“Full-throttle urban paranormal sexy romance/thriller with a manly, alpha-male ensemble cast of vampires, angels, soul-stealers, and paramilitary men!” The Sexiest Man Alive. Xaine Capello lives a life of fast cars, loose women, and hard rock. For him, falling in love is a weekend gig, so when Lourdes Chase arrives on the scene with her big, blue eyes and clever mouth, it’s all this hot rock star can do to keep his lips—and fangs!— to himself. The girl with a dark past, and the voice of an angel. Lourdes Chase just wants answers, and she follows the trail all the way to the one place she knows she’ll find Scion. Determined to solve a year-old mystery that still haunts her, she takes a chance audition at the hottest immortal nightclub in Los Angeles, never expecting to run up against the bad-boy of her dreams. The killer who torments them both. Sparks fly and sex sells, rocketing the rock star pair to near-instant superstar status, but when little blond girls start turning up dead on his property, Xaine becomes the prime suspect. With Lourdes as his only alibi, he’s taking no chances, and as it becomes obvious that the murders are no coincidence, it’s up to Xaine and his newest opening act to catch the killer and clear his name before Lourdes becomes the next target. LOST ANGELES is a full-length novel of 100k+ words, complete with steamy hot situations, snarky vampires, and the worst guardian angel ever.

Rule Number One: Don’t get attached. Xaine might be the vampire that everyone recognizes by sight, but Trick St. John clawed his way out of the worst gutters of London to occupy the most prestigious piece of real estate in Beverly Hills. Another one of Roman Scipio’s progeny, he’s the bastard with the most to prove. On paper, his money comes from Big Pharma, medications he’s developed and marketed for the human population. But in the VIP suites of nightclubs like Scion—and the residence his working girls refer to as the McMansion—illicit street drugs like Tranq rake in just as much cash. It’s a luxe lifestyle, custom-tailored to his every whim, inherently dangerous, and deliberately devoid of romantic entanglements. But when a group of vampire revolutionaries called the Legacy start attacking his friends and trying to replicate his work, Trick can no longer afford to ignore the one person he’d most like to avoid. Rule Number Two: Don’t f-ck where you sleep. Dropped as a misguided birthday gift into the lap of Hollywood’s top dog, Tes Nicolae finds herself in the unenviable position of being Trick’s one-hit wonder. That first time might have been the only time, but it nets her a regular blood doll gig at the Friday Night parties, and Trick’s formidable shadow is the perfect place to hide. A red-gloved stranger has other ideas, though, stealing her away to a hotel suite where she learns there’s absolutely nothing for her on the other side of death: not heaven, not hell… Because those things were shattered eons ago, and she and Trick are just two more pieces of the celestial puzzle. Rule Number Three: Get the job done. Suddenly, it seems that every dark force in Los Angeles is in the market for Tes’s blood, and Trick’s the only thing standing between her and certain death. As the Devil tries to reconstruct Heaven and the Legacy seeks to bring humanity to heel, two street rats born centuries apart will have to break down the barriers between science and faith, human and immortal, the very essence of Light and Dark if they want to survive the coming dawn.