Ella Drake--The Goblin's Trick

The Phoenix Warrior --
Spicy
Anna has earned her place in the Alliance as Captain of her own ship. With her dreams finally coming true, she has no room for love.
Piotr is a Phoenix, a race of shape shifters who have hidden from humans for centuries. Now he must trust the aloof Anna to help save the entire Phoenix race.

The Goblin's Trick --
Spicy
Cassie and Eric cross paths at a Viking archeological dig in Newfoundland and find that opposites really can attract.
When they are suddenly trapped in an increasingly surreal world, they brave the dangers of man -- and magic. Unable to trust their own eyes, can they trust the feelings growing between them?

Excerpt of The Goblin's Trick

Cassandra Brower was a fool. She was sitting in a dilapidated old chair opposite an ancient white-haired crone who--she was certain--was not a witch, despite the name on the sign outside. Cassie tried not to take a deep breath since the woman smelled like fish, but she was having a hard time not sighing every minute in exasperation.

“Look into the crystal ball and tell me what you see.”

How cliché, Cassie thought.

“I see a glass ball with some really nice effects. How do you get the smoke to swirl around like that? And that’s a nice touch, the blue swirls mixed in with the white. Impressive.” Cassie rolled her eyes. Enough was enough.

“You do not see your future?”

The old woman sounded genuinely perplexed. Cassie sat up. Finally, something interesting.

“No, what should I be seeing?”

“Your soul mate.”

Cassie’s interest waned. She was getting more than a little cranky. Future? Like she would believe that this woman could see the future. Soul mate? Get real. This woman was a hack and fraud. She couldn’t believe people gave her money for this.

“Listen, I told you I’m here because a friend insisted you were fantastic. She thought it’d be a hoot for me to come see you, but I don’t believe this shit. How do you make a living at this? Does anyone believe it?”

The old lady lifted the frayed black patch covering one eye. She fixed a pale blue eye and a milky white one on Cassie, blue swirls dancing in the blind eye. Cassie shivered at the uncanny resemblance her eye had to the crystal ball. The woman kept her cloudy eye on Cassie, and she had the uneasy suspicion that the old witch could see through her with that baleful stare.