MAGIC’S FATE is out today!!

My lastest book in the Nocturne Falls Universe is out today!


Fulfill three quests, return the missing shards of an evil sword, or people die. Nothing a wounded Russian sorcerer and an artist with a talent for roping can’t handle.

Rodion Czernovitch is in Nocturne Falls recovering from a serious injury and working hard not to fall for his sister’s best friend. When evil comes knocking on his door and she accidentally gets in the way, it’s time to quit brooding and start preparing for battle.

Carina Valdis just wanted a cup of coffee. But when she ran into her bestie’s brother – her big crush – and subsequently into an evil wizard’s curse, it’s going to take all her skill and patience to teach the overbearing warrior that love and wit (and a couple of rope tricks) can conquer all. Even the threat of death.






New(ish?) releases in the Wolves of Fenrir! And new doggies!!

It’s been a little crazy here at Casa Carsen.

First, and really most important, we got new dogs!

A pair of 2yo Boxers that we named Linus and Lucy are now part of our family!


I’m pretty sure there couldn’t be two cuter dogs anywhere!

Lucy’s the fawn and the Linus is the brindle. She’s super friendly and outgoing, but she pushes him around a lot and steals his toys. Linus is more reserved, but I think he might be smarter.

Maaiken, the cat, is pretty unhappy right now, but she’s also fairly feisty. I think they’ll all figure it out before long.

And now, to business!

First up, the final Wolves of Fenrir novella, THE WOLF WHO CAME IN FROM THE COLD.

Rig sidUlfr wants peace on Earth.


As the general in command of the Fenrir troops on Earth, his mission is to maintain the security of the planet in the aftermath of an intergalactic war. And if alien Axis terrorists would quit putting his new, distractingly attractive interpreter in the line of fire, that would be great.

Mirea Randolph may speak half a dozen languages, but words won’t be enough to keep her and Rig safe. It seems like every time she gets her red lipstick on him, another attack occurs. With constant attempts to derail the fragile peace process, she ends up involved in layers of deception she won’t be able to talk her way out of in any language.

This story was previously published in the “Vikings Wild” anthology, which is no longer available. But you can snag it on its own if you already have the others in the series! You can find the links here.

But if you haven’t picked up any of the previous stories, you might just want to grab the entire set in the WOLVES OF FENRIR BOX SET!

All four of the Wolves of Fenrir stories in one volume! This contains

A Wolf to Watch Over Me

A Most Wanted Wolf

Silver Wolf Rising

The Wolf Who Came In From the Cold

By the year 2225, humans have come a long way. Broadening Earth’s frontiers into the galaxy means taking a crash course in inter-alien relations, and humans are – mostly – embracing their new allies.

The Fenrir are Viking descendants of the Great Wolf of Norse myth – heroes and heroines from across the galaxy who have returned to Earth to help keep our planet safe.

A physicist and an assassin, a spy and a mechanic, an old soldier and a weaver, a general and an interpreter – fall in love and run into danger with all of them as they face down an enemy threat that could plunge the Earth back into a war to end everything.

You can find the links here.


MAGIC’S SONG is out today!

So excited to be able to present my newest story – MAGIC’S SONG – to all of you!

Several months ago, Kristen Painter gave me the opportunity to write in the world of Nocturne Falls, which she’d created for her fun, light paranormal series. I’ve been a fan of hers for years, and I glommed onto this series the day I heard about it. So when she asked if I wanted to write there?

Oh heck yeah!

It took a while to get the right characters, the right story, and the right tone, but it finally all came together, and voila! Here you go!

Welcome to Nocturne Falls, where there’s a supernatural on every corner, if you have the magic to see them.

Trick Scanlon is introduced to town when a playful horse nearly drowns him. Saved by a mermaid’s song, he’s just looking for a place to catch his breath. He never expects to be so drawn to his beautiful savior.

