of common sense, Leo Thompsons has chosen to stay in Levi. The Darkness and his murderous brother are closing in, but he believed that as long as he has Belle, he can find a way to break the curse upon his soul. With the power of love and prayer, he’s finally fighting for his life and the chance to share that life with the beautiful farm girl. Fate brought them together, but is he strong enough to rebel against the forces of evil that have hounded him for so long? Can he, once and for all, defeat his demons?

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All That We Are…

I’m gas receipts crumbled in the cup holders
You’re a Gatorade rolling on the floorboards

I’m the fierce tapping of an overworked keyboard
You’re the clatter of dice upon the dining table

I’m dry humor you chuckle to
You’re the pun master I groan at

I’m the motivation at 8:30am
You’re the snooze button slammed a dozen times

I’m a week-long road trip
You’re a stay-cation in bed

I’m a majestic wolf howling to the sky
You’re a stealthy panther creeping through the forest

I’m the hour it takes to get ready
You’re the cowlick left untamed throughout the day

I’m earth tones and cotton
You’re Hawaiian shirts and cargo pants

I’m the connoisseur of history
You’re the walking calculator

I’m the air-conditioned office
You’re the hot, dusty jobsite

I’m the insomnia until the work is done
You’re the nap at two in the afternoon

I’m the medium-rare steak and potatoes
You’re the dollar menu drive-thru

I’m the folded clothes within a day or two after laundry
You’re the basket of clothes that have been clean for three months

I’m one cup of coffee stretched throughout the day
You’re two Monsters in one night

I’m the pajamas you change into after a long day
You’re the quiet I want to come home to

I’m “we have to plan this”
You’re “let’s just wing it”

I’m the moonlight over a field of snow
You’re the warm sun sparkling on white beaches

We’re long talks in the bathroom at midnight

We’re the receptors of vibes and energies

We’re the “five more minutes” under the warm covers

We’re the rock song blaring down the highway at sunset

We’re the dreamers and creators of the impossible

We’re the stack of books on the nightstands that might never get read

We’re the fiery temper when communication isn’t working

We’re the “I love you” and “I miss you” several times a day

We’re the stable ground, the home base, the safe place

We’re the puzzle pieces you think won’t fit, but we connect perfectly

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