Romancing the Shifter is Available in KU


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Feel your pulse quicken.

Be drawn to the heat.

Nocturnal Creatures need love too. Is your next book boyfriend a Vampire, Shifter, Hellhound or …..? They own the night, won’t you join them in a world where anything is possible.

Romancing The Shifter: A Shapeshifter Paranormal Romance & Urban Fantasy Anthology (Shifters Unleashed)


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Romancing the Shifter Now Available

Feel your pulse quicken.

Be drawn to the heat.

Nocturnal Creatures need love too. Is your next book boyfriend a Vampire, Shifter, Hellhound or …..? They own the night, won’t you join them in a world where anything is possible.

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Romancing The Shifter: A Shapeshifter Paranormal Romance & Urban Fantasy Anthology (Shifters Unleashed) is now available!

My story Cougar Hunt is included–check out below for a snippet!



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“Never mind what?” Saffi asked as she had to scramble after him to catch up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t strike me as the type.”

“And what type is that?”

“The meaningless hook-up type. There’s something about you that gives me the impression you would not be the one sitting in a club somewhere playing tonsil hockey with some guy you just met.”

It was a pretty slick way to turn her down before she could make any embarrassing forward plays. She hated getting discounted because of her size, and it was always her size that was the excuse. Saffron didn’t look her age, and even being older than most people assumed, she had never been rejected based on her age. It always came down to the size of her ass. Body positivity be damned. There seemed to be plenty of men claiming they liked thicc, with two Cs, thighs. But they did not exist in her dating circles, or on any of those apps Kelly had her create accounts on.

“So what’s giving you that impression? My ass?” She circled the area around her ample hip. “Sounds like you’re saying I’m not your meaningless hook-up type.” She stopped with a huff. Letting her smile dissipate, she shook her head. This was stupid. That invisible confidence bodysuit suddenly felt itchy. “Why’d you have to go there? I wasn’t hitting on you or anything.”

Any confidence, real or imaginary evaporated. She plastered a sarcastic smirk across her lips and waited.

“I did notice that, and your ass”— Oscar walked around her raking her form with his gaze. With a bite of his lower lip, he made sure she knew he was appreciating the view— “that’s not a hook-up kind of ass. That’s the kind of ass that demands a commitment.”

Saffi bit the inside of her cheek trying to stop the blush she could feel burning. So she had been wrong, she had been the one to lob it into the booty size court. His volley had been artful. He managed to make her feel like he thought she was attractive, and yet, he still dodged that hook-up possibility.

Reindeer Tails Author- Justina Luther- Interview

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Forever Home

The night Tonya lost her cat, her best friend, Cassy, her heart split in half. A year later, she still hasn’t healed, and she promises herself she won’t be hurt that way again by adopting another pet. Little does she know; Cassy has other plans in mind.

Excerpt: “Gram?” I mumble, my vision blurry in the low light of the dying fire as a thump pulls me from sleep. I lie on the couch, a blanket tucked around me. Sitting up, I rub my eyes and switch on the lamp beside the couch. “Gram?” I say a bit louder.

The couch cushion at my feet shifts and I twist, my jaw dropping. Two massive, lemon colored eyes watch me from a fluffy gray face. “Cassy?” My heart soars before it drops into my shoes. I jiggle my head. “You’re dreaming. Cassy is—”

“Gone? If my being here is weird, let my words sink in.”

I yelp and scramble backward to tumble off the couch. My head hits the carpet and I wince. “Ouch.” I rub the back of my skull. “At least I’m awake now.”

“You have been for a while.”

I jolt to find Cassy perched on the backrest of the couch, her long fluffy tail curled around her paws. When she hops into my lap, I open my mouth to scream.

“Do you want to give Grammy a stroke? Stop yowling and listen!” She slaps a paw onto my lips. A hint of claw tickles me. “If you’re surprised, imagine my position. Imagine the biggest bag of catnip you’ve ever seen. Mine. Then I got a call from the head honcho because you’re messed up.” She licks her paw to clean her ears. “Plopped me here without discussion. Though, being able to speak your language is nice. This way I don’t have to tell you the same thing five hundred times before it registers.” She glowers at me, her same resting hiss face in full force.

“How is this possible?”

She swishes her tail. “Someone, somewhere, likes you. You don’t think I’m a crumb of underdone potato?”

Something lodges in my throat while my lip trembles and I reach to scratch behind her left ear.

Purring, she tilts her head in my palm before headbutting my chin. “I missed you too.”

