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Hands off my fancy, you’re not weird enough.
Okay, maybe you are. We’ll talk.
Have I mentioned I write books?
Welcome to my website, my home for book news, updates, reviews, blogging, and whatever random weirdness that might tickle my fancy.
Hands off my fancy, you’re not weird enough.
Okay, maybe you are. We’ll talk.
Sirren Rossi was born during a thunderstorm in July of 1985. According to her mother, this was an omen of things to come.
Writing and telling stories has always come naturally and she’s been doing it all her life, but only recently has she found the courage to publish any of them in book form.
She currently lives in a secret, undisclosed location in the Pacific Northwest with her hetero-life-partner as well as three cats, a dog, and a boa constrictor. So far no one has died.
Sirren is proud to this day of four facts in her life – she’s never been arrested, she’s never posed nude for money, she’s never dated outside of her species, and she’s never cosplayed as an elf at a Ren Fair (at least three of which aren’t true).
In the punishing Al’droghar Desert, a wealthy merchant’s caravan makes its way across scorching and perilous sands, carrying a bounty of exotic trade goods to be sold at a distant market. The convoy also carries Shian, the merchant’s stunning but spoiled daughter, who passes the sweltering hours using her servants for pleasure and entertainment.
That is, until the wily desert guides that Shian’s father hired to conduct this procession over the dunes of the ‘Great Furnace’ turn on those they promised to protect — killing guards, stealing the caravan’s bounty, and kidnapping Shian to ransom back to her father.
Now, Shian must use her wit and wiles in equal measure to escape her captors, fierce desert natives willing to hunt her across the grueling, arid wilderness that is Al’droghar.
But what chance does a pampered brat have at surviving the brutal challenges of the dunes, especially alone, on foot, and naked? None, until Shian encounters the handsome and mysterious desert traveler who saves her life and sparks her desire.
Will he claim her heart before the traitorous brigands can claim her freedom?
It is the 24th century. Deep in unexplored space lays the uncharted star system GS-104. The Terran Alliance starship ‘Lightning’ – a long range scout vessel – is tasked with surveying this far-flung system for potential colonization. The ‘Lightning’s’ Chief Intelligence Officer – Commander Scirocco Piers – part spy, part officer, and part sex therapist – expects another routine mission.
What she does not expect is that the Lightning will encounter an alien ship from a rival galactic empire – and that the ship will break a long-standing treaty and attack – stealing secrets vital to Terran security across known space.
Now, Scirocco is called upon to use her many and varied skills to attempt to retrieve the stolen secrets and prevent the enemy from getting away with them and putting the whole of the Terran Alliance at risk – all without starting a war.
But with her captain dead and her plans falling apart, Scirocco is faced with challenge after challenge – on the alien ship, on her own ship’s bridge, and in bed – forced to test all her skills with the fate of two empires hanging in the balance.
Can she find it in her heart to be what she must be and do what must be done?
Doctor, NO!
‘A Belladonna Drake mystery.’
‘Drake’s Blood, Book I’
Winter has come early to Seattle, and amidst the icy grips of an October snowfall a young woman goes missing. The police are baffled and her parents are distraught.
In a desperate bid they turn to Belladonna Drake – a reclusive and antisocial skip-tracer with a reputation for finding those that cannot be found.
But as Belladonna unravels one mystery only to reveal an even deeper one, she begins to learn things about the case, the world, and herself that she may just wish she’d left uncovered.
In this modern age, a great deal of hooplah is made over the idea of ‘gamifying’ work, exercise, or tasks we need to do. Yet it rarely works as well as the experts would argue, and only certain people seem to be able to make it work at all, let alone long term. I don’t …
I The elephant litter swayed like the belt of a drunken lowtown dancing girl, pitching and rolling with every lumbering step of the great beast below it. The girl on the low divan at the expansive litter’s shaded center closed her eyes and tried to imagine the motion was caused by the pitching deck of …
“I have claimed that Escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of scorn or pity with which ‘Escape’ is now so often used. Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he …
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