Finally!

It's done! Woo-hoo! 

Life threw several bends and bumps last year, which took priority over other things, like writing, and I missed my usual publication date. It took me a year and a half to finish the last book in my Lions and Lambs series. 

It is a bitter-sweet moment, time to say goodbye to characters I have spent years telling their stories. But to go on would mean repetition. 

Lions, Devils, and Lambs

They’re back.  The cult and their demon god. The sociopathic hit man. 

The criminally insane uncle. 

In this fifth and final installment of the Lion and Lamb series, bizarre phenomena and horrific crimes draw eighteen-year-old Rachael Daniels into another battle between good and evil. This time it’s even harder to determine who she can trust.

Who are the mysterious Watchers? Are they protectors or part of the cult?

The new youth pastor, Gabriel Guerrero, and his mysterious associate, Michael Blair, are hiding something.

Hundreds of lives depend on Rachael uncovering the truth and stopping the cult’s attacks. Will God step in with another miracle, or is this the one occasion evil will appear to win?

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So what's next? A new genre, one I'm excited about, and not too far a stretch from my series. I've already fallen in love with these new characters and I'm having fun telling their adventures. This is a lighter venue, a pleasant change from the dark themes of the series. 

Plighted

Plighted: to solemnly pledge one’s faith or loyalty; an unfortunate, difficult, or precarious situation.

For Ilona, a Numen trothed to Elgar, one of Immara’s elite guardsmen, it means all the above.

Upon their Assembly sanctioned union, she and Elgar are sent away from her beloved Immara, land of light, in search of Lirium, the utopia of peace and healing promised to all retiring Garridin. 

Beset with challenges, misfortunes, and dangers in every land they enter, Ilona wonders if this perfect land exists outside of Immara — or if it resides only in the broken and scarred soul of the man, she’s vowed to love. 

However, an overheard conversation indicates the high commander of the Garridin’s troth to a Numen as young as Ilona, and their immediate departure from Immara, might be for other reasons.

What fate are they running from — or toward? 

To an author, writing is the same as breathing. We can't stop doing either. 

As Maya Angelou said so eloquently, "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."