Sheryl Nantus
Sheryl Nantus was born in Montreal, Canada and grew up in Toronto, Canada. She met Martin Nantus through the online fanfiction community in 1993 and moved to the United States in 2000.In 2011 she won two Second-Place Prism Awards from the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA. In 2013...
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Sheryl Nantus was born in Montreal, Canada and grew up in Toronto, Canada. She met Martin Nantus through the online fanfiction community in 1993 and moved to the United States in 2000.In 2011 she won two Second-Place Prism Awards from the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA. In 2013 she won a Third-Place Prism Award for the first book of her paranormal series, "Blood of the Pride"
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Jennifer discovers that a man who terrorized the clinic where she worked has been paroled. She is afraid and Nathan, her client, can tell something is wrong. Because she trusts him, she tells him. He will protect her because he is a cop but also because he has come to love her as his Domme. Trouble ...
Special Agent Trace Dyson races around the world, retrieving priceless artifacts from criminals. But his one dream is to recover a spear, stolen from The Valkyrie's Tomb. It's his family's White Whale, his father and grandfather's unfulfilled mission—and when he sees a beautiful and mysterious woman...
He is a stone cold killer who cares only about his military brothers and doing what’s right. Dylan McCourt is used to giving orders and has zero patience for bullshit, making people tremble when they look him in the eye. But Jessie Lyon just juts her chin and says to hell with his rules, she’s not l...
He races around the world, retrieving priceless artifacts from criminals, but Special Agent Trace Dyson’s dream is to recover a spear that was stolen from The Valkyrie’s Tomb. He sees a woman steal a bracelet from the tomb’s exhibit and he’s intrigued, so before he takes her to jail, he has a few qu...
Dylan Mccourt was in his office high above the dance floor of the Las vegas nightclub- The Devil’s Playground. The club was filled to capacity. The one way glass and the scenic view gave him a chance to catch trouble before the men of the floor could see it. Than he saw a businessman grab one of the...
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