Friday, June 29, 2012

New Release

The Síoraí Legacy, Book II
Touch of Darkness

The Wild Rose Press
Available in Print and E-Book

319 Pages / Rating:  Spicy

About Touch of Darkness

Her body desires a mystical warrior...

White witch Aiyanna Grey is well versed in magic, mythology, and betrayal. When vampires tear her family apart, she seeks the help of an immortal stranger. As they get closer to finding her sister, Aiyanna is in danger of losing her heart.

A powerful witch in need of his protection...

For 250 years, Cameron MacLean accepted his fate as guardian of the human race. A lost lifetime fuels his obsession to settle the score against evil until he meets a beautiful witch who incites an inferno inside him until he craves nothing but her touch.

When an ancient Vampryss threatens to use the power of the sisters to open a portal between two worlds, can the power of Aiyanna and Cameron's love strengthen their magic in time to save her sister and the world? Or...


Aiyanna kept her features composed while she studied the man who looked scrumptious enough to eat. She found it increasingly difficult to maintain her stoic posture. He was drop dead gorgeous. A natural strength radiated in his perfect, tanned face. Lips, firm and sensual. Thick tawny-gold hair tapered neatly to the collar of a long black leather jacket.

His eyes drew her full attention, extraordinary eyes the color of amber, flecked and ringed with gold reminding her of tiger eyes. Fascinating, almost hypnotic.

He towered above her by at least six inches. Aiyanna always thought herself tall for a woman, especially at five-foot-six, but beside him, some might consider her elfin.

Her gaze moved over him.

Holy crap, the man’s body reminded her of a solid brick house, built to perfection. Beneath his black leather jacket, a dark T-shirt accentuated the hard rock bulges of his abs, and tight blue jeans complemented strong, muscular thighs.

She lifted her gaze to find him watching her, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

“Do ye like what ye see?”

Once again, Aiyanna forced a blank expression on her face. She shrugged. Using her best bored tone, she answered, “I guess it’s okay if you’re into that kind of thing.”

No way would she tell him that just his sexy voice, deep and accented, made her heart beat a mamba against her breast or that the sight of his masculinity made her stomach do flip flops. Nor would she admit, even to herself, she suffered from a deep physical magnetism to a man she didn’t know.