Starlight Key is a world drenched in rich story lines, unforgettable characters and twin flame soul bonds. It's a place where love always wins and twin flames ignite the magic. Where immortals and angels, witches and werewolves, hide in the shadows, where bondage and domination, a secret society and an ancient legend all live. It is never one story, but many threads all weaving together in harmony to tell an epic tale of love and heartache, dark and light, soul mates and Twin Souls.

In Starlight Key sex transcends the holy realms and eroticism is intensely spiritual. There is a magical power, awakened only when twin souls unite that brings balance to the unseen layers of our world, calming the grieving mind and healing the tortured heart, fusing in the most powerful physical bliss anyone will ever know.

Open your mind to a new way of story telling and be prepared to surrender your heart to the Key.



Harbor Gardens Waterfront ~ Episode 6

Harbor Key ~ Surfside Plaza ~

“When I said I wanted to take you out to dinner, I had sort of meant, alone.” Beck leaned close and lowered his voice so only Summer would hear him.
She inhaled his sexy, woodsy cologne and snickered as their small group made their way to where the band set up was.
“If I had realized that—” She smirked up at him. “—I wouldn’t have said yes.” She touched his cheek somewhat patronizingly.
It wasn’t true, she knew exactly what he meant, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to be alone with him. This was Beck, after all, the man who drove all her teenage girl fantasies and all of a sudden he was interested in her? They’d been hanging out for more than a week now and every time he’d come by, she’d make an excuse not to be alone with him. She half figured he’d get bored and disappear, but he hadn’t. The whole thing was surreal and she wasn’t sure she could trust it yet.
Plus, she’d had very legitimate reasons to change their plans. There was the water gun fight in the pool that just happened to be going on when he arrived to take her to lunch and she needed him to referee, it was very important. There was the impromptu barbecue she’d decided to throw in Drys’ honor on the same day she and Beck may have been planning a walk along the beach… but in her defense, they had taken a walk along the beach… just not alone. Like the movie she was going to see with him the other night. It wasn’t her fault that Isabelle had insisted going along.
“So Grey’s gone now?” Cay asked as they neared the tables.
“You’re off duty, Cay. And he told me to tell you that too.” Beck grinned.
He did have the most adorable smile.
“Anyone have a table preference?” Drys asked the group.
It was so nice having Cay with them this time, even if she had decided to wear painter’s overalls and glasses. Isabelle was dressed prettily in a long blue sundress and her blonde hair was piled partly atop her head, the rest hanging down her back. Drys of course was in his usual, jeans and a black tee and she had elected to wear white pants and a pink tank with a white blouse laying open over it.
Since no one had a preference, Drys led them to a large table right at the stage. Beck held her chair and the two men went to get drinks for everyone.
“So is this still, not a date?” Cay leaned across the table and grabbed Summer’s hand.
Summer pressed her lips together really wishing everyone would stop asking her that.
“No, this is a reconnaissance mission. We’re going to find out more about Izzy’s guitar player.”
“Hey!” Isabelle protested.
“Don’t argue with me, that dress says it all.” Summer hoped she made her point and if not, she at least hoped she had managed to deflect attention off her and Beck.
Isabelle’s mouth dropped open. She looked down her dress then up to Summer and finally Cay.
“It’s just a dress.” She moved her hands up and down her body displaying the dress.
“Summer’s just trying to get us not to talk about her and Beck.” Cay gave Summer a look that said she would not be fooled, then looked back to Isabelle. “And you look lovely.”
The men rejoined them and set the drinks down on the table, a variety of concoctions, colors and glass shapes. Summer noticed the band had arrived and were beginning to set up. She also noticed when Nik saw Isabelle. He smiled and waved, not to the table, to Isabelle.
Isabelle turned a light pink and waved back. It was adorable and Summer was more convinced than ever

