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The Iron Horse - A Lesbian Romance
Nadia’s car breaks down in an unfamiliar town, and with a dead cellphone battery, she walks till she comes to the first place with lights on – The Iron Horse, a biker bar.
Gina is at the bar late and offers to fix Nadia’s car and get her back on the road. The women bond and find something within each other that feels like they could have finally found “the one.”
But will a complicated friendship with a single mother take Gina away from Nadia?
Taming the Tramp - An Erotic Lesbian Romance:
Jack Hart is a self-proclaimed butch-lesbian with short hair, many ear piercings, and even more tattoos. And she’s very hot. To look at her, you wouldn’t know she is a self-made millionaire creating computer software for the biggest corporations in the world. That is, if you go based off of mainstream opinions on appearance, which Jack has no patience for.
Jack lives by the rules of not judging others and not living her life controlled by the judgments of others. Jack doesn’t live by many rules, in fact she prefers to live by the ideology of doing what she wants, when she wants, with all due respect to those around her, of course.
However, Jack is very firm on a couple of rules, and every woman she brings home to her decked out luxury sex den all know the rules. Jack Hart does not date or do relationships – she only has sexual encounters. And if she or her playmate develop feelings, the arrangement ends.
But after over ten years of living by her own rules, Jack starts to wonder if she’s really getting what she wants from her promiscuous lifestyle anymore.
Breaking Mae’s Curse - A Supernatural Fantasy Romance:
What happens when a lesbian samurai refuses to marry the king? He kills her lover and then orders his sorceress to curse her to immortality as a five-inch-tall woman, of course.Fast forward almost 600 years.Mae’s plan to try to meet a beautiful woman backfires and instead she befriends a young IT nerd who is all too excited to try to help her break her curse – which requires a woman to fall in love with her.Can a five-inch tall lesbian samurai find love? Can Mae’s curse be broken? Or will the enemies of her past come back to destroy everything?
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The Dancing Wolf Series
A uniquely addictive lesbian romance with a polyamorous twist!
Books 1-7 are available now.
Book 8 is being written now and news on its release will be posted when available.
Available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle.
All titles are FREE to read with Kindle Unlimited.
Building the Family - A dangerously seductive and addictive lesbian romance with a fresh twist.
Can one wild weekend really be more than just a fun time?
Can it lead to a loving and lasting relationship?
When Kayla starts college in love with one girl she’s never been able to have a relationship with, and nursing her broken heart after being dumped by her girlfriend, she lands in the lap of a beautiful girl – a girl who could either fill the void in her heart, or open her heart for a life she only briefly dreamt of as a possibility.
Some say its only possible to be in love with one person at a time, but Kayla learns the “one love” rule doesn’t apply to her.
Building the Empire - After being handpicked by an opportunistic dance tycoon for a TV ballroom dance competition, Kayla and her dance partner, Jaime, will have to quickly learn how to cope with the fast-paced entertainment business.
Entering the world of fame and fortune will put Kayla at odds with the image she wants to have, and the image the world wants to give her. Being a celebrity dancer will push Kayla into questionable circumstances, further complicating delicate friendships, and testing Kayla’s girls trust in her more than ever.
Her schedule for the year is tight, and mostly dictated by her big dance career, however, some major surprises, both good and bad, will find their way into her schedule.
Breaking New Grounds - With Madison and Sam graduating college, the family sits poised to support them as they pursue their own careers and hope to become pregnant.Circumstances will allow them to share their blessings and uplift their families and friends in their own ambitions. A tragic meeting of chance will bring a painful loss from the past to their present, bringing the situation full circle with a bittersweet ending. New friends and colleagues bring new drama and promises for a better future.While struggling to balance work and family, Kayla feels a tug in her spirit to do more for her tribe, which will be echoed by her elders, challenging her to get more involved in the indigenous community.
Building the Home - In this second installment of The Dancing Wolf, Kayla and her girls get a heavy dose of the trials of the real world, homophobia, and love.
Transitioning from a monogamous relationship to a family of four is only the beginning for Kayla and her girls. In order to abandon their college dorms to move in together, the foursome must now face the world and their families.
Can Madison’s homophobic parents accept their relationship?
Will Kayla’s hidden love for Awenasa cause her family to crumble?
Creating a home together may destroy them, or open up the doors of immeasurable beauty and joy.
Building the Nursery - By being able to stay true to herself and her values, no matter the number of temptations and calamities that seem to befall her, Kayla quickly rises to iconic status, further opening career paths in the entertainment industry.
