Writing always came naturally for me. As a child, I hit the ground running when it came to reading, and writing was the obvious progression for me. I wrote a lot through the years—A LOT—but didn’t try to have anything published until I was in my 40s. I like to believe it was God’s timing, and not my being lazy, because the first thing I submitted (The Covering) was accepted and published by Pelican Book Group. I have two more books releasing with them soon, but the Descended series is an indie project.
The series is about four men with angelic powers, who are destined to come together at a specific time for a specific purpose—to fight sexual slavery and abuse in its many forms. And, it’s romance, so of course, there are the strong, intelligent, sometimes vulnerable women, best suited to handle each individual hero.
JETT (Descended, Book 1) and SEBASTIAN (Descended, Book 2) are available now in e and paperback. AARO (Descended, Book 3) and ULRICK (Descended, Book 4) are coming in 2015. Can’t wait!!!
~ Dana ~
Sebastian (Descended Book 1)
Men like Sebastian want only one thing, and Natalie has vowed not to give it to him. Yes, he’s gorgeous, intelligent and heroic, but he’s also a constant reminder that she isn’t good enough for him. Can she outrun a club owner who wants her dead when she’s weighed down by the failures of her past?
His whole life, Sebastian has viewed women one way – as marvelous distractions. But when Natalie enters his life, he’s forced to see the world – and women – in a new light. Teaming with Jett Cestone, they enter a world of sex traffickers to rescue young innocents. But only Natalie can rescue him and give him the one thing his heart needs.
Sebastian turned to find the artist, herself, and his breath halting for the second time that evening. Not dainty, exactly, but petite, with full features and calming brown eyes. She was absolutely lovely. Her smile bloomed the same time as his.
His brows drew together in confusion. “Yes. Have we met?” Not that he would forget if they had.
She tipped her face up to him, giving his closer inspection. “Hmm. I should have known you aren’t the devil personified, as I’ve been told.” Then she burst out laughing. “My husband,” she said, in answer to his unspoken question.
He saw his client, Marcus, coming toward them. Sebastian had forgotten he was the artist’s brother—and Jett Cestone’s brother-in-law—until Marcus leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“Glad you could make it,” Marcus said.
“I’m having more fun than I’d anticipated,” Sebastian replied, with a smile for Haven.
“So glad to hear it,” Jett said, stepping into the little group. “Don’t let us keep you from it, there’s much to see.”
“Jett.” Haven shot him a stern expression, which he volleyed back.
Sebastian grinned, thoroughly enjoying getting under Jett’s skin. “Ease up there, Gabriel. I intend to see everything.” He inclined his head to Haven. “I’d be indebted if you would give me the tour.”
Haven took his arm, ignored her husband’s growl, and steered Sebastian away. But, he could feel her tension, the escalating trepidation. Certainly not fear of her husband personally, but possibly what he might do to him. And there was more unease, seemingly unrelated to this evening, but definitely related to Jett. Something of a deeply personal nature.
He wouldn’t add to her stress. They stopped at a few pieces, commenting on detail and technique, before he turned to her.
“I’m making things difficult for you,” he said. She didn’t answer. “And I’m taking my life in my hands, no doubt.”
“A smarter man would watch his step, yes.”
Sebastian laughed out loud. No sugar coating, no diplomatic hedging, just the truth. “Would you be my new best friend?”
“No,” Jett answered behind him.
Haven chuckled and took her husband’s hand.
“Aren’t deities supposed to be munificent?” Sebastian asked.
“I’m not a deity. Neither are you. But, I am munificent, in that I haven’t hurt you yet.”
Jett had a powerful aura, that was true, but Sebastian had a few gifts himself. And an aversion to being pushed around. He lifted his head and looked down his nose at his challenger.
“Stay out of my face, Jett, and there won’t be any need for generosity or subtlety or anything else.”
The harsh line of Jett’s lips bent just enough to reveal clenched teeth. “Stay away from my wife.”
Sebastian seldom felt this degree of hostility coming from one person. A side table rocked nearby, but no one seemed to notice except for a man dressed all in black, who steadied it with one finger while looking nonchalantly around the room.
Telekinesis? Really? He had his own, but not to the degree it seemed evident in Jett, almost uncontrollable.
Haven squeezed her husband’s arm. “That’s enough. You’re not going to ruin this night for me.”
With that, she stalked away, bouncing all that luxurious brown hair as she went.
They’d just married. Not a big society event, just a private ceremony at home, so the internet said. Visually the two made a striking couple. Personality-wise, Sebastian couldn’t see how they’d gotten together. Maybe he’d misjudged Jett. There must be more to the man than a head for business and a boorish need to control. But, she was his wife, and that was a line he never crossed.
“Careful with that temper,” Sebastian told Jett. “You could wind up with ulcers.”
“And you could wind up—” Jett’s eyes snapped to Haven, watching across the room. “…having a wonderful evening,” he finished, before hurrying after her.
Sebastian chuckled. So she was his Achilles heel. And who could blame him? He gave Haven one last look of simple male appreciation and headed for the other end of the room.
God has blessed me with a wonderful husband and three dynamic children, all of whom are destined to make wide, colorful splashes in this world. We share our New Jersey home with three dogs. I have no hobbies to speak of, unless you include writing. I don’t.