A little back story…

I realized I said I would post a short story that related to Heart of Lavora, but hadn’t yet. This short takes place 200 years before the start of Heart of Lavora. It sets the background for the major conflict in the novel…and I’m really hoping it doesn’t give away too much.

Without further adieu, I give you Amara.


Amara sat up in bed, a cold sweat soaking her. She shook as she gripped the large amethyst stone around her neck. Death was upon them.

She looked around, finding herself alone in the room. Her voice trembling, she shouted, “Finn!” In an instant, the bedroom door flew open. Finn entered, his face as pale as his hair.

“Amara, what is it? Are you—”

“He’s dead.” Tears flooded her eyes as she repeated, “He’s dead.”

Finn moved to her side, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m so sorry, Mar.”

She leaned into him, giving in to her grief. She felt the pain of loss in every inch of her body, barely able to tolerate the cold reaching to her bones. “I don’t understand. He still had at least two hundred years. How could this happen?”

“You don’t want the answer to that,” Finn whispered.

Amara pulled away. “You saw this? You knew?

He shook his head. “No, King Baltus saw it. He warned me this would happen.”

Her eyes widened. “That’s why you didn’t want to stay at the palace last night.”

“He said the same thing would happen to you if we stayed. He didn’t want that.” Finn lowered his eyes. “He saw one of your brothers murdering him.”

Amara felt her heart breaking. “No, he had to be wrong. They wouldn’t…” She stopped, realizing the twins had always been prone to anger. She’d known both Tynan and Kieran would be furious with the king’s decision. But she never imagined either would stoop so low as to kill their own father. Few Sidhe had ever committed such a heinous crime. Amara stiffened, anger replacing the grief. “I need to get to the palace. Now.”

Finn gripped her shoulders. “Mar, I know how you’re feeling, but—”

“No, you don’t know. You couldn’t.”

“You’re my mate. I feel everything you do. And I loved your father. We both lost him.” He paused, sighing. “You can’t fight them.”

Amara grit her teeth, narrowed her eyes. “I’m not weak, Finn.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“I’m the strongest Interrupter Lavora has had in over four hundred years! They can’t stop my power. And now I have the Amulet.”

Shaking his head, Finn said, “Freezing time won’t do any good. The minute you do anything to one, the other—”

“Then I’ll separate them first!” she cried.

Finn closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “To what end, Mar?”

Amara clenched her fists a she said, “I’m going to kill whichever one of them did this.”

Finn’s eyes flew open. “You can’t do that.”

“Watch me.”

He took her face in his hands. “If you do this, you’ll lose your soul. You’ll change into someone unrecognizable. There is no coming back from that, and I won’t allow you—”

“Allow me?” She pried his hands off her, then stood, glaring down at him. “I am queen now.”

“And I am still your mate! I won’t lose you to that.” He sighed, lowering his head. “I’ll fight them.”

All Amara’s anger fell away, and she sank back to the bed. Taking his hands, she whispered, “Your power is passive. You’ll die if you fight them.”

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Glad to see you still care.”

“Finn…I’m sorry. I let my grief get the best of me.” She lifted her hand to his cheek, allowing him to feel her love. “I can’t lose you, either.”

Finn turned his head, kissing her palm. “We can’t fight them. We have to get you out of Lavora.”

Amara pulled her hand away, shocked. “I can’t leave.”

“We don’t have a choice. Whichever one of your brothers killed the king, he will come for you next.” He rose from the bed and moved to the window, pulling the curtain back and peering outside. “We have about an hour until dawn.”

“No, you don’t understand. I can’t cross over. I tried when I was eighteen, and I can’t open the doorway.”

Finn glanced back to her. “Was this before, or after we bonded?”

She lowered her head, feeling a blush burn her cheeks. “Before the bond, but after we learned you were immune to my powers.”

He chuckled, causing her to look up. “You know we can’t go through the Veil without our mates.”

“So you’re coming with me?”

“Of course. You think I’d leave you alone in a world you don’t know?”

Amara shook her head. “This doesn’t feel right. Leaving our people without a ruler—”

“You really think Tynan or Kieran won’t take the throne?”

