Stacy-Deanne (Dee-Anne):

Author of Interracial Romance and Interracial Romantic Suspense

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While running from the law, Thea ends up in an Amish community inhabited by Elijah, the childhood friend of her late uncle.
Houston music critic Alvin Zak becomes smitten with violinist Madeline Deever from the first moment she lays her bow to her violin to perform a concerto. The last thing Madeline is looking for is love since she is harboring a secret that has the power to ruin any potential relationship.
Forty-five year-old Sacramento Social Psychology Professor Bella Terry has developed a feverish attraction for her twenty-four year-old student, Cameron Moore. Despite their differences, Cameron finds the elusive Bella irresistible and stops at nothing to get closer to her.
Elle Baron is a young widow trying to adjust to life as a single mother in Sunset, Texas. She’s thrown for a loop when she sees, Harper Sobieski, her ex-boyfriend and childhood friend, standing in her garden.
Charismatic Homicide Detective Blair Sexton meets his match in Reese McQueen, a beautiful, black veterinarian’s assistant who shares the same sexual fetish as he does: voyeurism. Reese’s favorite pastime puts her face-to-face with danger when she witnesses her neighbor Sybil being killed during sex.
Alexis becomes even more obsessed with getting Grant Copeland while sacrificing her job and her new romance with Kevin Reed. Despite the fact that she can’t keep her hands off Kevin whenever she sees him, Alexis is still frightened to trust him when it comes to her plans about Grant.
Tate Valley, California Detectives Alexis Adams and her partner Penelope Dao embark on the most bizarre murder case of their careers when rich boy Donovan McCoy is shot to death while trying to rape 18 year-old Rose Malone on the beach just blocks away from Alexis’ home.
When local mystery author Grayson Paul’s ex-wife is murdered, Baltimore detectives Lisa Swanson and Dee Quarter are thrown into the most complicated case of their careers.
While investigating the murder of Brett Myers, homicide detective Alexis Adams and her partner Penelope find a possible connection between Myers’ murder and Grant Copeland, the most powerful man in Tate Valley, California. Alexis has recently moved back to her hometown with one mission in mind: to destroy Grant whom she blames for ruining her mother’s life and recently killing her father.
Baltimore Detective Lisa Swanson is stunned when Detective Winston Lewis informs her that Devon Barnes, a young man stabbed to death in a park, had her name and number in his phone. Lisa insists she never met or heard of Devon and has no idea why he would have her information. As Winston investigates, he has an eerie feeling that Lisa’s information being in Devon’s phone connects to his murder as well as a belief that Lisa might be hiding something. Lisa remains adamant that she does not know Barnes, but when her fingerprints show up on the knife used in Devon’s murder, Winston finds himself choosing between his feelings for her and doing his duty as a police officer.
When she first lays eyes on Mya Riley’s slashed up body, Baltimore Detective Lisa Swanson is certain that the Sandman, a ruthless serial killer from her past has reemerged. Lisa dives headfirst into the case with her partner Dee, and lovesick Winston Lewis, a detective who grows more captivated with Lisa by the day.
When Baltimore Homicide Detective Lisa Swanson and her partner Dee Quarter are called to investigate the murder of Ernest Juarez, Lisa meets wheelchair bound Jake Jenson, a man determined to find his best friend’s killer at all costs.
Detective Brianna “Bree” Morris and her partner and ex-lover Steven Kemp are back. This time they are thrown head first into a gruesome homicide that brings forth as many secrets as it does clues.
Albany Detectives Brianna “Bree” Morris and Steven Kemp are on the hunt for a serial rapist with a voracious appetite for terrified women.
When Albany Detective Brianna “Bree” Morris learns that Cuban crime lord Milan Varela wants her estranged father dead, she heads off to Miami to find out why. With Homicide Detective Jayce Matthews and her ex-lover Detective Steven Kemp she devises a risky plot to get close to the Varela organization.
Albany Detective Brianna “Bree” Morris is having the year from hell. A sadistic admirer has been stalking her for months and now her friend Cheyenne Wilson has been beaten and left for dead.
A young lady is determined to prove that her sister's new boyfriend is not as perfect as he seems not knowing that she's putting herself in grave danger.
Modern day Romeo and Juliet Latino Love Story
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Elle Baron is a young widow trying to adjust to life as a single mother in Sunset, Texas. She’s thrown for a loop when she sees, Harper Sobieski, her ex-boyfriend and childhood friend, standing in her garden.

Harper works as a technical marketing engineer for a company in Munich, Germany and Elle has never forgiven him for moving away twelve years earlier. Despite Harper’s visits throughout the years, Elle still harbors hard feelings while fighting her lifelong attraction for him.

