Hello, my name is Eve. I’m a stay at home mom who writes full time in between juggling my three kids, hubby, and housework, I write hot romance with a bit of a twist.
I am a Canadian author who belongs to ORWA, the local chapter for Ottawa Romance Writers and more recently SFWA. I am what is known as hybrid published which means I have works with some small e-publishers, some indie published titles and more recently, I signed a contract with St. Martin’s Press for 3, hot shifter stories.
I am the first person to admit I am totally boring and lead a mundane life. Seriously. My idea of fun is shopping at our local Walmart lol. I like to play video games, cook, and read. My inspiration, hmm, I guess you could say hubby as he is a total alpha male which means I often want to club him over head with a frying pan. But, despite his ornery, ‘I-am-man’ nature, I love him dearly.
I’m writing romance, my way. I do have a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and shifters. Lots of different breeds of shifters. I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who abduct their woman and then drive them insane…with pleasure of course.
My heroines, they kind of run the gamut. I have some that are shy and soft spoken, others that will kick a man in the balls and laugh. Many of them are chubby, because in my world, girls with curves ROCK! Oh and some of my heroines are a teeny tiny bit evil, but in their defense, they need love too
Some of my work does push boundaries and cross lines. Good and evil aren’t always clear in my tales, and in some cases, I’ve stomped on well known religious ideologies. Have I mentioned my imagination is a tad bit warped?
I tend to have a lot of sexual tension in my tales because I think all torrid love affairs start with a tingle in our tummies. And when my characters do finally give in to the needs of their flesh? Well, let’s just say, you shouldn’t be reading my stuff at work. The door is wide open, explicit and hot. Really, really hot.
I love to write, and while I don’t always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
Ella’s always heard voices and because of them, she ends up institutionalized at a young age. Everyone calls her crazy and she believes she is too until the night she meets a vampire and for the first time in her life, the voices shut up.
Zane just wants to enjoy his usual blood buffet, instead he runs into a wisp of a woman who makes him feel emotions he thought long dead. Rescuing her from the insane asylum, he brings her home, determined to seduce and feed from her, a plan that is foiled by ghostly voices determined to keep Ella untouched. But not even poltergeists can stand in the way of a vampire in love.
Even Crazier (Crazy Ella in Love Book 2)
Ella is back, and she’s not too happy someone is threatening her happily ever after.
Being the vampire queen can be lonely, but consorting with a Djinn? Unheard of. Yet, Felicia can’t help but wonder what would happen if she ignored the rules. Rules she helped make. She craves something more in her life.
Wonders if she can’t have love.
After all, Ella and Zane found happiness against all odds. But it helped they actually liked each other; whereas, Felicia just wants to throttle the man with the teasing smile.
Then kiss him.
However, now isn’t the time for distractions. The world is in grave danger. A spell is unraveling and about to unleash a deadly menace onto the world.
And Ella might be the only one who can stop it.
The damned voices woke her out of a sound sleep.
“Run! He’s gonna eat you.”
“Evil. Evil. Evil. . .”
“Stupid girl. Move before he makes you his next victim.”
A new voice also joined her regular cacophony with just one simple word repeated over and over, in a soothing tone. “Sleep.”
Lying atop the mattress, the springs digging into her back, Ella rolled her eyes. Stupid voices. Couldn’t they make up their minds? She had been sleeping, but now that they had her conscious, forget slumber. As one, they told her to look and see what frightened them. They drew her attention to a shadow that moved through the ward.