Alter Ego

Into The Darkness...The Alter Ego

A Moment Before Midnight

A Naverro Vampire Tales

Due to their unique psychic gifts, twins Dayton and Dakota Naverro
have lived sheltered lives on the very
plantation were their ancestors toiled as slaves for generations. When
Dayton is called away to aid an ailing
friend, their quiet lives are severely disrupted.

Dakota’s best friend Paris drags her to a club where she meets her soul
mate, Nicolay Constantine. Dakota
fears once she reveals her gift of clairvoyance to him he’ll walk away
from anything she may have to offer.
Little does she know her new friend is a six hundred year old vampire.
As their relationship blossoms,
Nicolay’s office is mysteriously ransacked and Dakota disappears.
Meanwhile, the Great Evil is plotting to
lure Nicolay to a portal located on the Naverro plantation to again
make its grand entrance to the realm of
the living.

Dayton, Paris, Nicolay, and his arch enemy Gedeon must work
together to save Dakota and keep the Great
Evil from again walking the earth. In order to accomplish this,
Nicolay and Gedeon must put aside their
differences, Paris and Gedeon must reconcile, and Dayton must adjust
to the new man in his sister’s life.

You want more take a step into
darkness with me.

A Licentious Storm

The front of her top was laced, giving an extra boost to her already perky
breasts. It stopped just above her navel. Neimiah traced his lips with his
tongue as his eyes followed the line of her stomach to her navel and
eventually to where her skirt began. He stopped there, the need to reach
out and touch her tugging at every muscle in his body. He fought to keep
control but the swelling in his pants was becoming uncomfortable.

He needed a distraction but moving would only attract attention and he
didn't need that. He thrust his hands into his pockets, not knowing what
else to do with them. Pain, he needed pain to distract his mind. He bit
down on his tongue, the need to control the serpent threatening to
escape so great that he drew blood. As his mouth filled with the metallic
tasting fluid, he heard Inez call to him.
I can take it away, but you must let me in.

Help me. Please. He'd never begged his mistress for anything, but he'd
never been so afraid. He couldn't lose her now, they couldn't lose her
now. Not after they'd searched so long, yearned for so long to be whole.
Close your eyes and breathe.

Neimiah did as the voice instructed. He opened his mind to his mistress
allowing her power to wash over him, through him. Within seconds, the
urge to snatch Gianina from the place she stood and take her fizzled to a
soft ache and eventually it was gone. Goosebumps tickled the hairs on
his arms and a moment later he felt like his old self.
“Neimiah would you be a dear and help me?”

He opened his eyes, realizing the voice that had just spoken to him
wasn't in his head. He reached up on his side and pulled the velvet drape
from the rod. His eyes grew wide and the gentle pitter patter of his heart
became a thunderous gallop. If he hadn't known the pounding in his ears
was his heartbeat, Neimiah would have sworn a herd of horses raced in
his head.

He heard the whispering of the people in the room but he couldn't make
out their words. The only thing he could focus on was the painting hung
before him. A painting that should have never seen the light of day. A
canvas he'd poured everything he had into the night a part of his heart
was torn away. And there in the painting she stared back at him,
mocking him with sadness. Of all the ways she could have betrayed him,
she had to send this one to the woman he needed to bring home.

Praises of the novel

"...explores the forbidden side of passion in this tantalizingly erotic
novel."
- Paula Henderson, RAWSISTAZ.com