Hi folks, and thank you for stopping by my home on the web.
As many of you know, sometimes life gets in the way of the best laid plans. However, when you are doing something you love (writing), no matter what, the adventure continues.
After making a move from the islands to the desert, and now back to the islands, my books are available. And, I have new stories. Writing as Mia Strange, I have written new worlds made of Magic, Monsters, a splash of Steampunk, and more. Always fast-paced and full of action, I think you’ll like them. Something different this way comes… 🙂
A New Wave for TSUNAMI BLUE. . . Fabulous new cover art.
“This original romance starts quietly enough, like a calm blue ocean, and gradually builds until you’re holding on for dear life, hit with page after page of creative, taut action. You’ll be left grinning, grateful for the ride, thanks to original characters, a fantastic story and action that will keep you up late, turning pages. Can’t wait to see what Williams has in store next!”
— RT Book Reviews Magazine, issue 4 1/2 Stars HOT, Fantastic-Keeper
“To some I was a freak; to others, a fantasy. I was Satan or savior; a witch or a goddess. I was legend, I was lies. And tonight it really was, just all too much.”
— Kathryn “Blue” O’Malley
“Fasten your seatbelts. Gayle Ann Williams delivers an intriguing, mile-a-minute adventurous tale, of sexy survival in a paranormal world.”
— Stella Cameron, New York Times bestselling author.
“I have to say that this one stood out from the very beginning for me because of its fascinating premise and incredibly well-drawn characters.”
— Leah Hultenschmidt, Editor, Dorchester Publishing
“Read this Book!!!! Riders On the Storm is another great book by Gayle Ann Williams.”
— Amazon Reader review
“I was alive. Cold, wet, frightened, and just plain pissed? Yeah. But still, alive. Score one for the Tracker.”
— Sage Pasco, The Tracker
“Can’t wait to see what Williams has in store next!”
— RT Book Reviews Magazine. 4 1/2 Stars for TSUNAMI BLUE
A third vibration, stronger than the first two, rolled through the cabin.
“That. Right there,” I said. “Don’t you feel it?” Rogue looked confused. But then he always looked confused. “The earth moved,” I nearly shouted.
Rogue broke into a killer smile that was so wasted on me. “Baby? With me? The earth always moves.”
— Sammie Pasco and Rogue