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Harsh Line, Cataclysm Book One

My very existence is under attack. I’ve kept a low profile, told myself the craziness sweeping the world would pass me by. Yeah, it was wishful thinking, actually an outright lie, but it’s kept me sane. I’ve been hiding out forever in one guise or another. Currently, I run a nightclub. Ascent is an “ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies” haven.

Warped Line, Cataclysm Book Two

I chose stasis—a long sleep—for me and two of mine. Hard to time these things, but we woke in the eye of a cyclone. 

When I went to sleep—to avoid being drained of magic and blood by dark Sorcerers—Vampires weren’t exactly on the endangered species list, but not many of us are left.

Cracked Line, Cataclysm Book Three

Vampires don’t fall in love. Except I did.

Not the best decision of my long life. I definitely cracked an unspoken line, but Ariana trounced me as far as line-crossing went. Very few acts constitute crimes in Vampire circles. Hers was the worst. I fled to the Old Country to buy myself thinking time.

Broken Line, Cataclysm Book Four

You do not want to miss the last Cataclysm book!

In all my years as a Vampire, hundreds of them, I never imagined humans would be anything other than food. Rich, pure, delectable. Prey that fought back never posed a problem. Mortals couldn’t stand against supernaturals.

Court of Rogues, Magick and Misfits Book One

Live now! Order yours today.

Strange bedfellows rock worlds. Urban fantasy and a slow burn romance wrapped into a serial that will keep you up reading long into the night. Reluctant recruit to the nines, I became Faery’s regent by default.

About Ann

I’m basically a mountaineer at heart. I remember many hours at my desk where my body may have been stuck inside four walls, but my soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. There’s a timeless element to the mountains. They feel like old friends as I visit them, and visit them again. There’s nothing like standing on a remote pass where I’ve been before and seeing that the vista is unchanged. Or on an equally remote peak. Mountains are the bones of the world. They’ll prevail long after all of us are dust. It feels honest and humbling to share space with them. I hope I’m blessed with many more years to wander the local landscape. The memories are incomparable. They warm me and help me believe there will be something left for our children and their children after them.

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