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Scarred, Bound by Shadows Book One

Magic runs strong in me, but power isn’t enough.

Magic confers an unnatural beauty on everyone with talent. Everyone except me, that is. I’m a witch, to be sure. No doubt about my birthright. When I was young, Mother hid me away until I was old enough to hold a glamour to conceal my flaws.

Cursed, Bound by Shadows Book Two

I’ve traveled a long road since the Coven kicked me out. It’s only been a matter of weeks, but it may as well be years. I’ve learned a lot, and nothing at all. One thing’s for certain: my life up until now has been a sham.

My wolf knew far more than he disclosed. Hard to fault him since he was trying to keep me safe.


Promised, Bound by Shadows Book Three

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I’ve done a fine job alienating everyone who ever cared about me from the witches in my Coven, to the man I love, to my wolfie sidekick. Mother’s familiar left, winging a path to Faery. My wolf made it abundantly clear he’d have gone with her except the familiar bond doesn’t allow that level of latitude.

Alive, Surviving Modern Oncology

Cancer is a bitch of a disease. Every single person who’s experienced being diagnosed and treated is a hero. There are a lot of cancer books out there. What’s different about this one? Maybe nothing. Maybe a lot…I’m a psychologist by trade. About fifteen years back, I started writing novels. Unfortunately, there’s not a scrap of fiction in Alive. 

Grigori, Circle of Assassins Book Five

I like things neat, so shoot me. Or poison me. Or run me through with a broadsword. Doesn’t matter how you try to end me, werewolves are immortal.

Back to liking things neat… I’ve been killing forever, both as a wolf and as a man.


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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