Leslie began her writing career as a stay-at-home-mom. Her life-long love for reading lead to reviewing books for Goodreads, Amazon and Jillian Dodd's Author Blog. Leslie is also the cofounder of The Indie Bookshelf, which hosts yearly author signings, primarily in the Dallas/FT Worth area.

When she is not writing, you will find her lunching with friends, sipping a cup of joe, binging on Netflix or working on a home DIY project.

Leslie lives in Texas with her husband, teenage son and daughter, and two very silly pugs. 

He lifted his eyes to me. I was instantly captivated. He was sheer beauty in his black, hooded cloak. Was he real or just my imagination? It didn't matter. I had to know the mysterious man shrouded in darkness...

Graveyard Watchman

I feel something firmly grasp my shoulder and whip around. Dominic is standing above me, eyes glittering dangerously and I look over to what looks like the remains of Zull in a lifeless, bloody heap. I glance back up; relieved he's in one piece but my focus remains laser sharp. I need to help this man. 


"Hurry!" I shout, "Do you have a crystal?"


"You cannot help him!" Dominic shouts, his tone heavy with anger.


"What? Yes I can!" I shout, scrambling to get the Fighter on his back but Dominic pulls me back around the waist.


"Why!" I scream, trying to break free but his grip is too strong.


"Because he is already dead! He died with honor now leave him! We must give him the respect he deserves!"


I stop fighting because he suddenly lets go, leaving me to catch myself by my wrists before falling flat on my face. 


"What is your problem?" I stare up at him, "Why won't you let me help him?"


Chapter 26: Helpless