Harbor Gardens Waterfront ~ Episode 5

Starlight Key ~ The Red Diamond

“Drago…” Kaylee suddenly seemed concerned.
“What?” He’d do anything to make this right between them, she just needed to tell him how.
“You left Kahri unbound.” She pointed to the carved wooden bathroom door.
“Yes, but there’s no exit in there and I’m giving her weir-root. She has no powers.”
Kaylee started for the door, her long dark skirts rustling as she raced past him.
“No, she has no dark-soul magic.” She unstrapped the door and flung it open. “She still has earth magic.”
She turned to look at Drago, panic filling her usually tranquil emerald eyes.
His heart stopped as he scanned the room… it was empty.
His blood ran cold as the realization of just how badly he fucked up settled on him. He stared into the room, marble floors, marble tiled walls, rich wood antiques… including the mirror over the bathroom door. He loved this room because of its antiques, but now looking into the mirror, he just cringed.
He’d been so concerned about Kaylee, and how hurt she was, that he hadn’t thought his actions with Kahriescie through. He’d thrown her in the bathroom with total disregard and now she was gone. Out of his grasp, just like that.
He groaned and ran both hands through his hair.
“She hasn’t been gone long.” Kaylee placed her hand on the mirror. “God, Drago, mirror teleportation is magic 101.”
She pushed a potted fern out of the way and climbed up on the countertop as she continued to feel the mirror as if she could read it.
“How am I supposed to know that? I don’t make it a habit of cavorting with your kind Kaylee. You know this.” In his agitation, his tone was sharper than he had intended.
She froze for a moment and looked at him with hurt openly displayed in her expression.
“I’m sorry.”
It was all he could say. He’d made nothing but mistakes with her for the past twenty four hours and there wasn’t time now to make any kind of amends.
“Never mind, Drago. All that matters right now is… bitch!” She turned to look at him. “She’s at my place.”

Harbor Gardens Waterfront ~ Episode 4

Starlight Key ~ The Red Diamond

Flames filled the cave, casting their amber-orange glow up the rock walls and across the top. The heat was so great it melted and fused the stone particles, the ground melted. Drago’s fleshed burned. The heat seared his memory. He couldn’t breathe.
It was the nightmare again.
He turned into his pillow, his long dark hair getting caught beneath him, but as consciousness took him, so did the familiar rage.
He sprung up from the bed knowing he had to calm the rage or it would consume him.
The adjoining bathroom was his only reprieve. Sunlight spilled into the antique styled room through a frosted floor to ceiling window at the end of the luxurious space. He reached for the sleek faucet and splashed cold water over his face again and again, not careful about his movements, allowing water to splash across the countertops, onto ferns leaves, soft golden towels and onto the tile flooring.
He shook the memories, but couldn’t entirely block out the look on his brother’s face in that last horrible moment, the moment he succumbed to the flames. He could smell the burning hair and flesh, but it was the look of shock that quickly faded into acceptance that was a constant burning wound to his soul. That look… and then he was gone… simply… gone.
He roared in agony.
The Nay-chi are immortal.
He gripped the stone bathroom counter with both hands and stared at his reflection in an oval shaped mirror framed in thick cherry wood.
“We are immortal.”
It’s all he could think of again and again. Those flames shouldn’t have consumed him, there should have been a body. There should have been a re-birth.
But there was nothing.
Santiago was simply gone, not even ashes remained.
He turned from the mirror.
Nothing was going to ease this pain.
All he could think about were those last moments. Why had they both been caught in the witch’s magic? Why hadn’t they been able to move? Was it something in her spell that had overridden Santiago’s immortality?
He wanted answers.
He needed them.
As much as he wanted to blame all of this on the witch, something happened to their species when they crossed the barrier from the holly realms to the mortal realms. Their immortality… it wasn’t a given any longer. He knew too many of his own kind that had aged, grown weak, and even died.
He pressed his back against white marble tile and closed his eyes.
So much had happened since they’d been given the simple task of watching over the humans until the holy ones could restore the breach between realms. Now, theirs was a dwindling species and those left, most had turned their backs on the beliefs and traditions of their kind.
It was the darkest time he’d ever seen and there seemed no help or hope for it. Through it all, though, he personally clung to his faith, to his belief in Annari and the other gods who had charged him with this task, but to watch Santiago cease to exist, he didn’t think he’d ever get passed this. He found himself wondering what the point to any of it was. They’d failed. In truth they failed the first moment one of their kind had weakened and bred with one of the humans.
He groaned and ran his hands over his face.
He had to stop seeing Santiago’s expression in his every waking moment. It had been eight months and all the justice his brother would ever receive had already been meted out… thanks to him.
The irritated female voice scratched across his skin like the sharpest diamond tipped talons, opening wounds so quickly and precisely it was shocking.
He refused to answer her.
He drew in deep breaths and grabbed the edge of the marble counter again. Staring into the mirror he realized he was looking old, but then, that was relative really.
He was more earth years than he could count, but he noticed his long dark hair starting to streak with grey and wrinkles appearing around his eyes and across his forehead.
He blamed the last year of this life.
“Drago, do you really want me to piss all over your bed?” The voice was even more irritated this time yet, as always, was indignant and held a note of arrogance.
Drago growled and turned towards the bedroom.
“I don’t particularly give wild horse fuck what you do, Kahriescie.”
He leaned out of the bathroom just enough to stare at the woman lying in his bed,

