Shifting Fates Part IV now available on Amazon! $0.99 for a limited time only.

The wait is finally over.  Part IV of Shifting Fates by NYT bestselling author Aubrey Rose and Nadia Simonenko (that’s meee!) is finally here!

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A mission to save his new family… and a chance to avenge his brother…

The military has kidnapped Kit and the twins to use for medical research, and Cage and Bindi are desperate. There’s no way past the armory’s spotlights and guard towers, and armed guards patrol the wall day and night. Even if they could get in, how could they possibly get all the children out again? 

They need to break into the armory, and they need help from Nim and Emma to do it. Can they really trust the shifter who betrayed them in the first place, though? Will Emma betray Bindi, jealous of her connection to Cage? 

The children’s lives hang in the balance… 

New release on Amazon — Shifting Fates Book III! $0.99 until Friday!

Hi everyone!

I just wanted to let you all know that the third book of my collaboration project with Aubrey Rose is live on Amazon!  Shifting Fates: Betrayal is $0.99 for a limited time only, so grab it while it’s hot!

I really like this one (and Book IV is shaping up to be awesome, too), so I hope you all love it!!  Click the cover to see all the details on Amazon.


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From New York Times bestselling author Aubrey Rose and Nadia Simonenko comes a darkly erotic shifter romance series that will thrill you like never before. 

A soldier sent to destroy all shifters… including the woman he loves…

Cage is on a suicide mission he no longer believes in. The connection he feels with Bindi draws him farther away from the military. Treason is unthinkable, but so are the crimes of the Lazaretto containment military… 

Bindi’s passion toward Cage is tested when his men invade the tunnels she lives in. And when someone she trusts with all her heart betrays her, hell breaks loose. Now she risks losing the children whose very lives depend on her. What will she do – what can she do – to keep her family together? 

*** a Shifter Romance Series that will pull at your heartstrings *** 


The third tunnel explodes only blocks away, and before I can melt through the cold betrayal chilling my nerves and find anything to say, the Major turns away. 

“Delta, advance! Kill every last shifter down there!” he cries out, his voice filled with hate and bloodlust. The Deltas shout in unison and race down the stairs, dragging me numbly along in their wake. 

“Good luck, Cage!” the Major’s triumphant voice floats after me as I stumble down into the darkness of the tunnels. 

Shifters didn’t kill Ben at all. They may have put the final nail in his coffin, but the Major bought and paid for it. 

And now I’m going to die the same way he did. 


Warning: This is a sexually explicit shifter erotic romance! For mature audiences only! 

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From New York Times bestselling author Aubrey Rose and Nadia Simonenko comes a thrilling new shifter romance series: Shifting Fates.

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What happens when a soldier falls in love with the shifter he’s been sent to kill?

In post-nuclear Manhattan, there are two kinds of survivors: humans and shifters.


After his older brother Ben was killed by shifters, Cage followed in Ben’s footsteps and joined the military. His job is simple: protect the surviving civilians in the wreckage of Manhattan and put down the dangerous shifter mutants prowling the streets. Bitter with revenge, he can’t wait for a chance to get even with the monsters who killed his brother.


Half-wolf, half-human Bindi is one of Cage’s monsters. She lives underground, hiding away from military patrols and protecting the ragtag pack of shifter children who have come to depend on her. She’d do anything to get out of the city and get her pack to safety, but nobody gets in – or out – of this city.

On Christmas Eve, Cage catches Bindi – in human form – stealing extra rations for her pack. In a moment of pity he lets her go, but not without being struck by a sense that there’s something special about her. Something… different.

*** a Shifter Romance Series that will pull at your heartstrings ***

When he finally discovers her secret, Cage must decide what’s more important to him – finally avenging his brother, or saving the woman he’s come to love. And Bindi will learn a lesson about humanity…and about love.

Sneak Peek of “Shifting Fates”

Here’s a sneak peek at the opening chapter of the new series Shifting Fates I’m writing with co-author Aubrey Rose, coming out April 15th…


Chapter One – Bindi

It’s Christmas Eve and there are too many people in Times Square for my taste. Too many humans.

Most nights, the streets in lower Manhattan empty out and the monsters come prowling: genetically mutated near-animals who scour the alleys for trash or food. They leave their deformed tracks in the radioactive ash coating the sidewalks of Lexington. They scavenge dumpsters. They lunge, territorial. They slouch toward nothing.

But tonight, the still-human survivors swarm the streets instead. Bright and sparkling, Times Square makes the world look almost like New York City before the war. At least, that’s how I remember it from when I was a little girl. The military has turned on the lights for an extra hour.

To celebrate. That’s what they said over the loudspeakers.

My right hand is on the knife inside my coat pocket as I move through the crowds of men and women, my small fingers clenched white around the handle. I have a doll for Kit stuffed into my hidden pouch along with the rations packages I’ve already stolen, and I’m having trouble keeping all of them balanced inside.