While trying to enjoy the riches of their labors and planning to start having children, Kayla and her wives have to balance a hectic schedule and complicated relationships.
Suspicions of disloyalty will mount, tensions will flare, and very shocking truths will be learned.
Note: Kayla co-stars in the movie, THE SHARPS UNLEASHED. Scenes from the movie will be rehearsed, so if you want to avoid spoilers, and you’d like to read the full story, you should read THE SHARPS UNLEASHED by Amy DeMeritt before reading Building the Nursery.
Building the Life - Going home for the summer family gathering will mark the start of a real family life for Kayla and her girls.
Kayla’s life is never short in supply of complications, tensions, and sometimes disasters.
After deciding to follow her love of dance and join her sister’s dance squad, Kayla finds herself in the spotlight with new doors opening for a real career in dance. But to walk through those doors, Kayla will have to befriend an enemy, and put her personal comforts aside.
Deciding to jump into the entertainment industry will either be a golden ticket to a wonderful life for her family, or will push the girls too far.
Note: A prominent character from Love Triumphs Pain, by Amy DeMeritt, will join the cast of characters in this installment of The Dancing Wolf series.
Family Growing Pains - Although Kayla and her wives have experienced some strong negativity within their families for their lifestyle, they have mostly been blessed with a strong support system. Falling in love with and deciding to add Jaime and Symone to the family will cause Kayla and her wives to suffer the loss of family and friends, and Kayla’s career will be compromised.
Having to travel east for a dance performance has everyone on edge because of Symone’s father’s threat to kill Kayla if he ever sees her.
A huge gathering with friends and family to celebrate the birth of their twins will bring new friendships and plans to bring the tribes closer together.
Events and people from the past will resurface, bringing a mixed bag of joy and opportunities, but mostly devastation that will impact the entire family.
The Brooke and Hannah… Series
A Romance with a Murder Mystery Sub-plot
Book 1: Brooke and Hannah... Upon a Wishing Flower
- A Lesbian Romance Series
On the outside, Brooke Dunning is a staunch professional, and very successful in her career as an advertising agent. Mixing business with pleasure is not something she’d ever allow. But when she’s assigned a client outside of her territory, Brooke meets a gorgeous and charming woman who immediately threatens her ability to maintain her composure.
The encounter presents Brooke with the possibility of true and lasting love, but allowing a romantic relationship with a client could cost Brooke her job.
A single morning of taking pictures for her new client will change everything. Brooke will learn about an unpunished crime that will force her to relive her painful past as a crime scene photographer.
Book 2: Brooke and Hannah... Upon a Snowfall
- A Lesbian Romance Series
With their hearts set on marriage and children in the near future, Brooke and Hannah will have to first deal with the fallout from learning Brooke’s mother has terminal cancer. As if opening Pandora’s box, Brooke will deal with one painful blow after another, and discover a hidden secret from her past. Major opportunities and career changes will affect both of them, while they pursue starting a photography business together. An invitation out of town will gain them a couple of new friends and promising futures of love and support. While riding out the many ups and downs, will Brooke and Hannah finally learn whether or not Hannah’s friend is a murderer?
The Sharps Unleashed
A Homegrown Terrorism Action Thriller
with a Touch of Romance
Robin Sharp is a police officer for her local precinct in a small town in the mountains, where a bill was recently passed to open up a huge portion of the mountain to commercial logging. As the town is overrun with out of towners, they bring a mess of problems for the police force. While trying to help keep the peace between the locals and the loggers, Robin is assigned a case to find a few missing big-rigs, which turns into a rapidly escalating threat of a major homegrown terrorism plot. Not knowing who else they can trust, Robin and her wife, Grace, must go into dangerous territory to gain more intel and scramble to prevent multiple catastrophes.
Latest Blog Post:
Never the Right Fit
I’ve been mulling over what my next topic should be for a blog post, wondering if I should do a book update, a new life subject, or get a bit more personal with more odd bits about myself so my readers can get to know the person behind the books a bit more.
But I’m still a bit hung up on the last blog post – Resist the Cookie Cutter where I talk about society’s relationship with our individual differences. The contemplation has turned inward and I’ve been analyzing my own relationship with differences and how it has impacted my individual development and my life journey. So, I guess I’m going to be on same life topic and giving you a bit more background on me.
The more I kept thinking about this subject, the deeper I kept looking into my life and my psyche, and I figured out that the real crux of everything lies in the relationship with differences. My emotions, responses to happenstance, decisions, etc. – everything is directly and indirectly twisted up with how I and others around me view and handle our differences.