Harbor Gardens Waterfront ~ Episode 3

Starlight Key ~ La Maison de Paix et de Solitude

“Things are hopping downstairs are you…”
Rysa held up one finger, stopping Vernox in midsentence. She sat behind her secretary’s desk, playing with the velvety leaves of an African violet while she spoke on the phone, and old hand held, plug into the wall type phone. The lighting was dim, and Vernox was shirtless, the candle light made his skin glow and it was a delightful visual.
“Yeah, ok, so let me know anything you hear.” She was disheartened as she disconnected the call.
“Sorry, didn’t realize you were busy. Everything okay?” He came over to her side of the desk, leaned back on it and took her hand in his, resting both against his thigh.
The simple motion threw a spotlight on her concerns. There was something not right with her, she was craving touch, even the slight contact now was like nourishment for her soul. Vernox was one of the few people she trusted enough to allow him to touch her, so she let him feed her need, but she couldn’t push away the fear that something more was going on with her than she understood.
“I’m looking for Drago. I haven’t heard from him for a few days.” Internally she cringed at how overly protective and maternal she just sounded.
“He’s disappeared for longer, sweetheart. I know you have taken on the mother hen role with him and Ana, but…”
“I’ve heard rumors that Tallon is back on the Key.” She cut him off because she knew the information she held would stop his protest flat.
And it did.
She saw concern slowly fill his eyes.
“It’s just a rumor.” She was the one suddenly reassuring him.
“Right.” He seemed openly distracted now.
“I hate it when you go down to one word responses, means you’re thinking.” She pressed her lips into a thin disapproving line.
He squeezed her hand, stood and pulled her into his arms. He was undeniably handsome, his hair was shaved close to his head with symbols and shapes cut into it. His body was sprinkled with tribal looking tattoos that she knew were so much more and his clean shaven face showed a clef in his chin.
“You know you’re safe. You know none of us will let him near you. Right?” He stroked his hand gently down her back.
She was torn between accepting his affections and turning him away. She absently pushed at her long hair that she had loosely piled atop her head. She was used to being the strong one who didn’t need intimacies from men. She facilitated them for everyone else, but she kept her own needs and desires strictly locked down. Lately it was becoming more and more difficult.
“I’m not worried for me, I’m worried for Drago. I owe him my life and…”
“Shhhhh.” He pulled her closer. “He’s fine. If he weren’t, I’d feel it.”
She breathed a little easier, because he was right. Vernox and Drago shared secrets and history and a connection that made them closer than brothers. If Drago were in trouble, Vernox would most likely know.
“Of course you would.” She pulled out of his arms just enough to look at him. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.”
She touched his cheek, then removed herself entirely and moved closer to the fire. It was mid-summer on a tropical island and yet she was cold… as always.
“How are things going with Paula?” She rubbed her hands together before the fire, but its warmth never seemed to penetrate.
“Well. I think she’s getting everything she was looking for.” Vernox walked closer, but this time kept distance between them.
“Wonderful. I have another girl coming in soon and I have no one to assign her to.” She chewed on her lower lip and decided to run her mad scheme past Vernox. “I was thinking of recruiting Beck.”
Vernox let out one sharp bark of laughter, then immediately resumed his usual serious exterior.
“Sorry.” He smiled like a naughty little boy.
“I know. I know. But I’m desperate and he’s the best man I know for the job.”
“Rysa, you know he’d do about anything for you, but not this.”

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The Seduction of Anne Ruby

The Seduction of Anne Ruby

Meet Anne and Grey before they entered the world of Starlight Key and experience their love story first hand.

Hollywood heartthrob Grey Hendrix only needs a single glance to know Anne Ruby is his perfect submissive. Despite her innocence and resistance, every time she looks at him, he sees the truth revealed in her eyes.

Anne’s experiences with men have not ended well, but she admits she’s never met a man quite like Grey. He already stars in all her secret fantasies, but can she find the courage to let him turn those fantasies into reality?

Time may be against them, Anne may be unsure, but at the game of bondage, domination, and seduction, Grey’s a master, and he's already decided she will be his.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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