She frowned. “Father had to tell someone else of his decision. He knew what was going to happen. He wouldn’t he keep it quiet.”

Finn’s eyes widened. “You’re right, he wouldn’t.” He strode to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and pulled open the doors.

As he changed from his white cotton pants into a brown leather pair, Amara asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to Lord Canaan’s. Your father trusted him the most. He must know the truth.” He removed a matching vest and slipped it on. Lacing the front, he turned to face Amara. “I want to you get everything ready, and meet me at the Veil in one hour. If Canaan doesn’t know, we’ll have to leave. We have to keep you safe, and keep the Amulet away from your brothers.” He crossed the room to her side and bent, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Be careful.”

Finn smiled. “I’ll be fine.”


Dawn was fast approaching. Amara hid in the trees near the Veil, awaiting Finn. With every minute that passed, her anxiety rose. She was certain someone was watching her, waiting for her to let her guard down. While she could sense the presence of hatred, of evil, she couldn’t recognize the heartbeat. An icy vice overpowered all her senses, making her tremble.

Attempting to calm her nerves, she took in her surrounding, committing every detail to memory. She’d never allow herself to forget the lush green fields, the massive trees, or the wildflowers that bloomed everywhere. As she took in a deep breath, she wondered if anywhere could smell as fragrant and wonderful as her homeland.

Regret filled her. This was her home, her kingdom, and her traitorous brother—Tynan, she suspected—was chasing her away. She shouldn’t let him. She should stay and fight for what belonged to her. She should…

A hand touched her shoulder, and she jumped, covering a gasp. Turning her head, she saw Finn behind her, a frown on his face. “What is it?” she asked.

Finn shook his head. “Lord Canaan is dead. Someone poured liquefied iron down his throat.”

“Dear Mother!” Amara felt bile rising in her throat. Murder was rare enough in their world, but for someone to do something this sinister, this sickening…she shook her head. “This can’t be the work of either of my brothers. They couldn’t…I can’t believe either of them would do this.”

“Your father’s premonitions have never been wrong.”

She shut her eyes tightly, forcing back tears. “I wish he’d been wrong this time.”

He pulled her close, holding her tight against him. “Mar, you’re freezing.”

“I know. I’m sensing evil.”

Finn cursed under his breath, then stepped back and rubbed her arms. “We have to go, now. Are you ready?”

Amara sighed. “As ready as I’ll ever be. Do you have any idea where we’re going to go?” She paused, wondering, “Will we need to use glamour to fit in?”

“No, we won’t need glamour. Humans think we’re tiny, glittery beings with wings. They’ll never guess we look just like them.” He took her hand and led her to the white stone arch that served as a gateway between their world and the human lands. He traced one of the many intricate swirls carved into the rock. “And yes, I know the perfect place for us.”

“You aren’t going anywhere.”

Amara and Finn spun around to see a body emerging from the shadows. With dark hair and clothing, it took a moment for Amara to recognize the speaker. “Kieran.” Rage coursed through her veins. Before she could take a step toward her brother, Finn grabbed her arms, holding her back. “How could you do this?”

Kieran sneered. “I can’t become king with you alive. Once you are dead, I’ll announce Father’s decision, and accuse Tynan of these crimes.”

“No one will ever believe you. You’ve lost your soul, Kieran, and they’ll all feel it. You’re cold as ice now.”

Laughing, Kieran responded, “That’s just a myth.”

“I can feel you now,” Amara stated.

Kieran’s hand began to glow with a bright green light. “You’re more sensitive than the rest of us, remember? The others won’t sense a thing.” As he raised his hand, the smile left his face for a moment. “It shouldn’t have been this way, Amara.”

Finn stepped in front of Amara, shielding her. “I won’t let you do this.”

“What are you going to do, Finn? You have premonitions. They’re useless in a fight.”

Pushing Finn out of the way, Amara said, “But my power isn’t. And I have the Amulet now. You can’t defeat me.”

Kieran’s smug grin returned. “Actually, I can.” He cast out his hand, sending a blast of wind toward her. When she didn’t even flinch, Kieran clenched his fist, turning the gust into a spiraling tornado.

