The Seduction of Luna is now LIVE!

Hey there!

As promised, my erotic romance about Luna and Tobias is once more available to read. This new version was given a new blurb, title, edits, plus an epilogue from Tobias’ POV!

Happy reading! <3 Violet

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For one night, he’s everything I desire and more, but his deception may lead to the end of our love — and lives — for eternity.

During the day, I am Jocelyn Bates, local diner owner and nobody special. My evenings are spent as Luna, a mysterious woman uninterested in more than one night with any man. Everything is perfect until one passionate encounter with the gorgeous Tobias Giles-Blackburn stirs up unexpected emotions.

As financial difficulties plague my diner, he offers to help, and what does the man ask for in exchange? The one thing that breaks all my rules and I never intended on doing with any man — marriage.

What I don’t know is why his face is the one in my dreams or why I hear his voice even when he isn’t speaking… nor how my agreement to become his wife might result in death at the hands of a man determined to end us forever.

Author's note: this steamy past lives romance includes an all new epilogue, has been heavily edited, and was previously published as Luna: The Complete Collection.

Click here for the product page to find your favorite vendor links!

(Psst: through April 30th, if you purchase this eBook through my site, you’ll receive an automatic $1 off at checkout!)

Can't afford my books? Ask your library!

Today I signed up for Blasty in an attempt to remove my books from illegal sites who don’t have permission to give my books away for free. Three hours in, there are nearly 200 instances…and counting.

Considering I have a perma-free book and have given plenty of free books away since I began publishing in 2014, I have to say I’m highly disappointed at finding my books being given away for free on sites that have no right to do so. Some are just ways to steal people’s information, but others are completely legit, with people commenting about how grateful they are because they’ve been “wanting to read [this book] forever!” beneath the download link. Or someone posting a fake book on Wattpad and listing links to my books in the document!

This is not a legitimate way to acquire my book. It is stealing, which is ridiculous considering all my books are available through Overdrive, and can be requested through any library that utilizes the service if a person who wants to read the books just took the time to do it. The library will pay for the book and the person gets to read it, therefore making it FREE!

If you click here, you’ll find a page listing all my titles, including foreign language translations, listed on Overdrive. Then, sign into your library account (if you can) and put in a request for a digital copy! If this isn’t an option for you, call them up and ask what needs done for them to include the book in their circulation. It never hurts to ask.

Other options are through subscription services. My books aren’t in Kindle Unlimited, but many of them are on Scribd and Playster and 24Symbols. They cost money (not as much as buying all my books individually) and I still get paid for the ‘purchase’ of my books.

I’m making this post because maybe people don’t know about the options through their library, or about the other lending services that give them a chance to read the books at a fraction of the price. So here they are — ways you or them can read my books without having to pay for them, or pay much less, at the very least.

Thanks for supporting my work and happy reading!

<3 Violet

Books...they are a changin'...!

Hi everyone!

A brief post before I head to bed for the night about new titles & covers.

Recently, I’ve decided some of my books need new titles, updated blurbs, and new covers. Why? Because change is good and many of my books could do with a facelift. I’m hoping this helps get the books in the right hands to the exact reader (you!) who wants them!

The first book to get updated is A WOMAN’S AFFAIR, which is now titled TO BREAK A VOW. The cover and blurb has been updated on my website and on all the vendor sites, but unlike my site which is instant, the other sites may take a few days to complete the process. Therefore, don’t be alarmed when you see a different title but the old cover; everything will be good in a few days!

As for the book, I adore the new cover, find it more fitting for the story, and am told the blurb is way more intriguing! There were also a few edits to the story, mainly changing some lines to make them flow better! If you haven’t read the story before now, I hope you’ll check it out!

Soon, you’ll see the titles, blurbs, and covers change for the entire MATE series. Yes, yes, it is among the most known of my titles, but you see…they give off the wrong impression. They aren’t as dark as their covers portray! At the heart, they are romance novels, and I want their covers to entice as well as have a more cohesive look. Keep a look out for that!

