~ The Harbinger Series ~
Sex, lies, deceit—welcome to Hell, the world of the damned. Everyone has a price to pay and that price is dutifully paid to the Harbinger who delivers the soul. Classic demonology myths mix with modern day people, creating a world where nothing is off limits and everything is just the beginning.
If you loved Guilty Pleasure by Laurell K. Hamilton or Archangel's Kiss by Nalini Singh, you will thoroughly enjoy the Harbinger Series!
AstarothShe gave him a nervous laugh… Did he make her nervous? Of course he did. Just look at him—he was six and a half feet of walking, talking sex. And that dream! She couldn't get it out of her head and sitting on the picnic table like she had, watching him, hoping he would drop to his knees and reenact it…it was almost too much."No, you don't make me nervous at all." Lying was her only safe answer. She dropped her gaze to their entwined hands. She had never held hands with anyone, yet, with Roth, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world."I dreamed of you last night." His thumb circled the soft skin of her hand as they walked, and he waited for her reply.Her voice shook as she spoke. Had he just said he dreamed of her last night? "Did you? I hope it was a good dream.""It was the best I've ever had.""Really? What was is about?" He had more than her curiosity piqued."I'm not a kiss and tell kinda guy," he joked.Abby knocked her hip into his, knocking him off balance as they walked. "Oh, really? So it was a kissing dream about me. Very interesting. I thought you said you had a dream about eating your favorite meal.""Oh, I ate."He playfully swayed his hip, knocking her back, but before she could stumble, he had her in his arms, exactly where she had wanted to be. Even though she knew what she was feeling was wrong, she couldn't help what he brought out in her.She loved this new side of Roth; it almost seemed playful. The smile on his face as he looked down at her and their easy banter was a stark contrast to the lethal presence he gave off and the deep passion she saw in those gunmetal eyes.In his arms, she had to strain her neck to look up at him. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart as he held her, and her tongue darted out of her mouth, running along her lower lip. Again, her mind thought of how good his lips had felt on hers when Laird had nearly caught them. And today, out here in the woods, they were alone, no one to stop them.
~ Book One in the Harbingers Series ~**NABE Pinnacle Book Achievement Award Winner for Summer 2015 Best Book in the Category of Romance Fantasy** Jenna Thanatos thought she was ordinary; just your everyday girl with a healthy sexual appetite and a few kinks to boot. After moving to Maine to be closer to her boyfriend, Kyle, Jenna was starting a new chapter in her life. Little did she know, this chapter had more to offer than she ever thought possible. One night of fun exhibitionism turns Jenna's world upside down and shoves her face first into a world she never knew existed. Harbinger. Female Harbinger. The thing of legends, a myth foretold by ancient seers, but it couldn't be true. She was just her. Besides, things like that didn't exist. After being kidnapped, shot at, chased, and sprouting wings, she wasn't so sure anymore. Timoteus, an ancient Harbinger, has been searching for Jenna for years after finding out that she truly did exist, keeping a long-term promise to an old friend to watch over his family line. His duties were to protect her, train her, and make the foretold prophecy come to fruition. After saving Jenna, they find themselves still being hunted, landing Tim right in the middle of an operation he never dreamed could exist. Benneit Colebrook took over his father's business after his death last year. When the mention of a female Harbinger was whispered in his ear, he knew he had to have the rare and precious being to add to his collection. And, he would do anything to get her. Jenna now finds herself in an underground compound with two sexy as hell men, hiding away from the people hell-bent on taking her. Why? She has no clue. Yesterday she was normal, today she's not only in a fight for her life, but also the lives of all beings that have been disappearing for centuries. Will Jenna be able to accept who she is and face this new world head-on, or will everything come crumbling down before she has a fighting chance? *Warning: Intended for audiences 18 yrs and older. Contains graphic sex scenes and hot men!**********************************
~ A Harbinger Series Novella ~Tyberius Frelser, Professor of Theology & Ancient Greek History and Harbinger of Death, has lived in Boston for the past three-hundred years, deciding to stay in his beloved city after the death of his wife, a tragedy that broke his heart. As a Harbinger, he is a tortured man, sentenced to a life he never asked for. As a professor, he is well renowned for his difficult curriculum and grading system. Upon flipping through student profiles, Tye comes across one he finds more than intriguing. Margret Cole is a quiet, understated Grad student at Boston University, dreading the final class she needs to complete her doctorate in Ancient Religion. Since her mother's untimely death when she was only twelve years old, she has suffered from nightmarish visions. Though the scene of her vision has always been the same, the battle between good and evil has become more clear over the years. And, at the center of this battle, are deep brown eyes and a handsome face that have haunted her for as long as she can remember. Fascination and curiosity lead Tye and Margret on a path of exploration into not only her visions, but her bed, something neither have the desire to stop. But there is another player in this game, a powerful force with an agenda of their own. Can Tye convince Margret that her visions are more special than she realizes before it's too late, or will she ultimately become Tye's Undoing?
Jennifer currently lives in Western Massachusetts and has a love for adventure that makes her who she truly is. As an avid mountain climber & hiker it is not unusual for her to be hanging off of a 5.9 in the Adirondacks or the Shawangunk Mountain ranges. During the off season of climbing, also known as winter, she attends the New England Center for Circus Arts where she studied static trapeze (think Cirque rather than Circus). She an only child so has her mother to thank for her overactive imagination and knack for storytelling. Over the years she's written several short stories of the "naughty" nature. But had never envisioned herself as a writer. Just someone who enjoyed telling a steamy story from time to time.