Amara held out her own hand, her white energy encasing it. Instantly, the tornado turned into a column of frozen air, which fell to the ground in a circle of snow. “Back off, Kieran. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Too bad the feeling isn’t mutual.” Kieran threw his arm out her once more, this time shooting a bolt of lightning at her. The bolt struck Amara in her hand, but didn’t harm her. Instead, it hurtled back to Kieran, knocking him to the ground.

“Amara, don’t kill him,” Finn warned, grasping her arm.

“He has to pay for what he’s done.”

“If you take his life, you’ll be just like him.”

She sighed. “I hate it when you’re right.” Amara cast her power once more, encasing her brother in a block of solid ice. “Someone will thaw him eventually.”

“We need to go. We’re almost out of time.” Finn turned back to the arch, shaking his head. “I wish you hadn’t told him you have the Amulet. He’ll try to follow us.”

Amara took Finn’s hand. “He would have figured it out. That power came from the Amulet, not from me. Besides, the human lands are vast. He’ll have to find us first.”

Finn smiled. “Right.” He led her under the stone doorway. “Tailte daonna oscailte.”

A whirlpool of light surrounded them, colors swirling in a blinding, dizzying spiral. Amara felt the ground fall from beneath her feet, and gripped Finn’s arm, terrified she would end up in this strange new world alone. When the spinning finally stopped, Amara and Finn found themselves standing on a beach, a large body of water lapping at their feet.

“Where are we?” Amara asked.

Finn pointed to a hill in the west. “Just over that rise is a town called Haven. We will be safe there. A family of Sidhe already lives there, and I’m sure they will help us.”

“Haven,” she whispered, inhaling a deep breath of the salty air. “What’s it like?”

He laced his fingers with hers and smiled. “Like home.”

“Home,” she repeated, her thoughts on the kingdom. She closed her eyes, using the power of the Amulet to see into the future. Pain tore at her as she saw the devastation her brothers would cause in her absence, the rift that would divide her people for generations to come. “What have I done?” she choked, looking into Finn’s eyes. “Tynan and Kieran will tear Lavora apart.”

Finn took her face in his hands. “Our people are survivors. We’ll wait until we know it’s safe, and then return and take back your throne.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. “We won’t be able to go back. It will never be safe for us.”

“Then we’ll stay here in Haven, and pass our knowledge on to our family. We may not be able to return, but one day, they will.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“I know why the king chose you over your brothers.”

She shrugged. “I’m the oldest.”

“No. He saw the Heart coming from you.”

Amara’ jaw dropped. “That’s not possible. The Heart is a myth. No one can control every power of the Sidhe, not without the Amulet.”

“I found it hard to believe myself, until I saw the vision.” He smiled, adding, “The Heart will return our kingdom to its glory.”



Q&A with Skye

In anticipation of the release of Heart of Lavora,here’s a little interview with the main character, Skye. Enjoy!

Name: Skye Lockhart

Age: 20

Appearance: Long auburn hair, teal eyes, short frame, beautiful

Personality: Intelligent, studious, kind, brave, self-reliant, and protective of those she loves.

The perfect actress to play the role of Skye would be Jane Levy. 

