Low Down and Dirty Fairytales Book 1
Ruby is content living in her cabin in the woods with her Grandma, sewing her own clothes and hoping to start her own little business. A trip into town to the bakery throws all her future plans out the window when she's convinced she's about to become monster food to her abductor.
Bash is a creature unlike any other. He's been alone since a witch made him a beast and when he first gets a glimpse of Ruby, both he and the monster inside decide she's going to belong to them. He hasn't had many nice things before, so Ruby is about to find out just how a monster handles his pretty prizes!
This is a terribly smutty insta-love novella that's chock full of growling, roaring and sharp teeth. It's a Little Red Riding Hood retelling although, honestly, there's a whole bunch of liberties taken...
No Grandmas were harmed in the making of this story.
West Coast Witches Book 1
West Coast Witches part of the Sh!t Witches World.
"You taste like mine."
Serena is a witch.
If it wasn't for her badly behaved familiar she might have already ascended to full witch and finally gained the approval of the Head of the Council - her mother.
But the damn cat doesn't seem to want to play ball and it's getting to the point that the local river and a bag of rocks are looking like a swell idea.
For a warrior witch, the fact that her own familiar won't reveal his war form is making her look severely stupid, and Serena has had just about enough of stupid.
Good thing she has a glitter-witch/pixie/unidentified species as a best friend who has her own dragon as a familiar...and Serena is not jealous.Not at all.
With help from a highly intoxicated Grandma and an overly affectionate naked guy, Serena and Hayley fight against Sod's Law to finally achieve more than the title of 'Faulty West Coast Witch.'
This is a novel of roughly 70,000 words that includes lots of indecent flashing, coarse humour, and an irreverent witch that has the vocabulary of a big, burly truck driver. Foul language warning in three...two...one...
Author takes no responsibility for sudden cat appreciation societies, adoptions, and/or inane hilarity. Any relation to real life is totally accidental and should this occur, please send details (and photographic evidence) to author's email address ;).
West Coast Witches Book 2
Book 2 of West Coast Witches.
Lucian was a bad, bad dragon.
Kicked out of the Goddess' favor because of his vain, selfish, anti-social, jewel-hoarding nature, he found himself tied to the one thing he couldn't possibly resist - a witch so sparkly, she's almost blinding.
He'd spent an entire year basking in the affection of the brightest witch in the whole of the West Coast, right up until that f*cking cat ruined everything by revealing their biggest secrets, and now he's lucky if he can get a single shimmery pout from his twinkling witch.
Well. He's just about had it with her insistence on ignoring him.
He was a two-tonne dragon. A freaking dragon. With fire and claws and Goddess-dammed spinal spikes for f*cksake. He was going to help her get her clumsy friend back, eat the silly elf that took her, and make her glitter for him until he couldn't see straight anymore.
All that sparkle was his, dammit, and dragons don't share their jewels.