A Mage. A Monster. A Mission. And a Melody That Binds.
In a world blind to magic...
As magical and mundane worlds retwine, empath and unawakened Mage Clea Reese, must team up with the secretive and powerful James Larrimer to hunt her mentor’s killer and stop the forces of corruption from obtaining the elusive Chest of Bone, the ultimate source of otherworldly power.
Larrimer is a predator who stalks endangered-animal traders. Or so it appears.
None are prepared for the fusion of Clea's and Larrimer's song, a wild resonance which can bind one to the other.
Powerful forces align against them, and only Clea, the singular Key, and Larrimer stand between these malignant entities and their ruthless quest.
"The word 'former' sucks. Former friend. Former lover. Former astronaut. Former anything implies that the past was better than the now.
I don't believe that. All you have is now, and maybe a few tomorrows...if you're lucky." —Clea Reese, Chapter 1, Chest of Bone
Chest of Bone is a mystery wrapped in fantasy suspense, with a healthy dose of romance thrown in.
Much like Nalini Singh and Ilona Andrews, Patricia Briggs and Grace Draven—authors she adores—Vicki is passionate about the stories she tells, the worlds she builds, and the characters she draws.
THE DEAD STONE is out. Whooee! After BODY PARTS, homicide counselor Tally Whyte is pretty burned out. She travels from Boston to her former home town in Maine...
Great fantasy relationships—oh, how I swoon over them. Adam and Eve didn't make the cut, but Pern sure did, along with many more. Bottom line—these couples sizzle.
Jeffe Kennedy's Jepp, star of The Edge of the Blade, is one of the most kickass protagonists I've ever read. She's also one of my favorites
It’s been a while since I’ve read an historical romance. Parris Afton Bonds’ THE CALLING OF THE CLAN: Book II pulled me right back into the genre with her lyrical writing, astonishing setting, and vibrant characters. "Her almost inaudible sigh was the lonely wind on the many dark nights he had lain alone." Oh, how I loved that line
Pictures tell stories. Do you tell stories with them? While I speak most of my tales via words, I love taking photos. Figured what's a blog for. Right?
Twelve Years Ago...
My first solo signing for Body Parts, my debut novel. My hand clenches the curtain.
“I can’t do this,” I say to Bill.
He smiles that slow, easy smile of his. His eyes are warm, assured. “Sure you can.”
“No, I can’t.”
“How come?” he says.