Daria Don’t-Call-Me-A-Mermaid Czernovitch has changed so much her stalker won’t ever find her. She has great friends – witches, gargoyles, and fairies – and she feels safe… until a former Army Ranger turned country music star pulls her into his spotlight.

Can Trick find his own magic? And will his fame threaten the anonymity Daria values so much? They make sweet harmony together, but one sour note could ruin it all.

Winning things!

So I’m part of a couple of very cool promotions taking place over the next few days!

  1. Over 60 Sci Fi Romance authors are participating in a chance for you to win our books, PLUS a new Kindle!! You could win a copy of my story, A WOLF TO WATCH OVER ME to start out your Wolves of Fenrir collection. All you have to do is click over to the SCI FI ROMANCE GIVEAWAY and enter!
  2. For a taste of handsome silver foxes and their intrepid heroines, 24 authors are hosting a Facebook hop, and many of us are giving away prizes! You can check out the available books at Seasoned Romance: Love Knows No Age, which is featuring my story, SILVER WOLF RISING. THEN, hop on over to my FB page and comment to be entered for a chance to win the first three Wolves of Fenrir books, signed just for you! I’ll draw for the winner on Sat, Dec 10.
  3. And I’m just sayin’, but if you sign up for my newsletter, you’re going to get an extra chance to win that signed book bundle. *wink wink nudge nudge* (newsletter signup)


Who wants a teaser?

Here’s a snippet from THE WOLF WHO CAME IN FROM THE COLD in the VIKINGS WILD antho.

Rig was sweating. Tear a diplomat a new asshole? Not a problem. Chase down an assassin? All in a day’s work.

Kiss the right woman? His fingers trembled.

In a split second, he had to make a command decision. Soft and gentle, working his way over to her lips? Strong and commanding, pushing forward, engines at full?

She pushed up onto her toes and took conscious choice away from him.

Mirea was tiny, a mere handful to him. He bent at the knees to meet her, and scooped her up with an arm under her ass. No groping, no squeezing. He needed to know her taste before any of that.

And her taste was exquisite. Honey, as he expected. Everything about her reminded him of encompassing sweetness, but there was something else about her that was dark and rich with a little spicy heat. Her soft lips opened under pressure and her slight moan passed between them.

Tiny, delicate hands settled on his shoulders and slid to his neck. He’d have thought such small fingers would tickle, but her touch wasn’t tentative in the least. She glided her hands firmly to his jaw, spurring him on.

He responded, sliding one hand up her spine until his fingers were buried in her warm, sweet-smelling hair. With a simple bend of his wrist, he guided her head to the side, giving him more room to move her where he wanted her.

Rig demanded more. He moved his tongue to taste and found it dueling with hers. He pushed forward, needing to be inside, devouring her mouth, giving her a taste of what was to come.

But she didn’t simply take, she gave back by swirling her tongue around his and sucking control away from him. The sensation shot through him, and his cock was harder than it had ever been. Fuck. He was losing his mind over this little human. And he still had an assassin to torture… interrogate… ask polite questions.


Final Fenrir Story Goes Live Tomorrow!!

I know.

I’m a little sad, too.

But the fourth and final Wolves of Fenrir story – THE WOLF WHO CAME IN FROM THE COLD – goes live tomorrow in the VIKINGS WILD box set!


6 sexy paranormal and sci-fi Viking romances – just for you!

Here’s the blurb for THE WOLF WHO CAME IN FROM THE COLD:

Rig sidUlfr wants peace on Earth. Literally. As the general in command of the Fenrir troops on Earth, his mission is to maintain the security of the planet in the aftermath of an intergalactic war. And if alien Axis terrorists would quit trying to kill him and the people he cares about, that would help, too.

Mirea Randolph is his human interpreter. She may speak half a dozen languages, but words won’t be enough to keep her and Rig safe. When an attempt is made on Rig’s life to derail the fragile peace process, she ends up involved in layers of deception she won’t be able to talk her way out of in any language. Diplomacy can’t cover corruption for long, and they need to root it out at the source.

