Erica was a "late bloomer" in starting her writing career. For many years, she never felt the need to express herself on paper. Her artistic needs didn't emerge until her mothering needs had abated, whereupon she discovered that there was a world outside the family home. Some encouragement finally pushed her out of the writing nest and she spread her wings to fly as high as she could.

Possessing Morgan is her first published work.

Enter Andrea Worthington, Charleston socialite and all-around rich girl, right down to the wealthy fiancé. She's also the new Assistant District Attorney assigned to Morgan's precinct.

Their first meeting is like two freight trains crashing head on. Then a high profile, career make-or-break murder case throws them together again. The investigation has barely begun when Andrea becomes the target of a nearly fatal hit-and-run. But was it really aimed at her? Can she and Morgan find the common ground they need to solve the case and stop the attacks, or are the gaps just too wide to bridge?

Love is deaf, dumb, and blind…
and occasionally stupid as well

Jordana Laren is a hard-drinking, hard-fighting womanizer, who works as a freighter pilot in her spare time. Her latest customer drugs her, steals her ship, and abandons her on the desert hellhole Rigeus, infamous penal planet for the worst women criminals.

Her chances of survival aren't looking good. She has no food, water, or weapons, and the nearest bar is a million miles away. Just when she's ready to write her last will and testament, Jordana is rescued by a group of barely-clad women. Has she found nirvana?

Her own personal harem seems like a possibility, until the intercession of their enemy, the Velkren. Their leader, Vel, remembers Jordana well, and not fondly. But why is Vel on this planet, surrounded by murderers, thieves, and bad-tempered bitches? Jordana knows Vel isn't a prisoner, so why is her nemesis on Rigeus mining mud, of all things?

Jordana knows only one thing. She has to get off the planet before Vel kills her. Unfortunately, the women who saved her reveal themselves to be holy. They are the mysterious Noorthi, and Jordana's dream of endless debauchery becomes a nightmare of eternal servitude. The Noorthi make her one of them, marking her with a wrist tattoo, and leaving her no choice but to protect them with her life.

The last thing Jordana wants is to become involved in galactic politics or heroic actions. But the tattoo ochre in her body is suddenly giving her morals and scruples, not to mention a better vocabulary! And she really can't pass up a chance to outwit Vel, whose megalomaniac plans are endangering not only the Noorthi, but the civilized galaxy itself.

But Jordana is torn. Does she stop Vel at all costs, of does she get out from under the thumb of the Noorthi while she can? Some things were never meant to be easy…

A loner. An outcast. A killer.

A hundred years into the future, in a near-totalitarian state, there exists a group of feared Government assassins called The Black Shadow Corps. They are albinos, able to send their inner shadow to kill in the name of the law.

Tarris Waite is leader of The Black Shadow Corps. But she is different from them, visibly marked by her pale blue eyes. Her teammates consider her a half-breed, to be feared and despised.

A childhood accident left Tarris a paraplegic, yet she has never given up looking for a cure. Asher Hyrea is a medical researcher investigating nerve regeneration, and Tarris believes she may hold the key to her walking again.

But Tarris soon learns that nothing is as it seems. Suddenly, even the most trusted members of her Shadow Corps team are suspect. Could her meeting with Asher be more than mere coincidence?

When her loyalty is questioned, Tarris is left with no choice but to run. She is driven underground, where she discovers a horrifying secret that threatens the very fabric of society. Now Tarris is in a desperate fight to save her life and, more importantly, to save those who turned their back on her. But no one ever leaves the Corps alive.