All right, ladies and gentlemen, time to give our real life heroes and heroines a shout out. I'm a romance writer. I spend countless hours a day with a fantasy man, and my real life hero doesn't mind. He deserves as shout out.

Bad day at work? If I tell hubby there's nothing he can do to fix it, he doesn't try. He just wraps his arms around me and holds me for as long as I need him too. Gotta give him a shout out.

He doesn't begrudge me my bad moods. Again, give that man a shout out.

He'll go with me to see a chick flick. Say it with me now. Shout out!

When I need silence in this world full of noise, he blocks it out. And when I'm ready to hear the world again, there he is. Shout out.

And when I feel like I need to watch my back, he's watching my front, sides and anywhere else I'm not looking. SHOUT OUT! The world ain't got nothing on us!

So, now it's your turn. Give your man or woman their shout out.

Hi Everyone!
It's been a long time since I've been here, but I'm back. A lot has happened since I last posted so without further ado, Dreamers is here! This is the book of my heart. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Somiar Ayers always thought it was really cool that she could control her dreams. In one night, her world is shattered when she finds out not only is she adopted, but she comes from a race of female assassins called Dreamers. While in a dream state, Dreamers can astral project anywhere, any time. Since they don’t leave fingerprints or DNA they can literally get away with murder. Now that her biological mother is caught, she has been charged to get her back. At any cost. With the help of her adoptive mother, Somiar is in a race against time. Can she find her mother before Malachi finds out she is the key to the Dreamer he’s been seeking for years? Or will she find her whole life has been a lie?

Malachi Walker is a Dream Catcher who has been hunting Dreamers for the past seven years. Particularly the Dreamer that killed his best friend. When he saves Somiar Ayers from a Dreamer, he can’t believe his luck. If he can keep her alive, he can catch the one Dreamer that has haunted him most of his adult life. But as the past descends on them, and webs of deceit are untangled, he starts to wonder. Who will save him from her?

"No questions. This is my dream and I want things my way.” His hand slid up her arm to her shoulder and unhooked the diamond and pearl clasp holding her sarong closed.
Somiar caught the soft material before it could fall, using it to shield the front of her body from his heated gaze. She shivered slightly, but the warm tropical breeze brushing across her bare ass had nothing to do with it. Or dear Lord, he thought he was dreaming. But he was a Catcher. He shouldn’t be here. Even if he were half Dreamer he wouldn’t be able to project. Her blood ran cold as she remembered her last thought. She wanted him here with her. With a jolt she realized he didn’t project, she pulled him in. He was here because of her. Oh great, she was in a real life version of “Nightmare on Elm Street.”
She needed to study that damned book and find out exactly what she was capable of. Stumbling on her abilities was turning out to be more than a little annoying. He would think she did this on purpose. Trying to ignore her pounding heart, she turned her head when he tried to kiss her again. She had to stop him. “Malachi, listen to me. This isn’t…”
He cut her off with his mouth on hers. There was nothing tender about this kiss. It was full of passion and fire. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting and exploring. He plunged his fingers in her hair and gently tugged her head back to run his lips and tongue down her neck. Wrapping his fingers around her slim hands still full of the silk that hid her body, he nudged them down to her waist. When his lips closed around her nipple Somiar inhaled sharply.
She thought her legs would buckle under her but Malachi held her steady in his arms. The feel of her body entangled with his consumed her. All thoughts of warning him flew from her mind. The primitive part of her took over. She wanted to take him. And she wanted to take him slowly.
With a deep inhale, she pulled away from him, letting the sarong slide through her fingers, forming a shimmering white pool at her feet. When he reached for her, she stepped back. “No.” The word almost sounded like a hiss.
“Have you ever let a woman take charge, Malachi?” Somiar smiled when he shook his head. “Let me. Let me have this night my way. You won’t regret it.” She moved in close, not letting their bodies touch, and ran a finger down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. “Let me take what I want.”

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A dreamer. That's how I would describe myself. Come to think of it, that's how most people would describe me. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with paranormal romances. I live in Atlanta, Ga, with the man of my dreams. We met in Korea while serving in the armed forces and after a two month courtship, got married. We've been together 21 years.

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