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All stories entertain, but the best ones inspire.

I write action-packed fantasy thrillers featuring a strong female protagonist and a diverse set of characters with origins from all over the world. At the core of my storytelling is our universal struggle for love and belonging.

I hope my books remind you that it’s never too late. We are not too old or too young or too poor or too different. We are enough.

You are enough.

Join Rox and the Evolved Ones as they rescue mankind from itself.

Book in the sky. Image from Pixabay Thommas68.


Ayel is daughter to the leader of the Wandryls, a nomadic tribe of former slaves who fought their way to freedom. The first female born to the Old Guard, she’s known for her unique fighting style and has taught her people how to defend their way of life.

But lasting freedom is not without sacrifice.

The Gormuls, an industrious and thought-to-be ruthless empire, are making their way north of The Crag. Their advance threatens the rule of the five Northern families who settled the land and brought peace and prosperity after the War with the Serpents.

But Edrisyll, third in line to the Stonefort throne and one of the few remaining Battle Mages, knows if they wait for the Gormuls to reach their land, it’ll be too late. He seeks guidance from the Sisterhood who are telling him that time is short. He must join forces with the female Old Guard or all will be lost.

Follow along as I write BLOOD RAIN.

Photo credit: Thommas68

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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

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Be your hero!

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