I pull her to me and burry my face in her fur; it has the same sweet earthy scent I remember. “You’re here?”

She licks the tip of my nose. “You got it. Alright, I’d love to stay here but we have places to be.” She gives me a final headbutt and hops off my lap to saunter to the front door.

“Where are you going?” I scramble after her. “Why do you have to leave now?”

Reindeer Tails: Our Christmas Nook II
Available November 5th
Companion Journal:

Justina Luther has never been one to fit into any one box; as a girl she was a tomboy in high heels.

Raised in a house that didn’t swear, she keeps her books the same way. While she won’t write a scene that would make your grandma blush, her words will push your emotions to the brink with twists you’ll never see coming.

From thrillers to romance, fantasy, and horror, she goes where her imagination leads, writing characters with integrity, transparency, and flaws, who don’t quite fit the box.

A Crazy Ink Exclusive author, she has several titles under her belt including:
The Step Into Darkness Series:
Would You Have Believed Me?
Gut Check
The Future Looks Forward
Echoes of the Past
New Wounds

Solo Titles:
The Heart Recalls
Cherry Sunrises
The Compact
Cherry’s Marshmallow Float

With Short Stories Featured in:
Our Christmas Nook II
Beyond Atlantis: A Crazy Ink Anthology
Beyond The Rose: A Crazy Ink Anthology
Beyond The Beanstalk: A Crazy Ink Anthology
Beyond Fantasia: A Crazy Ink Anthology
Beyond the Mirror: A Crazy Ink Anthology.

For Melissa: An Anthology


Please tell us about what you typically write:
I love to write stories that push emotions to the max with a twist. As a multi-genre author, I follow my imagination wherever it might lead, but I keep my writing clean. You won’t find cursing or sex scenes in my books.

Q: If we were having a real in-person conversation, where would you like to be having this conversation?
A: I’d love to be in a cute café. We’d be in the back room where the comfortable, eclectically patterned, armchairs are with the perfect amount of morning sun coming through the windows. I’d be curled up with either an iced coffee or a hot chocolate or tea, depending on my mood.

Q: What got you into writing?
A: School projects. I was homeschooled from the third grade onward, but in the first and second grade we were asked to write small stories about what was happening in a picture, or what our weekend was like. Other kids turned in a paragraph, I turned in a few pages. I remember one project at Thanksgiving asking what the holiday was like at our house. I went to my teacher and asked if I could write it from the turkey’s perspective. I was told no. Ha! I’ve always loved to write.

Q: What inspired you to write this particular short story?
A: My late cat Sassy, as well as my two new rescue cats Figaro and Joy. There are many times I wish I could see Sassy again. This story was my way of getting to do that. Figaro and Joy inspired me to join the project because they came from a rescue very similar to the one this anthology is benefitting.

Q: Do you prefer to write short, or longer?
A: I love both formats for different reasons. Shorts force me to be exact in my word choices in order to get all of what I want to across in the tiny word space. I always walk away from them a better writer than I was when I began. I adore longer projects because I can let my imagination unfold fully. Walk the paths, if you would, with my characters from the beginning to the end, rather than give such a small snippet of their lives.

Q: What currently compels you to write?
A: I believe God gave me the ability to write and so I do my best to honor that gift by using it and following the ideas he gives me.

Q: Where do your characters come from?
A: Oddly enough, they always seem to come with the story ideas. Sometimes I take bits and pieces of people I know, and there will always be a part of me in them, but they’re a part of their stories from the inception of them. They introduce themselves to me fully as I write.

Q: Who is your favorite character that you’ve written?
A: Oliver Wendel, a side character in my novella The Compact. I love him! He’s such a quirky little spot of sunshine in the midst of this dark horror book.

Q: Would you rather have one of your works turned into a movie or a TV series?
A: I think a television series would be fun. With a spread-out option like tv, I feel it might actually be able to hit the whole book or series.

Q: What’s the one question you always like when people ask authors? And please answer.
A: I love the question “What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received about your writing?” For me, aside from people assuming I pulled my stories from my own life (which I haven’t), my favorite compliment was when someone told me that if all great authors are ugly, then I must look like a dog. They had no idea when I look like and it was the most absurd way of saying they liked my work. I fell off my chair I was laughing so hard!

Q: What’s coming next for your readers?
A: I’m currently working on my second horror novel, Occidendum Sirenis. This will be my eighteenth publication.




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Redemption is now available!

