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 lift my cup and drink deeply, then set it down, sinking back into the stacked pillows. I'm suddenly embarrassed my own selfishness. Dominic not only lost his men, he lost his friends as well. It makes sense that he would honor them in such a way. But, I should be the one in that chapel. I should be the one sacrificing and praying. 


I yank myself up with renewed energy, grabbing her arm.


"Hurry, take away the tray! I want to join him."


Victoria shakes her head, gently pulling herself away from my grip.


"You cannot, your majesty. He is doing what is customary when sacred lives are lost." 


Her head shakes again when I draw breath to plead my case and her hand goes to my shoulder.


"He would not allow it, anyway. You must respect his grieving period."


Rubbing my temples in frustration, my eyes chase her every movement. 


"This isn't right!" I protest, "Dominic is paying for something I feel is my fault, not his. I have to do something!"


Chapter 30: Dominic's Absence