Another title receiving this treatment will be LUNA. I think it’s time she had an update! She was my first serial and one of my most popular stories out of all. I hope to earn her some new readers in the near future!

That’s all for now. I hope you all have a fantastic weekend!

<3 Violet

Goodbye, Daddy...I love you.

My father is dying.

Those words are hard to type, even more difficult to say out loud, but they are true no matter how much I wish they weren't.

Last year, at age 54, he was diagnosed with Stage 4 prostate cancer, which had metastasized to his bones. With some aggressive chemo, they told him he could add a year to his life, and my father went full speed ahead, doing everything the doctors asked him to do. He didn't tell me and at first, when he finally did, I remember being so angry because that's how he had always been... stubborn as hell.

We've had our issues over the years but when I found out, I did everything I could in order to ensure I could be around him more. Moved an hour north from where I was living with my husband, until I was only a twenty minute drive from my father, and I did see him more than before. Problem was, life gets in the way. Even with the best of intentions, I didn't see him as much as I wanted to.

And my father, he would talk to me on the phone, tell me everything was good. I believed him. He finished the chemo, they told him it was gone from his prostate and next they wanted to work on his bones. I remember things a little differently than him, but he insisted he had it under control, and as much as I tried to bring up things that would help in case something happened, my dad always acted like he had all the time in the world.

He thought he did. Hell, even I did. Sometimes I would call him and worry, but when I would stop over, he would be talking about how he was working on something in his house he bought last year, or something outside. Talk about his appointments, what was next, and complain about how he felt like he was spending every day of his life in the hospital for one test or another. One issue after another, but he was taking care of it, and he finally did let me get him a will drafted up. I gave it to him, told him to make sure he got it signed, and he promised he would. And not even took long ago, he took a trip with a friend of his to West Virginia. He was walking, talking, driving, and acting 100% his normal self.

Then, Thursday... I had a rider that took me near his place and I decided to stop by. I hadn't heard from him in a week, but before that, he had told me he was taking the trip with his friend, so I couldn't come over like we talked about. It wasn't anything new; he often called me to tell me he wouldn't be home like he thought and we made plans for another time.

How could I have known any differently? I've asked myself that question a million times since Thursday, when I walked into his house to find him laying on the couch, confused and disoriented to the extreme, his ankles so emaciated that I could almost wrap my hand around it and my fingers nearly touched. He had lost so much weight from when I last saw him a couple weeks before and although he was talking to me, his thoughts and words were jumbled, him misunderstanding me enough to get angry because he thought I was arguing with him. My uncle, who my father takes care of because of difficulties, told me other than helping him up to the bathroom, my father had been there for 5 days and had barely eaten.

With the help of my other uncle, who came over to help, I got my father to the hospital, where we were told his levels of calcium and uric acid in his blood were causing the confusion and they would try to get it down. But I knew... I knew the moment I saw him that this was it, especially after he told me not even two weeks before that he needed an MRI because they thought the cancer had spread to his spine, as well as the cancer being back in his prostate, but it never got done.

Friday morning, the doctors told me the cancer was aggressive, now appearing even in his bone marrow, and there was no coming back for my father. They could try to lessen the confusion, but he was going to die, and they recommended hospice and comfort care.

My father is 55. Only 55 fucking years old and right now, he's lying in a bed at hospice, alternating between peaceful sleep and restless time awake where he's barely aware of the world around him. Until tonight, I've spent nearly every moment with him from the hospital to the move to hospice, barely able to leave him for an hour without needing to go back and remain close, but not tonight, because as much as I want to be there for him until the end, things in my life must be taken care of as well -- including my own self.

And I am in so much pain, I thought this being the only way I could express any of it. Because I love my father. As a child, I adored him, despite all the issues between him and my mother. I never saw him as much as I wanted to and by the time I moved in with him at 17, too many things had happened for our relationship to become easier. On and off through the years, when I was actually near home because my running away never let me stay gone long, (and before my diagnosis) I would stop by to see him...and he would hurt me. Never intentionally. My dad didn't think before he spoke. He never knew how much the things he said about my mother (and therefore me) hurt me, although sometimes things were even directed at me, under the guise of "joking."