Their attraction burns laser hot as they work to keep Earth safe from a new wave of enemy invasions. But once the job is done, will Rig have to go back into the cold alone, or will Mirea keep him warm?

Enjoy the story!!


SILVER WOLF RISING is finally out in the wild!

*Excited author flail!*

This book was a challenge – literally – someone on Romance Divas said, “Why don’t we see more books with older heroes and heroines? Let’s write some!”

So I did. 🙂 After all, surely some of the characters in my Wolves of Fenrir series had parents or mentors or…y’know, old people in their lives. *gg*

God. Remember when we used to say things like that? And now we’re the old people? Except I just don’t feel that old. Maybe it’s the nerd t-shirts and Chucks that keep me young. So what if I have to put arch supports in my Chucks? Those things are flat. That doesn’t make me old. Does it?

Anyway, it’s time for some of that silver hair to shimmer in the sun. Or in the blackness of space.


Hot, silver-haired Viking, wolf-shifter hero, heroine with a streak of gray and a streak of stubborn, plus an alien invasion – what more could you ask for?

Fate couldn’t have picked a worse moment to bring two lonely souls together.

Berserker warrior and drill sergeant Niall is being forced to retire from the Fenrir Army he’s faithfully served for most of his life. Miserable and bitter, he’s on the pack ship, waiting for a transport back to his home planet to be a farmer. Until trouble steps right on his prosthetic foot just as all Hel breaks loose.

Widowed Dagny is on the pack ship waiting for a transport down to Earth, searching for a new purpose in this next phase of her life — one that isn’t centered around her grown children. But her new plans definitely don’t involve following a cranky old soldier into the dark to survive.

When enemy Axis powers invade the ship, blasting up the heat on a cold war, Niall and Dagny have to team up to save themselves and their shipmates, and to explore the lifescent that is drawing them together.

Together for now, but will fate be enough to keep them that way after the battle is over?


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Sneak peek from SILVER WOLF RISING

sfrb-showcasebannerWanna see a little hint of our silver haired hero, Niall sidKalvr?


He was going to have to shift. He hated shifting in front of people. He did it with his trainees once, right at the beginning, because it was good for them to be scared shitless, but with this woman… He didn’t want her to see him. He didn’t want her to see him as a cripple.

But danger was close, and the vargulf rose within him, silent and deadly as only a monster could be. Bone and muscle cracked and lengthened, giving him nearly three extra feet in height and a hundred pounds of bulk, delivered to his shoulders and thighs where they would do the most good.

The pelt stripe that was one of the distinguishing features of his race spread out from his spine to envelop his body in tough, dense, silver-tipped fur. His skull rippled as the bony plates shifted from their round form to an elongated shape that allowed for the growth of a lupine jaw. Viciously sharp fangs pushed aside blunt human teeth as claws sprang from his fingertips.

In vargulf, Niall was neither man nor wolf, but the true child of his ancestors – the Great Wolf Fenris and his Valkyrie mate, who had fled Asgard and the battle of Ragnarok, and traveled to make a home on a distant planet.

The shift was over in moments, and Niall felt the familiar lust for conquered blood sizzle in his veins. But before he could begin maiming and killing, there was one last thing he had to do. The thing that brought a bitter pang to the glory of his vargulf form.

His prosthesis had been fitted with an enhancement that was both measured to his battle form, and operable with clawed fingers. Three pressure points extended the limb with an almost inaudible click and triggered a release for extra supports to keep up with the change in his body mass.

For all that the new leg was tougher than bone, the weakness of his newly injured missing limb ripped at him. It made him a lesser warrior, an imperfect Fenris. He was ashamed that his woman, that anyone would see him like this. A three-legged dog.

But he had no choice. Even a crippled wolf could still fight, and he would fight to the death to protect her.



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