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Legatum Book 6

Fernando del Fuego was created to take over his father’s empire. He has zero interest in the politics of vampires. He would much rather pursue a life of music. People died because of his apathy.

Melinda is strong-willed and focused. As a wolf-shifter and therapist specializing in patients with PTSD, she has the calmness and perseverance to help those who need her. She can tell there’s more to Fernando than a vampire-musician super-ego combination.

Determined to prove he is more than a self-centered mistake, Fernando stumbles into unexpected peril. Even though wolves and vampires have never played well together, nothing is going to stop Melinda from protecting whom she holds dear.

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Bright Phantoms
Bright Phantoms

Can she find the man of her dreams in a love triangle from both sides of the grave?

For set designer, Danica Kensington, falling in love has always been a spiritual experience. That’s what happens when the love of your life is a dead guy.

But then, Danica’s boyfriend, the ghost of Golden Age of Hollywood star Flint Reese, suddenly disappears from her life.

Danica is convinced she has found Flint again. Only he seems to be hiding behind the eyes of Hollywood’s top leading man, Liam James.

Danica and Liam have more problems than answers. Reunited after a year apart, Danica can’t be sure if Liam is sticking around out of a sense of obligation over the baby he didn’t know about, or if he genuinely have feelings for her. High stress, emotions, and surging hormones have Danica seeing things she doesn’t know how to explain. Why do Liam’s eyes shift from brown to blue?

Could Flint be influencing the relationship she wants with Liam? Danica wants to tell Liam she sees Flint in his eyes, but she is afraid doing so could cost her everything she loves and holds dear.

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One year ago Complete was released!

If you haven’t read this steamy romance with Bobby, a lone wolf shifter, and Ramona the local math teacher, download it now.

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Her eyes flew open. She froze. She was in Bobby Cray’s arms. In Bobby Cray’s bed.

She vaulted out of the bed and pressed against the wall. She stared at him. Her heart was going a mile a minute. He smiled up at her, his wide, naked chest all exposed like it was meant to be on display. Blankets were a rumpled, piled mess. Oh Jesus H, is he naked?

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Good morning, beautiful.” She felt his warmth and his nearness a second before his arms wrapped around her and he placed a kiss on her forehead.

Why had he kissed her? She tried to swallow.

He ran a hand up and down her arm. “You cold? You’re shivering. Do you want some coffee?”

He left her; she heard him pad into the kitchen.

She opened her eyes and peeked out the door, afraid she was going to see his naked ass. She sighed in relief when she saw that he wore knit shorts. But the rest of him was naked, and she could see all his skin. His hair was piled up in a super messy, bed-head top knot. That reminded her that her own hair must be a complete disaster.

She tiptoed into the bathroom, trying not to call attention to herself. She rummaged through the under-counter baskets looking for a brush. A man with hair like his owned at least one brush. She knew he did. Now where did he keep it?

Jesus H, there aren’t any brushes in here. She found a hair band and pulled her hair into a quick ponytail.

Her face looked puffy. She had definitely cried herself to sleep last night. She splashed cold water on her face and wondered what had happened. She was still in all her clothes. All of them. Including her bra. She wouldn’t have put her bra back on if they had done anything, would she?

She finished her ablutions and stepped out. Maybe she could sneak past him and go out the door and leave. She didn’t know if she could face him this morning, not knowing.

Coffee’s made. You want some?”

She froze in her tracks and stared wide-eyed as Bobby approached her. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close. The breath caught in her throat. What is going on?

It’s not too late to call in for a substitute, is it? We could spend the day together.”

Damn it, it was a school day. She swung her head side to side. “No, I don’t think so. What time is it?”

Bobby swiveled and looked behind him. “Ten to six. I had set the alarm for five thirty. Is that okay? You still have time for breakfast, right?”

She looked down at her dress. Panic still surged through her veins.

Bobby was half-naked and smiling like a fool.

I’ve got to go. I have to take a shower and, no, sorry.” She eyed her purse and dived out of his arms. She grabbed the bag and rushed out the door. “I’ll see you later.” She called out in a hurry as she made her escape.

She didn’t breathe again until her car turned onto the road and sped back toward her little apartment.

In record time she was in her classroom prepping for the day. She could not focus. Every time she relaxed for a second, her mind’s eye went back to that broad chest and all those muscles. And sweet baby Jesus, his nipples. She didn’t know what it was about that man’s nipples that did her in, but his certainly called out to her. And they demanded to be licked.