Another guard crosses the street. The huge store windows are empty now, and I press myself back, turning my face towards the window and pretending to fix the hood over my hair in the reflection of the glass as the sentry guard passes.

My long dark hair is wound tightly back into a braid, partially covered by the ragged burlap hood of my coat. I blink and cannot tear my gaze away from the bright irises of my eyes in the light.

Green and blue like the waves in the bay, my dad used to say. I tilt my head and I am squinting into the light but I don’t care. Tears fill my eyes and I smile. My eyes are shining green now, then blue in the harsh fluorescent light, and because of the brightness my pupils are nearly invisible in the reflection.

That is how I like to imagine myself—blind, with no eyes anymore, just color.

In the darkness where I live now, everyone’s pupils have taken over the color that their eyes used to be. Predators in the light are majestic, their eyes tawny as a lion’s, or bright green as a snake’s. But only grubs live underground, and those who prey on grubs. Sewer rats have black eyes. So do we.

My eyes are rimmed red from the tears, and I breathe out through a clenched jaw as the reflection of the sentry passes behind me. He glances at me, and I am certain that he notices that my arms are hooded, my outdated identification badge obscured. I choke on my fear as his gaze sweeps me over.

I know what he sees. Small female. A limp. A cane. No threat. Still, my thumb rubs circles of worry into the knife’s handle.

Then he is around the corner and gone, and I’m safe.

My other hand swings the metal rod that I use as a cane, and I dart another glance to the mirrored glass. I bend over farther to look like an older woman, hoping that my small stature will hide me in the crowd. I let my left foot drag slightly as though I, too, have the radiation sickness that makes all the men and women here weak in their limbs. But I’m not weak. No, I’m stronger than all of them.

I am one of the monsters.

The city blocks are lit harshly with bright fluorescent tubes that stretch out over my head, as though cautioning me not to look upward, toward the stars. Even with my head down, I am unused to the brightness, and when I squint I hope that the normal people around me don’t notice.

My breath is a white cloud in front of me as I cross the street and begin to limp alongside the food distribution line. There are more people here today than I’ve ever seen before, all hoping for extra rations at the end of the line. My eyes search for an easy target.

There is an old man twenty feet ahead of me, his bag already bulging. He must have been through the bread distribution once before, maybe twice. His nose is so close to the glass that his breath turns the surface of the window white and cloudy. Inside of the distribution centers, the frozen bags of food pulse forward on metal conveyor belts. Soldiers watch the packages, guns at their side.

As I pass by, my foot seems to catch on the sidewalk and I stumble sideways. My cane clatters on the sidewalk and I fake a fall against the old man, clutching his coat.

“Ah!” I cry out as if in pain while my hidden hand sweeps the knife out and slices into his bag. My fingers have already plucked out a small package of rations by the time the man helps me up.

“Are you alright, miss?” he asks. There is a note of genuine sympathy in his voice that gives me the smallest twinge of guilt.

“I’m fine,” I say, tucking the ration package safely and securely into the depths of my coat pocket while I use his arm to balance myself. “Just a crack in the sidewalk, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine, really, I’m fine.” I hurry away and around the corner, hoping not to be recognized by any of the soldiers patrolling the food distribution. I’ve come here too many times, made too many small disturbances to not be noticed eventually. The others are waiting, though, and I cannot come back empty-handed.

Only two more blocks and I’ll be at one of the entrances. My feet begin to hurry of their own accord, and when I round the corner I am moving too fast to avoid the tall patrol guard coming around the other way.


We crash into each other and I fall. Stupid, stupid! I have so much momentum that I can’t right myself without lunging out to catch the guard’s arm.

Big mistake. He catches my hip with his other hand and I feel the hidden pouch inside of my robe begin to shift upward. His hand is pressing against the fabric of the pouch, upending the contents. They’ll fall out, unless—

“This isn’t your day, huh?” he says. I lean into his hand, trying to balance the rations packages so that they don’t tumble from the pouch. I can’t lean any farther in; I’m nearly pressed against him at this point.

“Hey,” the guard says. I look up into his eyes, light brown and concerned, and a shock runs through my chest. It hits me so hard that I can’t help but jerk my arm up to ward him off. My hand hits the pouch. The pouch turns upside down.

Three rations packages go scattering on the icy sidewalk, along with the small doll I stole for Kit.

I’ve never done anything so clumsy. I am not clumsy. I have instincts that any human would kill for. And yet here I stand, utterly frozen, astounded at how badly I’ve messed this up. Kit’s face flashes in my mind: her bright red hair, how I thought the doll would match it perfectly.

Stupid. My fingers reach out for the packages, but they are already exposed. The guard grabs my arm.

The guard takes a step back, still holding my arm with one hand as he looks down at the packages. He is vulnerable, his body open.