One of my earliest memories of this actually revolves around my sexuality – my love and attraction for woman and not men. The first time I remember being gaga over a woman was one of my teachers, I believe in first grade. So, I was about six or seven-years-old. I don’t remember much from that age, but I remember this teacher vividly, as if I just saw her yesterday. She was beautiful with long red hair, freckles on her face and chest, and the kindest smile and eyes. I remember getting butterflies in my stomach when I was around her because I just thought she was the most beautiful woman alive. A couple of times, I remember going to her desk to either hand in an assignment or ask a question about it and she was bent over in a way that put her chest at eye-level and I was able to see down her dress and I saw her breasts and how they were speckled with freckles like her face. I knew I shouldn’t look, so I tried to divert my eyes, but if she spoke to redirect my attention to her, I was face to face with her breasts again. It was one of those situations that I felt rude either for looking at her or away from her and I felt it was safest just to look at her. My eyes would dart from her face to her breasts without my permission and it basically made me feel very awkward – I felt like I must look like I fool or have an attention problem because my eyes just didn’t know where to land. On one of these occasions, I think she finally realized what was happening, and from that day forward, anytime she had to bend over her desk to write or hand out papers, whether with me or any other student, she got into the habit of placing a hand on her dress or blouse to keep herself modest (a term and practice I didn’t understand till much later in life).
I’ve always noticed women and girls and never so much with the boys. Supposedly, in my earlier years, however, my family recalls me having a “boyfriend” that I absolutely adored, though I have no memory of this because I was only a toddler.
I am the third of four girls in my family and all three of my sisters are straight and as far as I know, they always knew they are. I remember growing up with this attraction to girls that was similar to their attraction to boys, but no matter how hard I looked at a boy, I just couldn’t muster up the attraction. I really thought something was wrong with me and I never talked about it. I never talked about how pretty I thought a girl was. Instead, I would try to fit in with my sisters and friends and just talk about how cute a boy was or even have “boyfriends”. I watched what my sisters and friends did and just tried to mimic them so no one would know how different I was. I would have the occasional boyfriends that I’d hold hands with, share awkward kisses, and write silly love letters to. It was exhausting and made me feel gross, but at least no one knew I wasn’t normal. Much of this ridiculous need to fit in actually resulted in some pretty embarrassing memories - ugh, those stupid “love letters” dictated by my sisters or friends making me look lovesick for boys I literally had zero interest in even just sitting next to.
When I was about ten-years-old, I found out that what I was feeling was normal and that other girls/women experience the same thing. I remember the day as clearly as if it was yesterday. The younger sister of my oldest sister’s friend took me for a walk into the woods one day. I’m pretty sure she was a year or more older than me and we weren’t really friends, so I thought it was pretty cool she wanted to hang out with me. But she didn’t want to hang out with me. What ended up happening instead changed my life. Now, I know what you’re probably thinking – but seriously, get your head out of the gutter! We just talked. She called me out on my attraction to girls and I was so shocked and scared that I couldn’t speak at first. She noticed a “vibe” about me and how I would look at a particular friend of my second to oldest sister’s. She was a very pretty Korean girl, and as would happen anytime I was around a pretty girl/woman, I was all butterflies, nervousness, totally awkward, and googly eyed.
This girl basically told me what I was feeling was normal but that people would tell me it’s not. She told me that I’m a lesbian. It was the first time I had ever heard the word, so she had to explain it to me and that there were gay men in the world too. I seriously felt like someone had just released a tight band from around my lungs and I could properly breathe for the first time. For the first time in my young life, I had validation and an explanation for why I was so different from my sisters and our friends. I had these labels that I could explain some of our differences - straight, gay, lesbian, and bisexual (which in years to come would grow to include even more labels because humans are obsessed with labels – seriously, why do you think those handy little label makers exist?).
She gave me some warnings that I can’t just tell anyone because most people don’t like gays, lesbians, and bisexuals. She told me it’s dangerous to tell people and that I need to really trust someone. Trust wasn’t really something I understood at that time. I hadn’t learned how to trust anyone at that point. So, even though I had a better understanding of myself, I had to keep it hidden. I couldn’t tell anyone.
The conversation took an embarrassing resolution though when she suggested I tell the pretty Korean girl that I like her and ask if she likes me too and if she wants to be my girlfriend. I still didn’t really understand those terms – girlfriend and boyfriend and I sure as hell didn’t yet understand that a girl could have a girlfriend. But I decided to trust this girl - she was obviously wiser than me about these matters after all. Ah, the embarrassing mishaps of the ignorant youth. I didn’t have the guts to do it, so she did it and reported back to me that she is not into girls. I have no idea if that embarrassing episode ever made it back to my sister and if they had a good laugh about it, but hey, look, it’s out here now! My first failed attempt to snag me a lady is now public knowledge.