  1. What is your favorite fairy tale?
    • When I was younger, I loved Beauty and the Beast. It taught me to see people for who they are inside, rather than what they look like on the outside. But I don’t believe in fairy tales anymore. Life isn’t all hearts and roses like most fairy tales portray. Loved ones leave, and those you should be able to trust can hurt you. You can’t just sit back and expect a prince to come save you.
  2. If you could have one wish, what would it be?
    • I’d want to see my parents again. They died on my seventeenth birthday, and I never got the chance to say goodbye.
  3. What is your biggest fear?
    • Right now, my ex. He’s insane, and won’t stay away from me. He’s also incredibly violent. To be honest, I’m not sure what I ever saw in him. Maybe I thought there was a good guy under his bad boy exterior. Boy, was I wrong!
  4. If you had a superpower, what would it be?
    1. Superpower? Well…if they were real, I guess it would be cool to move things with my mind. Maybe hear the thoughts of others. But they’re not, so… next question.
  5. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
    • I know this is going to sound stupid, but I wish I could tan. I can spend hours out in the sun, with no sunscreen, and my skin doesn’t change at all. It doesn’t burn, tan, or even get any freckles. I’m sure there are people out there that would think it would be great to have that, but frankly, it’s annoying.
  6. What’s your biggest personality flaw?
    • That one depends on who you ask. I’d say it’s that I’m a bit anti-social, and would rather spend my time working on finishing college and listening to music than going out. My cousin Hanna says it’s that I’m stubborn. She thinks I refuse to ask for help with anything because I’m afraid. But really, I just like to be independent.
  7. Do you have any secrets?
    • Aside from the fact that I haven’t told my aunt and uncle about my ex, I don’t have any. I’ve kept secrets for other people, but that’s about it.
  8. Describe your ideal date.
    • Something simple. Maybe dinner and a movie. It doesn’t have to be fancy. As long as we can talk easily, and that spark is there, it would be great.
  9. What do you look for in a guy?
    • Someone I can talk to, someone that will treat me like an equal. Obviously there has to be an attraction, but I don’t really have a specific look that I go for. Oh, and he can’t be vain. I don’t care how good-looking he is, if he acts like he’s God’s gift to women, I’m out.
  10. Do you believe in love at first sight?
    • I believe you can feel an instant connection with someone, but I’m not sure if it’s love. I’d like to think it exists. Hanna claims she fell in love with her boyfriend when they first met, but I’m still on the fence about it. If it ever happens to me, I’ll let you know.

Keep an eye out for more information on the characters from the novel. Heart of Lavora will be available April 3!

Heart Of Lavora

I’m hoping to have my next novel, Heart of Lavora, out by next month. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be posting info about the book, characters within it, and updates on how the publishing is going. For now, here’s the blurb for the novel!

Skye doesn’t believe in fairy tales. In her mind, happily-ever-after doesn’t exist. It can’t, not when her abusive ex-boyfriend won’t leave her alone. But all that changes when she meets Aiden.

She recognizes him the minute they meet—as the man she’s spent weeks dreaming about. While she can’t explain it, she feels an instant connection to him. Electricity strikes every time they touch. He knows things about her before she says them. After witnessing the aftermath of a run-in with her ex, all efforts to keep her distance prove futile. Aiden refuses to allow it to happen again.

But Aiden is hiding a big secret. So is everyone else around Skye. Learning the truth makes her realize there’s more out there than she ever imagined, and throws her into the middle of a war between two factions of Sidhe. Only the Heart of Lavora can save both the Sidhe and the humans from destruction.

Can Skye discover how to bring peace to both lands? Or will the war ravaging Lavora spill into the human world?


It’s short notice, I know, but… I will be doing a book signing Saturday, January 17th, at Past Tense Books in Holly, MI. The bookstore is located downtown, right on Saginaw Rd, south of Grange Hall. It’s above Morgan’s Boutique. The signing will be from 1 until 3 pm, so if you’re interested in getting a signed copy of Blood of the Immortal, stop in to see me!

I’m working hard on Book 2 of the series, currently titled Original Blood. It’s a bit different from the first, as the story is told from two main characters: Corbin and Zoe. And NO, they are NOT a couple. If you’ve read Book 1, you know why. The both have their own romantic interests. The story also takes place twenty years after the end of the first.

I also have a plan for Book 3, and have one chapter down (kinda hard to work on it when the second hasn’t played itself out yet). And it’s main character (drum roll, please)… VIC! Yes, he’s getting his own book. (You’re welcome to a certain individual that kept bugging me about giving him one)

In the near future, I plan on posting a short story that is related to Heart of Lavora, the fae novel I recently finished. I’ve debated putting it into the novel as a prologue, since it explains what happened 200 years in the past to cause the current conflict. As of right now, it’s not going in, but we’ll see what happens.

Looking forward to the signing, and maybe seeing some of you there! Happy Reading!

Meet My Character

So I was tagged by Nancy Tucker, a fellow author, to do a post about a character in an upcoming book. In turn, I’m tagging Brenda Hasse and W.C. Hoffman.

