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

Samuel slowly nods, obeying his father and pulls away from Victoria. She screams and latches her arms securely around him, eyes wide and shaking her head. Samuel squirms, performing a Butterfly Twist, his moment so quick, so precise as he frees himself from her grip and lands next to Laila. He looks down, watching the palms of my hands tremble as I try to keep Laila's head steady. 


Dominic shifts, giving Samuel more room and then nods, keeping his weight on Laila as she thrusts and growls at Pastor praying in Latin at her feet. Samuel blinks several times, reluctant and reaches out, wrapping his fingers around Laila's hand. His jaw suddenly drops open, and I gasp, seeing only the whites of his eyes. Laila looks up at her brother and laughs, the face of pure evil staring back at him as she coughs, sending a thin line of black smoke directly into his mouth. 


"You will be ours too, boy!" A deep, gravelly voice escapes Laila's mouth. 


Chapter 101: The Cherubim