Even with the knowledge of these new labels I had never heard of, and knowing what I was, I couldn’t come out of hiding, or the “closet” – a term I learned later on in life. As time went on as it does, I started to hear more about these labels in school and church. In school, they made gays/lesbians sound like misguided and confused individuals and that if you had sex with someone of the same gender that you would get HIV and AIDS. In church, they preached that having feelings/attraction for someone of the same gender was evil and anyone who acted on those feelings would go to hell.
I grew up in a very Christian family – Mormon to be exact, which was a whole whirlwind of differences for me – I disagreed with so much of their doctrine that I never felt like I fit in and I was constantly at odds with my teachers and church leaders. I attempted to play the part and would participate in church activities and discussions when required and write nice talks when it was required of me. But it was just so grating on my individual growth. It made me feel imprisoned and like people were trying to brainwash me. At one moment, I would feel like I belonged because I was doing everything “right”. I was doing what I was told and I was receiving the approval of my parents and teachers. But when I was alone with my thoughts, I would feel this bitter emptiness from it all and I just didn’t feel like a real human being. I felt like a robot.
I got to a point in my life that I literally started questioning everything. I mean everything!!! And the church leaders hated it. I stirred up quite a bit of trouble in classes asking questions they couldn’t answer and challenging archaic ways of thinking that just didn’t sit well with me (mainly their belief in the woman’s role in this world – but we’re not going to get into that). It infuriated them and they could tell I was disrupting the indoctrination of the other children. My questions were causing cracks in the framework they were trying build up in everyone’s minds and making their jobs so much harder. It’s really no wonder that my coming out at sixteen turned into a very humiliating experience with the church leaders trying to shame me into thinking I’m mentally ill and needed help. The experience ended with me in a sobbing mess storming out of the church and refusing to ever to return. And I never did, not to that church/religion. Not even when they attempted to force the matter.
My coming out at sixteen was a pivotal moment for me. It wasn’t just about me finally admitting to myself and everyone that I am different. It was about me finally admitting that there is no shame in being different. But even more than that, it was about me finally understanding that it’s ok to question everything and to find my own truth in everything, no matter what others try to convince me of.
I had spent years afraid of being different and just trying to fit in, knowing I never would. I didn’t fit in. I was different. I am different. The struggles I’ve had with my differences, having to hide who I am, having to deal with the shame people tried to throw on me for my differences – all of it helped form who I am today. All of my strengths and weakness are a result of how I and everyone else have dealt with my differences. All of my relationships have been affected by my differences. People form their own opinions and prejudices about me after learning I’m a lesbian and then the relationship alters. More times than not, people either get weird about things or they drift away. I’ve lost many, many friends and family over the years because I am gay. I have had many people, whether in school or at work who viewed me as a confidant and would come to me for advice on a regular basis. But as soon as they learned I’m gay, they stopped coming around and barely acknowledge my existence. And seriously, I am not “in your face gay”. I just don’t really talk about it because it has always been a piece of me that no one really wants. So, it’s not like these people can argue that I’m “throwing it in their face”. They are just writing me off because they don’t like a private detail about my life.
It really is a sad world we live in when a person can go from being your friend and having absolute trust in you to deciding you’re scum just because you love another woman. Love is the purest of emotions, yet so many people in the world try to tarnish it with their ignorance and hatred. It’s very sad.
There are so many things that I could dissect from myself as differences from other people and how each of them has impacted my life. My curly hair. My religious upbringing. My lack of interest in makeup. My hermit like tendencies (a result of my life experiences). My interests in cooking, karate, art, writing, and on and on the list could go. You could fill many cinder-block thick novels listing out the things about me that I’ve been picked on for or singled out as being different, as you could for every single person. But when I look at just a single difference, like the fact that I’m a lesbian, it’s absolutely insane to realize the unfathomable impact this single difference has had on my life just because other people can’t accept it. I am totally happy being a lesbian. Yes, it’s hard as hell, but I know who I am and I accept who I am, and that is a really fucking fantastic feeling. Knowing who you are is so much more valuable to your mental well-being than having someone’s approval to exist.
It took me a long time to figure this out, but I’d rather be alone in this world knowing who I am than be surrounded by people sculpting me into something I don’t even like or recognize.
I’ve never been the right fit for anyone else, but I’m the right fit for me and that’s what matters.