I just wanted him to love me, no matter how much he hated her.

Lately, I've heard stories from family...all these family stories of how kind my dad always has been, how he took care of his mother (and he did, until the day she died two years ago), how he takes care of my one uncle, and he's always been a good spirited, tough, stubborn man. And I know some of that...but I never saw much of it. My dad told me he loved me more in the last year than he ever had before and while I believed him, it hurt knowing all those years I didn't see him, for one reason or another. Years I can't get back. Years where I've told people about how I used to ask my dad if I was pretty and he would laugh, take a sip of his beer and say, "Yeah, pretty ugly." And now as an adult, I know he wasn't serious, but he never thought about the fact I would take him seriously... literally. How I would internalize that message from him despite the fact he never actually wanted me to think that about myself.

As his child, I have always loved him regardless of how hard things became, but I didn't want to be around him a lot. He drank a lot, and he smoked like crazy, something that contributed to my avoiding him because the smoke gave me migraines. We disagreed on a lot of things, but when I found out he had cancer, I wanted nothing more than to be closer to him. My sisters, they got a different father than I did. They lived with him, while I saw him a lot less, and I think I've spent most of the last year trying to make up for something I had no control over... something that really hurt our relationship going into my adulthood because there was a precedent of not enough contact already, compounded by my issues from autism and the abuse I had experienced.

My memories of him are colored by my life and relationship with my mother...by the snippets of time I can remember being around him. I'm sure I hugged him as a child, but I don't remember. I'm sure he told me he loved me, but I don't remember. What I do remember is the moment when my mother came to pick me up after I had gotten "run over" by a truck (well, my legs did) and my dad stood outside the van with the police officer, who asked him if he had a license and when my dad produce his driving one, the police said no, a medical license. All because my dad had listened to me, crying my eyes out about going to the hospital in the ambulance, and didn't make me get in, but he also hadn't taken me to the hospital as he should've (something that's made me wonder, since my diagnosis, of perhaps my father being on the spectrum, which I will never know for sure now). I remember my dad giving me a sip of beer when I was younger and I spit it back in his face. When I close my eyes, I can see him through the years, sitting on the couch with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other.

All those and more, imprinted on my mind, and none of them mean anything now.

Instead of focusing on my grief, I've been trying to get a handle on his affairs, as much as I can without power of attorney, and that means my eyes tear up, but I can't give into it. I have to take care of my uncle, I have to make sure my dad's house is taken care of because he wanted our uncle to live there, and I definitely can't break down because I've got my own life with bills to pay that won't wait even in the face of my pain.

Not even as I stood by my dad's bed earlier today, where he doesn't even recognize me when he opens his eyes, and I ran my fingers through his hair, telling him how much I love him. Trying to keep him calm; answering his mumblings even though I don't really know what's saying. Promising him I'll take care of things as he would want them taken care of, doing my final duty as his daughter that will carry on long after he's taken his last breath, even though he left a bigger mess than he intended because my father never signed his will. He got a life insurance policy last year but the short period of time means, despite his best intentions, we'll never see most of the money; I'll be lucky enough to have enough to get him cremated with.

Although it will make things more difficult, none of it matters. Not as I've been watching him waste away in front of my eyes and feeling utterly powerless to stop it, to do anything as one of the men I love more than anything else in this world slowly leaves me behind with a gigantic hole in my heart that will definitely never be repaired now.

But other than the small amount of times where I can't be by his side, I will be there holding his hand until the very end, giving him all the love and attention I can while hoping he knows somewhere deep inside that I'm still with him. That all his family is there for him. And I hope he knows how much we love him, how much he'll be missed, and how despite my own pain, I'm so glad he won't suffer any longer.

Every time I think about how he will soon take his last breath, I'm nothing more a little girl once again, crying for her daddy as he leaves her behind. Only this time, it's for good, and this ache in my chest won't ever go away.

Update: my father passed away on September 10th, not even 7 hours after I made this post. RIP Dad.