Cassius quickly turned to look where the noise had come from and he relaxed when he saw it was her. He was even more intimidating in person, with his large build and broad shoulders. He was lean at the waist but had obvious muscle from the way his clothes were struggling to contain him. His piercing steel eyes seemed to glisten with the souls of the lives he had taken and his dark hair framed his impossibly pale perfect face. This was him. The ruthless tyrant they had tried so long to take out was standing before her. "Oh, it's you," he muttered, "No thanks necessary." Thanks? For what? She carried on towards him and he stopped and turned fully towards her, a frown now furrowing his brow. He seemed confused. "Look, I - " he began, but she swung the dagger out at him aiming straight for his heart. He was too quick for her and managed to dodge, letting out a high-pitched girly scream as he did so. Not exactly what she was expecting from such a feared vampire. This was not how she had expected this to go * * * * Isabelle Howell seems like your average everyday girl, but I’ll let you in on a little secret. She’s actually a Slayer, and a very good one at that. Spending her nights disposing of unsavoury supernaturals that roam the earth. Isabelle is over the moon when she is given a high priority assignment. Her target, you ask? Cassius Lockwood. The blood-sucking fiend, well known for his merciless ways. His reputation doesn’t put her off, if anything she finds the challenge exciting. That is, however, until she has him cowering before her. What he says to her, will haunt her for the rest of her days... Available over on Good Novel...

The Lost Alpha: Book 2 Royalty comes at a cost. Someone always has to pay the price. Michael and Jemma’s new life is the one they always dreamed of. Surrounded by family and friends it’s the best that they could ever have hoped for, but it’s not without its struggles. Between the judgemental Alphas and vengeful rogues, their cosy little pack doesn’t have much breathing space. Tensions run high as they hit a brick wall with every alliance they try to forge. Matters only worsen when that crisp white omen falls in Michael’s lap. In blood-red wax sits his family crest, sealing not only the envelope but possibly his fate. So the question remains. Shall we go to the ball? Available Soon in Paperback