My latest novel, Not All a Dream, is now available, and its cover offers a hint:
This one is different.
All of my novels, including Not All a Dream, are
available from my publisher,
Bold Strokes Books, as well as from any bookseller.
Below you'll find each story's back cover "blurb" as well as links to each one's first chapter. My first three novels, all centered on protagonist Jamie Gwynmorgan, have received a number of very positive reviews, too, so I'm also sharing some of them here.
Please take a few minutes to roam these pages. I hope you'll enjoy what you find...
the Jamie Gwynmorgan stories
Whatever Gods May Be won several awards, including a 2011 Golden Crown Literary Society Award for Dramatic General Fiction, a Lesbian Fiction Readers Choice Award as one of 2010's five favorite general fiction books, and a 2011 LGBT Rainbow Awards Honorable Mention for Best Lesbian Debut Novel. Whatever Gods May Be also a made me 2011 Golden Crown Debut Author finalist.
ALSO . . .
Jamie Gwynmorgan doesn't believe in prayer. She doesn't believe in anything much. Except that people can’t be trusted—certainly not anyone she’s ever met.
But Jamie knows some things. From experience. She knows if she died, nobody would give a damn. Nobody would even notice. She knows the better she can fight, the safer she’ll be.
That’s why she can’t resist the sleek, dark lethality of the weapon—and the recruiter’s promise that yes, if she’s strong enough, good enough, she’ll get to fire that weapon in combat.
She doesn’t care about the uniform. And screw the pretend-camaraderie. Only Safe matters—and if she can do combat, then maybe she can fight her way to Safe.
Jamie expects a grueling fight that she might lose. What she never expects is to win love.
Whatever Gods May Be
War veteran Jamie Gwynmorgan had made a sweet life for herself. Then, one morning on her way to work, she’s abducted off the street. She doesn’t know why. Or who did it. Or where she’s been taken. She can’t even measure the passage of time.
Utterly alone, only rarely able to hear a human voice, prohibited from seeing human faces, even her own, Jamie endures in a sinister, disorienting fog that devours her memories of before and weakens her grip on sanity—until a bit of contraband darts into her imploded world with a message, and with hope.
It’s just a tiny voice recorder/ player, no doubt unwillingly forsaken, but it gives Jamie the means to measure time, to remember. And if she can remember before, then maybe she can find her way home to reclaim the life and the deep, abiding love some unknown enemy has stolen from her.
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