She gets the shock of her life when Harper proposes marriage. Even though Elle has wanted nothing more than to be Harper’s one-and-only, she can’t shake the feeling that Harper’s sudden desire to get married is uncharacteristic and there might be more to the story.

During the weekend, Harper and Elle realize that their love shines brighter than ever, but before Harper goes back to Germany, Elle must choose between marrying Harper and the possibility of never seeing him again.


“Ow!” Elle Baron whipped her head around when someone tugged on her ponytail. She turned to see an incredibly handsome, clean-cut white man with stunning blue eyes holding a suitcase. She shifted her weight to one knee while saying to herself that Harper Sobieski, the man who’d turned her entire life upside down when he up and left Sunset, Texas, could not be standing here behind her on this Saturday afternoon. Her gaze trailed down his blue and white plaid shirt to the scuffed up Timberlands smack dab in her garden. “My flowers!” She shoved him. “Get out of my garden!”

Harper stooped over and laughed. “You and these damn flowers.”

“Get out of my garden.” Elle jumped up. “Move!” She shoved him. “You’re gonna mess up my flowers!”

“Sorry.” He tossed the suitcase toward the house and tiptoed over flowers, moving toward the road. “Excuse me, Madam.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” She swiped a hand across her forehead underneath her wide-brimmed hat.

“I’m here to see you.” His dimples pinched his cheeks when he smiled.

He still has those dimples. He left me looking stupid and pining for his ass for the last twelve years yet he gets to keep his dimples? Where’s the payback, God?

“I’m serious, Harper.” She charged him with her gloved hands balled into fists. “What are you doing here?”

“Damn.” He hopped out into the road. “You look like you’re about to kill somebody.”

“Oh you have no idea how much I want to kill you.” She lifted a fist. “I’m gonna ask you one more damn time, why are you here?”

“Like I said…” That annoying grin finally vanished. “I’m here to see you. Why else would I be at your house?”

“Boy, stop playing with me.” She lifted her head to see better under the hat. “Why are you back in Texas, let alone Sunset?”

“I came to visit my folks.”

“Really?” She leaned back and crossed her arms. “What made you decide to grace us peasants with your presence?”

“Don’t be like that, Elle.” He headed towards her.

“Stay your ass right there. I want to know why you’re back in town.” She looked up. “You haven’t visited in three years, so why are you here now?”

“You know my momma’s sick?”

“Your momma’s been sick and your ass never came to see her before.” She knelt back down. “You don’t have to tell me that Ms. Dorothy has been sick because I check on her every week.”

“I know.” He sighed. “Dad told me. I appreciate that, Elle.”

“I don’t do it for you.” Sweat dripped off her face as she tended the dirt around her

Salvias. “I did it because Ms. Dorothy is the sweetest woman I’ve ever met. She was there for me when Momma died.”

“What?” His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Elle…” He approached her.

She held her arm out. “Stay your ass there. Don’t come near me.”

“I know you hate me but this is serious.” He moved closer. “I had no idea Georgia died.”

“Yep, lymphoma.”

“Jeez. You know I loved your mother to death.” He put his hands in his pockets. “I can still hear her hollering for us to get out of her garden when we were little.”

“You can save your condolences.” She evened out the dirt, brushing her hands through it. “I didn’t want you to know any damn way.”

“And why?” He leaned down beside her. “Why wouldn’t you want me to know about your momma?”

She exhaled and pounded dirt.

“Do you really hate me that much?”

“What do you think?” She looked at him. “Don’t act like this is something you’ve just realized. You knew how much it hurt me when you moved to Germany and it killed me when you visited, and I was hanging on to hope that you’d move back, yet you left again.”

He stood up. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re always sorry, aren’t you, Harper?” She stood and brushed dirt off her jeans. “You think you can just throw out apologies and that will make everything better.”

“Wait I—”

“It’s how you’ve been your entire life.” She stomped out of the garden and stood on the sidewalk in front of her two-story home. “You think you can do whatever you want and say whatever you want and everyone should be okay with it. Everyone has forgiven you for not being here for people who need you but I haven’t.” She took off her gloves. “I don’t know if I ever will.” She tossed the gloves on the porch. “I think it’s shameful that you just decided to come back and see your mother when she’s been sick for two years.”

“I know.” He closed his eyes. “I’m a bastard.” He ran his fingers through his short, black hair. “But you can’t stay mad at me for living my own life.”

“I’m not mad because of that, Harper!” She yanked the hat off. “I’m mad because you act like living your life gives you an excuse to forget other people. When you moved to Munich, you acted like no one here still existed. Not even me.”