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 don't know what to say so I say nothing for a while; letting his words linger in my thoughts as my fingers run along large, hard knuckles. It is a Warrior's hand-but he is not a Warrior, not at this moment. He is my supporter, my friend and my husband. Everything else is secondary. Only the lives of the Seraph Realm come before either of us. Which brings me back to my original thought, so I turn to Pastor, "We must do everything we can to keep Emily alive."


"We must receive approval from the Seraph Council."


Pastor steps away, rubbing his palms together, "For permission..." he pauses and locks eyes with me, "to involve the angel Michael."


"Whoa, whoa, whoa...do you mean, THE Archangel Michael?"


"He is the most powerful of all the Seraph Kingdom. It is the only way to destroy Zull. For good."


"Oh my God..." I whisper under my breath, grasping Dominic's fingers a little harder.


Chapter 57: Reinforcements