Cover Reveal: Under the Sun

Jennifer West lives a vibrant life, taking risks in her personal life…one man at a time. On her quest to find Mr. Right, she meets Jake Donavan. A man with some serious sex appeal. Yet he falls under the Mr. Wrong category. He’s an ex-black ops agent, working head of security for S-Tec. Jennifer’s mugging sends up a red flag, and Donavan works behind the scenes to discover her attacker. But there is something she doesn’t want him to discover, yet no secret can stay buried forever. As her stalker closes in, Donavan shows his gentle side—a man he hasn’t allowed himself to be in a long time.

Danger is rising and only one man may protect her…


Jennifer West strode down Main Street with her Penn State crew; girls she loved and trusted with her whole heart. Especially Brooke Stone. She eyed her best friend, loving how beautifully confident she appeared. Brooke needed this night to blow off steam. Life had thrown her friend a shit-ton of curveballs after losing her uncle to cancer and stuck with his debts.

But no more.

Tonight Jennifer and Brooke would shake off their hectic workweeks and have some much-needed fun.

Mike waited for her. He was about average height with wavy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. So lean, the guy could work a pair of jeans. They’d met after her decision to try skydiving; a feat she’d enjoyed. He’d been her instructor, and they’d hit it off. One drink. Two drinks. They’d ended up parting their zippers.

He met her and her girls at the door of her favorite bar, Looney’s. His squad of dudes swarmed the front entrance, looking all hot and magnificent. This would be a great night, full of fun and excitement.

She had faith.

Mike snatched her up in his arms, laying a hot kiss across her lips. Nope. He did nothing for her—like their night had been. Stale. Lifeless. Forgettable.

She knew deep down, she couldn’t continue this path of guys and too many nights. But she hated to think that her life would boil down to her own company in her high-rise apartment…alone. Yet she wasn’t game for more forgettable moments either.

Something had to change.

As her party people moved ahead of her, she lagged behind. Not that she minded. There was no reason to appear too eager.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jennifer saw him. The him she thought she’d never see again.


He is here?

Her lusty reaction flamed.

She chalked up her horn bee response to him as normal. He hit at least 6’4 of pure muscle—the kind that resembled The Rock, but hotter. His close cropped hair added to his sexy factor too. The pure chocolate sin of his eyes held a darkness beyond color, a mystery she’d never solved in their brief time together. He had a Roman nose with high cheekbones down to firm lips. He had a mouth that knew every inch of her too. They had hooked up. She wouldn’t think about him now. Maybe he’d leave if she ignored him.

She had to forget him and she’d make herself. Her brain was on board with that concept, but tell that to her heart. Giving herself a mental shake, she would turn the corner on his dark and dangerous vibe.

Donavan’s eyes narrowed and his firm, drive-me-wild lips were set in a firm line. He towered over her, making her feel all soft and feminine.

He is too close.

She hated that she cared.

He invaded her personal space, his hand enclosing her wrist. “I need to speak with you, Red.”

Jennifer jerked her arm away. “I have nothing to say to you,” she volleyed, taking a step forward, trying to escape him.

“What game are you playing at?” he growled. “I have something serious to say.”

He crowded her, as if he were trying to intimidate her. Her jaw hardened. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

She knew she was being bitchy, but he chose now to act as if he gave a crap? That he knew her? No, not happening. Butt hurt, she would not be. As far as she knew, he didn’t even know her name. That wasn’t grounds for an urgent conversation.

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Author Note: This story is a standalone. A part of Under the Sun crosses the timeline of Beneath Her Skin and some familiar characters make a reappearance.

Coming December 1st – Armed Judgement, Knights of the Imperial Elite (Book 3)

Armed Judgement, Knights of the Imperial Elite (Book 3)Armed Judgement

Coming December 1, 2015

In medieval England, during a time of political unrest, plots of treason turn deadly in the conclusion of a knight’s saga…

Rowan the McLeod is well known for his seductive conquests until the day he meets Lady Adara of HieLach from the borderlands. She is a woman of strength and a warrior in her own right. His fascination for her goes deeper than her healer skills or how she rides her massive beast of a horse. She embodies the one beauty he promises himself he will never succumb to—love and marriage.

Lady Adara’s life has been shaken, and she shoulders many responsibilities beyond a normal mistress. As the keeper of HieLach, her home is a refuge against an enemy known as the Gray Legion. She abides as guardian, a protector, and a healer, fortifying hopes and dreams with shelter, food, and safety. A secret keeps her bound in silence, yet the day her beloved knight goes missing, she must accept that she cannot handle everything herself.

Rowan alters Adara’s perception of happiness, showing her that life can be lived inside the shadows. As the Gray Legion vibrato abounds in a life-threatening ensemble, courage and love testify under the darkest threat and every choice is put on the line.

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Danger whispered through the air, foreshadowing death and blood.

Decimus knew he was outnumbered, judging by the retinue of knights circling him. By a glance, he assumed they were Gray Legion. They were not Scots from a quick observation of their mismatched armor.

As a seasoned warrior, he knew nothing could have prepared him for the trap so carefully laid out for him. The advancing group totaled forty to his five, a death wish should he chose to engage them. From their hostile expressions, they were not here to invite him for a round of ale, boisterous laughter, and tales of wenching.

