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She
brushed the gray tips and white strands of hair that gave him such untamed
nobility. With a finger, she traced his face from his temple to his jaw, across
his lips, then scraping her nails along the fine hair under his chin. A man of
his enormous size would be capable of great strength, and a gal could easily
lose herself in his arms for more than one night. His gaze intensified under
her scrutiny.
“What
do you see when you look at me?” he asked and lowered his eyes. Sinfully long
lashes brushed his cheeks.
She
considered him to be the most gorgeous man alive. His eyes mesmerized her. Some
would consider the unusual color to be eerie, but she saw a whirlwind of
emotions, from pain to hope, drawing her into his soul. Did his unusual
appearance cause issues and uncertainty in his life? Despite his intimidating
frame, he exhibited control and gentle qualities in the tender way he’d held
her when they danced and the way he’d admitted his soft spot for animals. In
arms like his, a woman could find paradise in many ways.
She
cupped his face and forced him to meet her gaze. “I see a handsome, mystical
warrior from another world.”
“Handsome,
huh? I think you need your vision checked. I am nothing more than a simple
Chippewa from Michigan.” His mouth was inches from hers. “However, I can be
magical and take you wherever you want to go.”
“Then dance with me,” she whispered.
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At the time,
Grand Rapids was one of the first large scale trading posts used by the Ottawa, Potawatomi and the Chippewa. My ancestors learned valuable
information from their relationships with these tribes which lead them to have
a successful farm and healthy family.
Despite the Avery’s wishes, the government forced the
tribe off the land and into a reservation.
According to family legend, my gt-gt-grandmother and her dearest friend
spent the last days together. After hugs
and many tears, she stood in a field and watched the tribe travel until they
were out of sight.
The information, stories, and traditions my ancestors
learned has been passed down through the generations. I grew up listening to
the stories my grandmother told of visiting the farm and her grandparents. She
also shared aspects of the Native American Spirituality and showed us how
similar it is to Christianity.
In the 1950’s, my grandparents purchased property and build a cottage on Coldwater Lake, not far from Mt. Pleasant, MI. My family spent many summers at the cottage where we collected arrowheads we found in the sand pits. A Chippewa family owned a cottage near ours and our our families spent quality time together. "Indian Dave” was a teacher and kept all the children captivated with stories, games, dances, and traditions while we sat around a bonfire. My favorite tales were those of Spirit Animals. In each book in the Legend of the Spirit series, his words live.
After Crow Magic, the first book in the Legend of the Spirit series, was published, my editor sent a photo of Martin Sensmeier to me. The handsome man is of Alaskan Native and European American descent who is famous for being an actor and model.
This particular photo inspired the character of Jamie Hawke, a Native American hawk shifter.
However, the story was inspired by a friend in the USMC who was more confident than me that I could pull off writing a battle scene. Thanks, Whiskey Rick!
“What do you see when you look at me?” he asked and lowered his eyes. Sinfully long lashes brushed his cheeks.
Dyami
Schafer, a Native American from the Chippewa tribe, leads a lonely life due to
his large size and unusual appearance. When his nesting instinct sets in, he
turns to Madame Eve and 1Night Stand to help him find his spirit mate. Or at
least a woman who accepts him as an eagle shifter.
Amanda Collins never stopped
loving the Chippewa boy she knew from her childhood. Maybe a night with a
Native American man will help her forget the past and let her move on with her
life.
Sometimes, it’s necessary to
take a step into the past before dancing into the future. With the help of
Madame Eve, will the Spirit of the Eagle carry Dyami and Amanda?
It's time!
You might need to sit down!
It's hot!
IT'S HERE!
Being a hawk shifter on a Marine Corp Special Ops team is
dangerous but falling in love with his commanding officer could be deadly.
Jamie Hawke is honor bound to choose duty over love.
Her days as tough Captain Andrea “Andi” Nelson explosively
end and leave her with scars inside and out. Not able to forget the hawk
shifter, she hopes to find a similar man to help her heal.
Madame Eve’s 1 Night Stand elite dating service matches Hawke
and Andy. He’s prepared to crash and burn.
Hawk's Honor, Book 3 in the Legend of the Spirit series in the 1 Night Stand collection from Decadent Publishing.
Book 1, Legend of the Spirit series is part of the 1 Night Stand series from Decadent Publishing.
Lucy Richards is tired of being timid around men. Hoping to overcome her fears and feel like a real woman, she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who will fulfill that goal. Eve arranges a one-night stand with a handsome Shawnee shaman who will teach Lucy to use her womanly power and take her to unimaginable heights.
Shape shifter Seth Crowe is a Keeper of the Spiritual Law who carries
souls from darkness to light, and enjoys using his body to accomplish his
magic.
Tucked away in the Castillo Poconos Resort, Seth helps Lucy find
spiritual and sexual freedom, never dreaming he might find his own mate in the
bargain.
“I am a man who is yours
tonight, Lucy.” He walked toward her with arms out from his sides, exposing his
nudity. “Draw on the power within you. Look at me. Overcome your apprehension
of men. Have I not shown you gentleness?”
She nodded and
approached him while tugging the strap of her sundress.
“Keep your dress on.
Take it off when you are ready. This night is about you. Explore my body, learn
from it, and take whatever you want. You are in control.”
He led her to the center
of the blanket and faced her. She stood still with her fingertips resting on
his waist. Cupping her face, he lost himself in her eyes.
“I am your instrument to
use tonight. Open yourself up and delve into this opportunity I offer. I am
yours to command. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I think so.” She
considered his offer. “What do I do?”
“Follow your feminine
intuition.” He couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Touch me, tickle me, beat me,
kiss me, bite me, lick me, suck me…whatever you want. Take whatever you need
from me to strengthen you.”
In the moonlight, an
endearing, innocent blush spread across her face. Amazing how a woman who lived
her life in fear caused by abuse could be so naive of her own sensual power. If
she knew her potential, she could bring him to his knees.
Please,
bring me to my knees.
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