LAST GODDESS ENTERPRISES

BOOKS (Children)

 

The Adventures of Obu and Sam:  The Beginning

 

Obu is a black furball (cat), protector of the castle, guardian of Princess Zahara, and Sam's best friend.  Sam is an adorable little white mouse whose curiosity and mischievousness get her into trouble no matter how hard she tries to behave ... however, she can always count on Obu to rescue her.

 

 

The Adventures of Obu and Sam:  The Enchanted Forest

 

Sam was beside herself with excitement.  Running up and down Obu's arm, landing on his head, she leaned over to see if Obu was awake.  "Ah, come on, Obu, please, please, please get up!" squeaked Sam.  Today was the day that they were going to sneak out of the castle and explore the Enchanted Forest.  Sam had visions of huge cheese trees just waiting for her to climb.  Obu hissed in anticipation of the trouble he just knew awaited him.

 

 

The Adventures of Obu and Sam:  Goliath Attacks

 

Sam's curiosity in the Enchanted Forest unleashed giant, hairy, mutant spiders on their way to attack the castle.  Princess Zahara is trapped in her room at the top of the castle with no way out.  Can Obu and Sam rescue the princess and find a way to send the very scary spiders back to the forest?

 

 

The Adventures of Obu and Sam:  Mariachi Marauders

 

Princess Zahara loved to sing Obu and Sam to sleep.  They were curled on her lap in front of the fireplace waiting for a lullaby.  As the Princess began to move her lips, a strong, cool breeze swept through the room.  She gasped, clutched at her throat, but nothing came out.  Obu and Sam know there is a connection between the evil looking mariachi arriving in town and the music disappearing.

 

 

The Adventures of Obu and Sam:  Summer Camp

 

     *  Brand new work in progress.  Stay tuned for details and release date!

 

 

BOOKS (Adult)

 

Seduction of a Goddess

 

A goddess descended from the heavens to experience life on earth.  A king who couldn't live without her.  A tale of passion, erotic pleasure, and forbidden love ...

 

 

The Chameleon

 

A young analyst was specially appointed by the DOJ to track down a serial killer dubbed "the Chameleon." San Francisco's Union Square had become his hunting ground.  Irresistable attractiveness and charm made him the ultimate predator.  The analyst, too naive and inexperienced to be scared, encourages his advances to lure him closer.

The Chameleon watches her on the dance floor, mesmerized. He glides across the floor, approaches from behind, gently envelops her waist with his hands, roughly spins her around and pulls her into a tight hold, totally ignoring her partner.  They stare into each other's eyes.  She was not like the others, needy, sexually demanding, wanting a lifetime after a drink and a dance.  There was an innocence yet understated worldliness and elegance about her. Her perfume sent sparks of electricity coursing through his veins.  He leaned in closer, his lips softly brushing an angel kiss across her neck.  She smiled and twirled away keeping his hand in hers.  Unexpectedly she yanked him back into her arms.  She whispered into his ear, "The secret to me is control.  If you give me an opening, I'm going to take it then you're gonna do what I want you to."  He gasped, heart racing.

As he held her, it wasn't close enough.  He wanted her, an emotion he was not familiar with, and it terrified him.  He knew the release of sex but it never satisfied him.  To be intimate with this curious creature, lay beside her and explore, could she be the one to satisfy the animal inside?

Rena was the ER doctor on duty when a 6-year-old girl was brought in.  Her upper thighs displayed fresh purple and blue bruises, rectum torn from penetration, but no semen, and wood slivers on the edges.  This was not the first child she had seen like this.  At first, she thought it was parental abuse, now the possibility of a pattern swirled around in her brain.  The occurrences were more frequent, the abuse more vicious, and escalating.

 

The Chameleon followed behind at a distance.  She entered the lingerie department at Saks Fifth Avenue, chose  matching bra and panty set in cream with rose ribbon intertwined through cream lace and tiny roses adorning the sides.   Next was a red satin night gown, and Chanel perfume.  The Chameleon got her size from the checkout clerk and made identical purchases.  He turned around and she had disappeared.

 

In the morgue the next morning, the young analyst was called to view a victim wearing the lingerie she purchased the day before, the scent of Chanel overriding formaldehyde. 

 

          *WORK IN PROGRESS - RELEASE DATE ... January 2015.