The idea of this is to introduce a character from a recently completed piece or a work-in-progress. The following questions were part of the challenge:

  •   What is your character’s name?
  •    Is your character a fictional or historical person?
  •    When and where is the story set?
  •    What should we know about him/her?
  •    What is the main conflict/ what messes up up his/her life?
  •    What is the personal goal of the character?
  •    Is there a working title for the book and where can we read more about it?
  •    When can we expect it to be published?

We’re then supposed to tag other authors, asking them to do the same, and we put little bios for those authors the the end of our post. So, here goes!

1-2. My character’s name is Skye Lockhart, and she is fictional.

3. Most of the story takes place in the fictional city of Haven, located on the coast of Mass. (Though now that I think about it, the name of the city is only given once, and I never say the state.) In the last few chapters, the characters travel to the Sidhe homeland, called Lavora.

4. Skye isn’t what she thinks she is. In other words, she’s not a normal young woman. Certain aspects of her life, her heritage, have been hidden from her. She prefers to solve problems on her own, not wanting to rely on others or possibly risk their safety. That being said, when she knows she can’t do something on her own, she’ll go to others.

5. The conflict begins with Skye attempting to distance herself from her abusive ex-boyfriend, but it becomes much more. Skye is smack in the middle of a two-century long battle between Sidhe clans. She must discover her strength if she is to bring an end to the war.

6, In the beginning, Skye’s goal is to get away from her ex. Later, it shifts to finding a way to end the war, keep her family safe, and protect everyone in the human land.

7. The working title is Heart of Lavora. I’ll probably be posting more information about it on my blog soon.

8. I’m in the process of sending to agents at the moment, so I don’t have an exact date as to when it’ll be out.

Brenda Hasse is an author of children’s books, as well as young adult novels. She has several children’s books out, such as My Horsy and Me, What Can We Be?, A Unicorn For My Birthday, and Yes I Am Loved. Her YA novel is titled Wilkinshire. 

W.C. Hoffman’s debut novel, Twins of Prey, is a great outdoors mystery/action story based in the woods Michigan. It’s part of a three book series, and book two should be out soon! (Sorry, I don’t remember the exact date, though I believe it’s in October)

Finding Time

The people that know me personally, and know I am responsible for three children under the age of five (my husband works about 12 hours a day), often ask me when I find time to write. The answer is whenever I can.
I’ll find something to occupy my kids, open the laptop, and just write, even if it’s only for five or ten minutes. I always have a notebook with me, usually in the center console of my car, or in my bag. My youngest two tend to fall asleep in the car, so on days they’re fussy and I can’t get them to go down, I’ll take a drive until they’re out, then I park and write. This works better when my oldest is in school, as he doesn’t nap anymore (bummer), and I’m lucky if I get a half hour, but at least it’s a half hour of quiet time to work!
Most of the time, I don’t get to do anything until after I’ve put the kids down to bed, which happens to be just before 9 pm. This is if I’m lucky. They don’t like to go down without a fight. Even then, it’s not distraction-free writing time. The hubs will have the TV on, or want to talk, so in total, I might get another half hour of writing time before I go to sleep around 11.
Now that I’m putting this down on paper, I’m realizing how little time that is. Realistically, I’m lucky if I get 3 hours total of time to write. I’m sure my husband would disagree with that number, as he thinks that’s all I ever do, but if I’m honest with myself, I’m lucky to get that much time.
I happen to be a night owl, so working at night doesn’t bother me. In fact, I think I probably write better stuff at night, when I’m not getting up constantly to break up a fight or feed kids, or pick up some sort of mess they’ve made. I can actually FOCUS then. But if the muse is whispering to me in the middle of the day, I can’t ignore her. Sometimes, much to my husband’s dismay, the laundry or the dishes just have to wait a bit. It’s not like they’re going anywhere (unlike my kids).
The point of this is, no matter how much or little time I have, I just have to write. It’s what I love. Yes, this means it can take me longer than I hope to finish stories, but as long as I JUST WRITE every day, I’ll eventually get them all on paper.