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

"Look what just came in, your Highness!" Victoria beams, holding up a new shimmering gold dress. 


"It will fit." She smiles proudly. "I commissioned the seamstress to create a new wardrobe of maternity dresses."


I chuckle and shake my head, "Thank you, Victoria. What would I do without you?" 


She pulls her eyes from the dress and glances down at me, brows raised. "It makes me happy to be beneficial, Majesty," she says in a matter-of-fact tone, never wavering from her position as a Follower, my invaluable lady-in-waiting.


"It makes me even happier." I wink, watching her dash out of the bathroom as I sink back in the warm, bubbly tub. 


It's true. I'm not sure what I would do without Victoria, the woman thinks of everything. She spoils me, never has a bad attitude, and I can talk to her about anything. If I'm being honest, Victoria is probably my best friend next to Dominic. 


Chapter 68: Victoria's Vision