The Spirit Tree
This southern girl had plans—big ones—but they went up in smoke the day I died.
Not only did I take a bullet to the heart and ruin my Gram’s favorite cast-iron skillet, I turned into a flaming-freaking-bird.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, I’m fighting for my life against a conjurer who wants to kill me, Tribal Elders who want to manipulate me, my crazier-than-a-bat mother, wolves, snakes, and one-heck-of-a pissed off ghost…
Don’t even get me started on the blue-eyed detective and the Cherokee body guard determined to use me as the quarter in their coin toss to see which one claims me.
Twelve Spirits of Christmas
They say the holiday season brings out the crazies. Well whoever they are, they’re right!
This year, it brought out a serial killer, who chooses his victims based on the carol, “The Twelve Days of Christmas. Somehow, I’ve end up in cahoots with a ghost to stop the Christmas Killer before he strikes again.
Did I mention I hate this time of year?
I’m still working out the kinks in my new life. I mean really, who wouldn’t need some time to process after finding out they aren’t human? That’s right. I’m a Nunnehi, aka the Cherokee equivalent to a fairy. Oh yeah, and anytime I get a little hot and bothered, I turn into a firebird and incinerate the bed along with anything or anyone in a three-foot radius.
The Spirit Child
As a part-time shrink, full-time psychic, and one of only two living Nunnehi--the Cherokee equivalent to a fairy—I have my hands full.
The last thing I need is take on a new patient…especially when said patient is a psychically gifted nine-year-old pageant queen, who confessed to murdering her stepfather.
But how can I say no? It’s not like I can Google “Magic wielding mental health therapists” and find someone else to see her. Besides, it’s a temporary situation. It’s not like I’m going to adopt her…well not right now anyway.
It turns out, the kiddo is the least of my problems. Orange County PD called me in to help catch a child-killer. One of his ghostly victims followed me home and refuses to leave.
My mates and I can't seem to agree on the color of the sky, let alone how to build a life together. How can our relationship survive an invisible teen-aged roommate?
Better question, can I risk my life to stop a murderer without risking my heart to a pint-sized psychic?
The Spirit Walker
I'm ginormously pregnant, raising my ten-year-old psychic medium daughter, and am married to not one - but two - magical guys. Let's just say, I'm a smidge busy.
Not to mention, I have to plan my great-grandmother’s birthday party. I don't have time for premonitions that someone I love is going to die.
Unfortunately, monsters don't keep schedules.
The Spirit Dancer
My great-grandmother always said, “The good Lord won’t give you more than you can handle.” If that’s the case, the big guy upstairs must think I’m a freaking superhero.
My hands were already full with two husbands, a daughter, and a brand-new baby. Not to mention, my job as a victim’s advocate and psychic medium for the Orange County Police Department. But evidently, the universe thought I needed more.
A lot more.
Namely, the brother I never knew I had, showing up and claiming our long-lost father was in grave danger, a series of murders that only I can solve, and enough family secrets to fill an entire season of the Jerry Springer Show.
I may be Fae, but everyone has their limits…
And I’ve reached mine.
It’s time to put on the red cape and kick some serious butt, because no one messes with my family and gets away with it.
You’ll love these Southern-fried Paranormal Romances, because beneath the fantasy is a different kind of magic…the magic of family and sacrifice and acceptance.