A wave of sudden regret washed over him, his life a crushing blow. For the last twenty-five years, Decimus had served Lord Samuel of HieLach, a wealthy merchant.

During one of Lord Samuel’s travels, Decimus met the lord under attack. A group of renegades was out to steal the lord’s convoy, and the outlaws most likely would have killed the lord’s group had Decimus not intervened. Lord Samuel had been highly impressed with the warrior’s abilities, offering a position at HieLach. Decimus had been uncertain if such a post was what he wanted, enjoying the comfort of nomadic knighthood, but he went to HieLach to see what prospect the lord so generously proposed.

Time could not erase the joys, the rewards, or the love he gained at HieLach these many years—a proud vocation full of honor and valor. His heart was forever changed the day Lady Adara had been born and with her, a sentimental calling—a heart’s daughter to his warrior’s soul. She was not his daughter by birth or blood, but she echoed a wish for a family. A desire Decimus had held so dear within himself, yet never gave a priority.

Lord Samuel had entrusted his only daughter to Decimus for guidance and training, unlike any other woman in all of England. The knight would do anything for the safety of his lady, even give his own life for the woman who held justice in the palm of her hand and kindness in her heart without fail. He needed the purpose HieLach gave to him as much as he needed the family that he had been given through his position. To his lost soul, he found life within the uncertain lands and with it—undying devotion.

Decimus sat upon his warhorse in full armor, clenching the reins of his horse between his fists. His coppery brown hair, streaked with gray, hung to his shoulders in messy waves. His eyes calculated the despairing odds stacked against him—he may die. But he knew in his heart of hearts he would be forevermore a knight of HieLach—even to death.

He drew his broadsword, eyeing the knight that came forward, stopping a few feet from him. “I will not give in easily,” Decimus said without a trace of fear.

The man smiled, but not with amusement, touching his sword to his helm in acknowledgement. “Indeed, that would defeat the purpose of an attack, would it not? But you are outnumbered, Decimus. Should you like to concede, I would happily take you prisoner.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Not likely.”

The knight laughed. “Then, let the games begin!” he exclaimed, swinging his broadsword with a hard ring.

“With pleasure,” he returned, battling with fierce pride. The ratio by which he wagered was but a failed attempt at success.

Within minutes, the mighty warrior of HieLach Keep was overpowered and made a prisoner to the captain of the Gray Legion army.

Only God could save him now.

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Story Tags: Medieval Romance; novella

Coming soon: The Atonement, Knights of the Imperial Elite (Book 2)


The Atonement, Knights of the Imperial Elite (Book 2)

Degraded and abased beyond redemption, Colin the Loyal trades his sanity, his brother, and his dignity for a shameful vendetta, demeaning his character until he is emptiness revered.

Ryrie McCabe of the clan McLeod, a woman of Colin’s past he never thought to see again, looks beyond his meaningless life. She gives him a reason to believe in redemption.

When the Gray Legion tips the scale of treachery, Colin is ready to martyr his soul for her and never—ever regret it.


“She is a pretty one, James. My compliments on snatching a fine piece of tail.”

Ryrie gasped, pulling roughly against the arms of a large man with long stringy brown hair. He smelled of horses, sweat, and rotten eggs. She pummeled his chest, but her attempts were ineffective as he captured her wrists.

“Let me go!” She continued to push at his biting grip, his clasp burning against her skin as he twisted his filthy hands hard to hold her in place.

The other man leaned forward, blowing his putrid breath down into her face. “Aye, Sven. Let’s take her somewhere.” His eyes searched his surroundings, and then back to her. “Come on, pretty, you will like us,” said the one called James.

The other knight pulled Ryrie, but she struggled and he caught her up by the waist, ignoring her attempt at escape. “Let me go, you cur! My brother will kill you!” The two men only laughed harder.

“Sven, do see anyone?” James asked, looking around. “You are out of luck, pretty. And besides, we are skillful enough to take on anyone,” he boasted.

“Let her go.”

Ryrie and the two men whipped around to see a tall knight with long blond hair, glaring at them. He stared them down with his cool blue eyes, his sword drawn, as if ready to give death.

It took Ryrie all of one second to recognize her savior. Colin. She hadn’t seen him in years, but she would know him anywhere. He was… unforgettable. Though her young girl infatuation had muddled her brain seven years ago, she could never forget him. He looked so different than she remembered. He was taller, leaner with long blond hair past his shoulders, his face clean-shaven. Colin wore sleeveless leather armor, exposing his muscular arms with metal gauntlets at his wrist and leather pants. He carried one sword, but two more were strapped at his back, their hilts evident at either side of his shoulder blades.

“Who are you?” James sneered hotly, apparently unimpressed by the newcomer.

“Go find your own wench. She is ours!” Sven piped up.

Colin snorted. “Wench? Your definition is astounding. I am someone that knows how to protect the honor of a lady, and if I were you, I would not manhandle the sister of Lord Darrius. I am sure he would not be so—forgiving should irreparable harm come to her,” he said, his gaze swept over Ryrie. He watched her with unflinching eyes as he inched forward. “Release her.”

–Copyright Beth Mikell 2015

Story Tags: Medieval Romance

*Subject to change prior to publishing. Still undergoing final editing.