There. It’s time. He knows. Break his arm first, take his gun, kill him, and run.

The thoughts run through my mind, a carefully planned scenario that I’ve never had to actually act out. My pulse quickens, my skin tight over my limbs. I’m ready to shift into my wolf form if I need to.

Looking up at him, though, I can’t bring myself to raise my arm, to snap his elbow. Instead I pull back and break his hold with a twist of my arm, leaping away from him and bending to snatch my cane up from the ground. I am crouched, ready to run, when I look up and see his eyes.

They’re light brown, flecked with gold, and even in the dim light they shimmer and glow. Something in them draws me close, makes me want to go back to him, to lean forward and see who he is, who he really is, under the soldier’s uniform. His face is mesmerizing, and I breathe quickly, trying to will myself into action. Kill or be killed. Kill or be killed. He’s huge, and I am losing the element of surprise with each second I wait.

Huge. Strong. His shoulders are broad and heavy, and I can’t keep my eyes from wandering over his defined muscles, can’t stop imagining how his hand would feel if it moved over my hips, my body. In this instant, I can feel my pulse hammering against the insides of my wrists, against my temples. I can feel my skin flush with a desire that I’ve never before known. It’s something so fierce and instinctive that it rattles me to the core.

He looks down at the rations packages on the ground. He kneels down to the sidewalk and picks up Kit’s doll. He hands it to me and turns away. Then turns back to face me.

I don’t know what I am thinking. I should kill him. I should have already killed him. I’m giving him too much time to think, to form a plan of attack. I need to be gone. Gone! Out of this light

He reaches into his pocket, and I try to swallow but my throat is clenched tight. Every muscle of mine is vibrating with tension and, as much as I hate to admit it, repressed desire. My claws are beginning to emerge from my bones, twisting against my skin. I struggle to keep them retracted. Why? Why not kill him?

The guard pulls out a square of foil-wrapped chocolate and holds it out to me. I can smell it even through the cold air. My mind is suspicious. My stomach growls.

My fingers reach out and take the gift and as I take the chocolate my fingertips brush his hand.

Again I feel something pass between us. Without thinking about it, I am being pulled in by his eyes. There’s a softness in his face that belies his appearance, his soldier’s uniform, his gun. There’s a tenderness in his gaze that sweeps over me, evaluating, and as he watches me I know without a trace of doubt that he desires me, too. If I were human, I would be overjoyed. As it is, I’m terrified at the dizzy feeling that I get at his touch.

I breathe in to try and get some oxygen, to relieve the dizziness in my mind, but I can only smell him. Sweat and soap, a soldier’s scent. And more than that, a masculine musk of something secret, something hiding underneath his skin…

“I didn’t see nothing,” he says. His voice is low but not threatening, and something—instinct? desire?—tells me to hold still, not to attack. It makes no sense. He knows my face. But I don’t strike out at him with a killing blow. I wait.

He shakes his head slightly, his light hair reflecting the glow from above. I want to reach out and touch his face, touch his hair. But he is already pulling away.

“Merry Christmas.”

He walks away quickly and is already around the corner before I can speak. I don’t know what I would say to him, even if I hadn’t choked. Thank you, maybe? Glad I didn’t have to kill you?

No… I would’ve told him Merry Christmas.

Tomorrow is Christmas. I shovel the rations back into the pouch along with Kit’s doll and dart back down the alleyway. I lift the sewer grating and swing down into the darkness, my feet finding purchase on the damp ladder.

Above me I pull the grate back, and with a loud clang it settles into its grooves. As if by my signal, the lights go out overhead, and the city falls into the same darkness I know every day. I can see the stars now, pinpoints of light in the thin black slice of sky looming over the tops of the brownstones. The soldier is up there, somewhere, maybe watching the stars like I am.

If I were human… I shake my head. Silly to think like that. There’s nothing above ground for me except food to steal and soldiers to hide from. I climb down slowly into the dark tunnel that will be my home forever, until I can escape this godforsaken city.

Tomorrow is Christmas. It’s also my birthday. A wry smile curves into my cheek.

I’ll celebrate being alive.

Coming April 15th: Shifting Fates

I’ve been a little quiet lately, but that’s because I’ve been writing something AWESOME with my friend and co-author, Aubrey Rose.  On April 15th, we’ll be debuting Shifting Fates, an urban fantasy paranormal romance series that we co-wrote together!  Aubrey is absolutely amazing to work with and her books are phenomenal, so I highly recommend her to anyone who likes new adult romance or shifters.

If you haven’t read any of her books, subscribe to her newsletter to get an instant, free copy of her shifter romance, Blind Wolf.  Grab it now, here!

Shifting Fates is the story of a romance between two very unlikely people thrown together…

What happens when a soldier falls in love with the shifter he’s been sent to kill?

