A New Realm, A New Story

From Heaven to Wildwood: 
Well, it’s been a while since I’ve popped onto my website, but life has a way of pulling you into one story after another—sometimes on the page, sometimes off it. In that time, I’ve ventured into something new, something different—a romance novel unlike anything I’ve written before.
You see, my previous novels dwelled in the realms of heaven and hell, angels and demons, celestial cherubs, and divine conflicts. And yes, I still have a few more of those brewing somewhere in the back of my mind, waiting for their turn to be written.
But this new novel? Oh, this one took me somewhere else entirely.
Introducing Whispers of the Wildwood
Originally, I titled this book Shadows of Elysium. It had a nice ring to it—or so I thought. Turns out, a little research would have saved me from discovering that not only does a book with that exact title already exist, but another one with a very similar name is out there too. Worse yet? Neither one managed to crack the 4-star mark in reviews.
Now, call me picky, but when I’m choosing a book to read, I like to see a solid 4 stars or higher. Sure, reviews aren’t everything, and opinions are as varied as dragon scales, but let’s be honest—poor reviews usually mean readers were left unsatisfied. And as a writer, I’d rather not start my book’s life saddled with someone else’s baggage.
So, Shadows of Elysium became Whispers of the Wildwood. And honestly? I think the new title suits the story even better.
No Politics, Just People (and Maybe a Few Enchanters) 
Let me confess something—I cannot stand political intrigue in novels. I know, I know, some people eat it up like it’s the last slice of pie, but me? Not so much. And I love pie.
Once, I picked up a highly praised novel about angels at war, complete with celestial strategies and heavenly alliances. The premise was great. The opening chapters had me hooked. But then… the politics began. And I mean pages and pagesof political maneuvering between winged bureaucrats. I gave it my best shot, but eventually, I started skipping entire chapters until I reached the end.
Did I miss anything important? Nope. The last chapters wrapped it all up neatly, and honestly, I don’t regret skipping the middle.
That’s not to say my stories are devoid of conflict—far from it. There’s tension, betrayal, emotional warfare, and the kind of heartbreak that can split souls in two. But political debates around celestial conference tables or in the clouds? You won’t find them here.
Characters Who Fall, Rise, and Stumble Again 
At the heart of Whispers of the Wildwood are characters who are as flawed as they are compelling.

• There’s a rogue who, against all odds, becomes someone admirable—only to fall again after his wife’s betrayal sends him spiraling. (He can’t be too perfect, after all.)
• There’s a heroine who starts out pure, almost saintly, but thanks to an enchantment (because magic makes everything more complicated), she makes choices that lead her far from the man she loves.
• And, of course, there’s the nefarious enchanter—seductive, manipulative, and very, very dangerous.

But as in all good stories, redemption is never entirely out of reach. Choices are made, consequences are faced, and not everyone gets a happy ending.
A Glimpse Into the Wildwood
If you’re curious, you’ll find an excerpt from Whispers of the Wildwood right here on my website—the first sixteen chapters, no less! Enough to pull you into the misty, magical world I’ve created and introduce you to these characters I’ve grown so fond of (and occasionally wanted to shake).
I poured so much of myself into this novel—my love for flawed heroes, my belief in redemption, and my fascination with the ways people can break, heal, and rebuild themselves.
What Comes Next?
Well, with any luck (and a little more diligence on my part), I’ll be back here soon with another blog. Maybe I’ll be talking about a new story idea, or maybe I’ll be knee-deep in Wildwood’s sequel. Either way, there’s always another tale to tell, another page to turn, and another world waiting to be written.
Until then, happy reading—and if you happen to wander into the Wildwood, tell the rogue and the enchantress I said hello.
Here’s hoping you’ll read me later. Ha!