Stacy-Deanne (Dee-Anne):

Award-Winning Author of Interracial Romance and Interracial Romantic Suspense and Winner of 2013 Swirl Award

Stacy is a 2013 Swirl Award Winner!

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After experiencing another schizophrenic breakdown, recently divorced Layla checks herself into the Wellington Center for treatment. There she meets the handsome Cross, a free-spirited white man who happens to be bipolar. The two find solace together and when their friendship blossoms into love; Layla rediscovers her true self and the happiness she’s missed.
Romance writer Riley Voorhees is looking forward to spending Christmas with her married, rich lover, Sean, in their lavish San Diego love nest. While waiting for Sean to get back from a business trip a week before Christmas, an enigmatic stranger shows up, and he’s about to shake up Riley’s world in more ways than she could imagine.
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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R.I.P. Mom, always in my heart (5/​14/​46-12/​26/​06)

"It’s one thing to conquer your dreams. It’s another to help people realize they can conquer theirs one day as well." ---Stacy-Deanne

The Devil Has Many Faces featured in Romantic Times Magazine!

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. Sent to review the orchestra, Alvin becomes so enraptured by Madeline that he asks her if he can do a feature on her. The polite, yet elusive Madeline agrees to think it over while declining Alvin’s invitation for coffee. Alvin does not understand Madeline’s abrupt refusal to his invite and it makes him even more interested in getting close to her.

The last thing Madeline is looking for is love since she is harboring a secret that has the power to ruin any potential relationship. Convinced no man would love her enough to accept her situation, she fights off Alvin’s advances, but begins to fall in love with him.

Can Alvin convince Madeline to trust him and give into her feelings or is Madeline destined to spend her life alone?


Madeline ran out the door and hurried down the sidewalk toward her dark-blue Mazda.

Come on!

She dug in her purse for her keys.

The last thing I need is anyone asking questions.

“Madeline?” Alvin busted out the door. “Madeline?” He ran up behind her. “Wait!”

She stopped and sighed.

What do I say if he asks why I’m here? Of course, I can tell him to fuck off but then what? I wake up and the next thing I know another feature of me will be in the magazine?

She turned around.

Hold on. Why the hell is he here?

“Hey.” He squinted. “You okay?”

“Why?” She held the prescription note behind her back. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” She raised an eyebrow. “You saying I don’t look okay?”

“You look beautiful actually.”


She brushed her hair behind her ear.

I do like the way I feel when he looks at me. But, I can’t trust this man. He did a feature on me without my permission. Who does that?

She tilted her head.

I can’t lie and say I’m not a tiny bit attracted to him. Why does he like me though? Is he really interested in me or just my music?

“What are you doing here?” She avoided meeting his gaze.

“I’m here for my yearly checkup.” He swung his arms. “I gotta get my blood pressure medicine refilled.”

“You have high blood pressure?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, I just take the medicine because I like it.”

She grinned. “I guess your job can get stressful, huh? I’ve seen how some react when you give them bad reviews. I saw what that musician did to you on Twitter last year. I couldn’t deal with stuff like that.”

“No one likes a critic.” He clasped his hands in front of him. “That’s the nature of the job, but I love what I do. I love music, so that’s why I like to judge it and study it.” He gestured to her. “Why are you here?”

“I had to see my doctor.”

“Dr. Fox too?”

“No.” She crumpled up the prescription note. “It’s another doctor.”

“Oh.” He nodded. “Who?”

“Who?” She exhaled. “Is that really your business?”

He shrugged. “No, but I told you the name of my doctor.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t ask did I?”

His smile faded.

I hate being a bitch to him. He seems to be a nice guy but I can’t give him an inkling something can be between us when I know it’s impossible. Better to reject him now than hurt him later.

“Alvin, I told you I didn’t wanna see you again.”

“You don’t wanna see me because of the feature or something else? I’m sorry if doing the story hurt you. It wasn’t my intent.”

“Do you realize how many emails I’ve been getting since you wrote about me?” She touched her hair. “I mean…they’re nice and stuff but I didn’t want this to happen. You should’ve given me the choice.”

“I apologize, but I thought you’d be happy once you saw it.”

“Well, I wasn’t.” She held her arms to her sides. “I wasn’t.”

“I don’t know how to be with you.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Things that I thought would impress women don’t work on you.”

“I don’t like games or tricks. I’d rather know off the bat what you want. No bullshitting.”

“Okay.” He swallowed. “I wanna go out with you, and I wanna know more about your music.”

She sighed.

“How about I give you a chance to tell your own story this time?” He touched her arm. “I really am sorry if the piece offended you.”

“It didn’t offend me. It was a very flattering feature but—”

“You didn’t want it?”

She nodded. “I don’t like people doing things behind my back.”

“You might be glad to know it’s gotten a lot of attention. I got people calling me asking me more about you and how to reach you.”

“I don’t want anyone to reach me.”

“Why, Madeline?” He moved closer. “You’ve got a wonderful gift that you share with the world, but you don’t wanna share yourself?”

“I can’t.” She closed her eyes. “I can’t share myself with anyone else again.”

“Including me?”

She looked into his eyes. “Especially you.”

“Would you at least let me make things up to you? Can I take you out for that coffee?”


He pointed down the sidewalk. “There’s a Starbucks a few blocks away.” He poked her arm. “I can tell you wanna go.”

I do wanna go but I can’t go. I won’t set myself up for heartbreak and I won’t let you fall in love knowing you won’t wanna commit to someone like me. Not in a million years.

“I can’t go.” She shook her head. “I…no.”

“What about dinner tonight?”


“We can go anywhere you like. It’ll be my treat.”

“Just stop it okay?” She backed away from him. “Stop pushing. I can’t breathe.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not trying to push you, but I really wanna get to know you better.”

“That wouldn’t be smart.”

“Madeline, for God’s sake.” He leaned to the side. “What’s going on with you? I feel like you like me, but then you keep pushing me away. That’s…that’s not normal, Madeline.”

“You’re right.” She lifted her head. “It’s not normal but it’s how I have to be.” She turned to leave.

“Wait, please.” He grabbed her hand.

She dropped the prescription note.

He picked it up and looked at it. “Atrip—”

“Give me that!” She snatched it. “How dare you?”

“What kind of medicine is that? What is that for?”

“None of your business!” She stuffed the note into her purse. “How dare you read my prescription?”

“I only saw part of it but judging by your reaction there’s definitely more to the story. Are you okay?” He rubbed her arm. “Are you?”

She knocked his hand away. “Just leave me alone.”

A woman stared at them as she left the clinic.

“I don’t want anything from you, Alvin.” She went to her car. “The best thing to do is if we both act like we never met.”

“I can’t do that.” He remained on the sidewalk in front of her car. “I know we don’t know each other well but I care already.”

“I don’t want you to care! I don’t want anyone to care! I just want you to leave me alone! Please.”

“Just tell me you’re all right. What’s the medicine for?”

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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.”