In post-nuclear Manhattan, there are two kinds of survivors: humans and shifters.


Cage joined the military after his older brother was killed by shifters. His job: to protect the survivors and put down any shifter mutants he can find. Bitter with revenge, he can’t wait to kill all of the monsters prowling the city streets.


Bindi is one of the monsters. Half-wolf, half-human, she lives underground, avoiding military patrols and protecting a ragtag group of shifter children that have come to depend on her.

On Christmas Eve, Cage catches Bindi –in human form – stealing extra rations. In a moment of pity he lets her go, but not without being struck by a sense that there’s something special about her. Something… different….


Now, giving you all a heads-up here:  This is a series, not a standalone novel.  If you’d rather wait and read them all at once, I totally understand.  We’ll send out newsletters when the boxed set comes out, but it’s a few months off.  =)

If you’ve subscribed to my mailing list, we’ll have a sneak peek of the entire first chapter of Shifting Fates going out Monday night!  If you’re not on my mailing list… well, you’re missing out and making my puppy sad, too. Click here to sign up!

Happy reading!!

Chasing Wishes is now live! $0.99 for a limited time only!

Chasing Wishes is now released!

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Many months later than I intended, it’s finally time to let Chasing Wishes out of its cage and let it fly on its own. 🙂   It’s going to be $0.99 for a limited time only, so grab it while it’s hot. =)

I’ll sit here and anxiously bite my nails while you all read. I hope you enjoy the story!

First pre-release review of Chasing Wishes is in!

The first review for Chasing Wishes is in from author Helena Newbury, known for her Fenbrook Academy series, featuring bestseller Dance With Me,  Click here to see the review on Goodreads, or just read it below.

From NYT Bestselling Author Helena Newbury…  five stars!


I was a huge fan of Nadia Simonenko’s Lost and Found: The Complete Series, so when she offered to let me read a preview copy of Chasing Wishes, I was all over it.

This is very different to Lost & Found. I loved those books, but they were very, very dark–great reads, but emotionally exhausting. This has moments of real pain too, but it’s balanced with more humor and escapism. All three are great books, but in my opinion Chasing Wishes is her strongest so far.

Racism rears its head several times in the book and I don’t think I’ve ever hated a group of bad guys more than Nina’s classmates. Seriously. You will know true hate. The heroine is tough and funny with the strength to do things her own way and follow her dreams. I spent large chunks of the book just wanting to give her a huge hug, which is exactly as it should be. The hero is…wow. Terrence is seriously dishy and Nadia writes the unique aspects of his character (I don’t want to spoil anything) very, very well.

There’s a fairy tale element running through this book. If you like things like serendipity, mistaken identity and so on, you’ll love this. Nadia adds enough grit and texture that it’s fairly easy to suspend disbelief and get caught up in the action. The book really flows, with good pacy plotting and I like the fact it’s self contained rather than set up for a sequel.

Oh! The love scenes: absolutely smokin’ hot!

My summary: Wishes CAN come true! A heroine you really root for shows a seriously hot hero the world he can’t see. Sexy, gritty, dreamy and all-round fantastic!

Coming January 30th: Chasing Wishes

Sorry for the extended downtime.  My website was hacked repeatedly for a period of about a week until I finally figured out what exploit was being used and closed the security gap.  I’ve been busy finishing off Chasing Wishes, but it’s not quite ready for release yet.  Soon, though — I promise!  Also, I haven’t forgotten my commitment to provide ARC copies.  Almost there. 🙂

So, for now…  let’s get a new website up and a new version of the blurb!

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“I wish I didn’t have to go home. I wish I was someone else—someone with a future…”

For sixteen-year-old Nina Torres, it feels as if life is nothing but a dead end. Despised by her rich classmates and afraid that she’ll become just like her drug-addicted mother, Nina’s future seems to get dimmer every day.

There is one bright spot in her life though…

Sitting beside her one night, the only person in the world who cares about her makes a promise. No matter what happens—no matter how much Isaac’s wealthy family disapproves—he and his girlfriend Nina will be together forever.

Fate plays a cruel trick on Nina, though, and a visit from Child Protective Services the next morning turns Nina Torres into Irene Hartley, a woman with a future but who will never see her beloved Isaac again.

Nine years later, a blind and incredibly handsome young entrepreneur hires Irene to be his personal assistant. Terrence Radcliffe reminds her so much of Isaac that she can hardly believe her eyes, and she’s falling for him fast. Irene knows that fairy tales don’t come true, but she allows herself one last wish. She wishes that she could finally say goodbye to Isaac and let herself take a chance on Terrence.

What she doesn’t know is that Terrence is also searching for someone: a shooting star who streaked through his life nine years ago, and he won’t give up until he finds her…

Chasing Wishes is a powerful contemporary tale of lost love and wishes come true, recommended for ages 17+ due to adult content.