None but You

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope…I have loved none but you.” ~ Jane Austen, Persuasion

Do Dravite Eyes Truly See?

I’ve never before seen a savage—
not the true eloquent sort,
who looks like he walked out of highland glens
that wear brume like vestal veils,
hazy gauze that lifts and falls only slightly
when wind mavens laugh breezing by.
No, wildlings like you died off fantastical eons—
though only truly some centuries—ago.
But stubborn, on some strange, heroic mission,
you walked forward in time, a dreamer and soothsayer
of etiquettes long past. You brushed aside with singing hack
the cloying growth of modernism
and planted yourself like a stately redwood before me.

Do dravite eyes truly see?
Sometimes, I think not.
For if they saw as all others do,
they would have been impressed by the armor I wear.
Instead, dim fires lurk within those eyes, they spark,
lighting, kindling a glorious blaze inside me.
And how is it that pellucid divinations of my soul’s requirements
find their way across the quiet spaces that divide us?
“Fine particulates,” you say,
“that rather tie us together.”

You wore your heart in those same brown tourmaline eyes,
and in doing so, you rent open with the lightest of touches
an animus that stood stolid sentinel, bristling,
a weary soul perched on the tallest of walls…
Daintily, fearfully I dismount, awaiting the return
of the strength I now find only in your arms.

“House Made of Rivers”

My second published work, House Made of Rivers (courtesy of Hedonism Hill Press — thank you again to the Editor in Chief for all her hard work), is available now. Click below, pick up a copy, and please feel free to leave a review. For Prime and Kindle Unlimited customers, lending has been allowed and it’s available on Kindle Unlimited to read for free (with your subscription to the service).


Recovery is never an easy road. Even less so when you’re a famous model known for being dangerously underweight and the media buzzards don’t realize that your bones have already been picked clean.

Kai Riviere just wants a bit of solitude, a place to rest, a place to heal. Wolf Melua has been captivated by Kai Riviere since he first laid eyes on nothing more than a glossy of her. Over the last five years, she’s been his muse. He’s followed her career almost obsessively and every time she disappears from the limelight, the temptation to find a way to connect with her, to come to her rescue, drives him to his knees. But Kai is no Cinderella in need of a prince. Her shuttered eyes say it all to him—she’d spit in his face, break a foot off, and strut her stuff in the other direction if he ever tried. Three months into her longest disappearance yet, fate, kismet, the universe, or plain old luck has landed her in his backyard. And… she’s healthier. Now, if he can get her eyes to un-shutter just a little bit more, maybe then she can see the reason why a certain Wolf loves ‘seas’ and ‘rivers’ oh, so much.

“House Made of Glass and Stone”

A standalone spicy romance with a happily ever after, House Made of Glass and Stone is my first work, it was published just a few days ago by Hedonism Hill Press. I’m a new author, but writing has always been my passion. I love LOVE, and telling stories that are real—but also heartwarming—has always been my goal. Click on the image below to pick up a copy. For Prime and Kindle Unlimited customers, I’ve allowed lending and it’s available on Kindle Unlimited to read for free (with your subscription to the service, of course).

Stay home, stay safe, cuddle up with a furry—if you have one—and enjoy


After only three months of marriage, Laila is ready to call it quits. The man who swept her off her feet apparently no longer exists. Her husband’s heart, it seems, really is carved out of stone.

Yet, Aurick refuses to let Laila go.

Aurick has been struggling with the primal urges Laila stirs within him, urges he’s nowhere near to coming to grips with. For a man who has prized cold calculation above all else, being confronted by such powerful emotions is more than a little disturbing. But, when confronted with the possibility of losing Laila, and the realization that compartmentalizing his need for Laila has driven her to a dark edge…

Well, a heart made of stone apparently does bleed when cut by fragile, beautiful glass. Now, all Aurick needs is one more night to prove to her that love beyond all reason is something he intends to wholeheartedly embrace.