For the first time in history Sin needs saving, but she doesn’t know it yet.
What Sinatra Neeley knows is she wants it all—fancy car, huge bank account, platinum card—and a handsome man to give it to her. But love? It’s not for Sinatra. She tried that years ago with Jake Carter, a struggling archeology student. Love doesn’t put food on the table or a roof over your head.
Amun Rassoul, a man possessed by an ancient deity, will give Sinatra all she desires. He’ll cherish her and shower her with wealth. But first, she has to become a vessel for the Underworld and then Amun will make her his queen.
Jake, now working on his doctorate, offers Sinatra an uncertain future while Amun, the man from the past, can give her the world—endless sex with a seat on an ancestral throne.
But only one man possesses her heart. Can Jake deliver Sin before she gets stuck in the Underworld?
I like my romance the way I like my coffee…dark! But I also like throwing in a twist and tossing in a little suspense and adventure for good measure.
My characters are far from perfect. Some of them have flaws so large that they’re really obstacles. But somehow, those who love them find a way to deal with each and every quirk.
Writing is the ultimate game of let's pretend. Remember donning your mother's cast off clothing and playing dress-up? Maybe you lined up your dolls and stuffed toys for a session of school. Or maybe it was little toy soldiers fighting through the carpeted jungle. Whatever it was, you played some form of let's pretend as a kid. When we become adults, we're supposed to put away the toys. Writing Delivering Sin was my chance to pull out the toys (no pun intended). I have never wanted to be a cover model or an Egyptian goddess, but it was so much fun imagining what that could be like.
Once outside I lean against the building. I wasn’t always this way. Too many hard knocks will change a person. Or maybe it’s just my desperation unleashing my ugly side. To be honest, I have no issue with his sexuality. I’m fucking happy for him. It’s hard (pun intended) to find someone to spend your life with regardless of your preference. When I get home, I’ll remember to drink a toast in their damned honor.