Isabelle Drake

For me, writing fiction is much like making a dish to take to a potluck dinner. I create the best possible product, using all the skills I’ve acquired to date, with the intent of bringing pleasure and satisfaction—from start to finish—to whoever wants what I’ve produced. My potluck dish is usually a cake because cakes are what I make best. Chocolate cakes with homemade chocolate cream cheese frosting are what I get asked for most, so I often make those. I bake mine in a simple, disposable foil pan. I know that there will be other cakes at the potluck, maybe a fancy one with fresh fruit across the top or a delicate five layer torte served on a glass plate. That doesn’t matter to me. At the potluck, I set my cake on the table alongside the others and leave it unattended. Not everyone will reach for mine; some will take a piece of the one covered in fruit or a slice of the torte. Their preferences are okay with me; different people like different things. When it comes to mine, I don’t c...

FATE UNBOUND, included in the NECTAR OF THE GODS anthology, now available as a single from Total-E-Bound. Forced to leave her homeland of ancient Greece, Taryn must search modern day LA for the one man who will tame her wild heart. The Oracle has dictated that she must submit to all men who approach her. In doing so, she will find the single man who desires submission to her, then, and only then, may she return to her beloved home. Adrian, frustrated by being forced live as an unrecognized son of Zeus, seeks his fate from The Oracle. The Oracle has a dictate for him as well, he must be patient, accept what comes to him, and never act on his own desires--especially those of the flesh. In doing so, he will, when the time is right, receive the recognition as Zeus’s son. Ms. Drake delves into Taryn and Adrian’s story with abandon and delivers a sensual twist that will leave you breathless. --Dawn, Love Romances and More Blogger update: This book is now available from Isabelle...

COWBOY FOR HIRE by Isabelle Drake Available now from Cerridwen Press from CHAPTER ONE: Lang Thompson eased his foot off the worthless brake pedal and waited for the red Arizona dust to clear. A board swung above the cab of his truck, once, twice, three times. The rusty nail holding it gave up the fight and the weathered two-by-four smacked across the hood with a weary thump. One more dent wasn’t going to matter. He pushed back his beat-up Stetson, mumbling a string of words that in his childhood would’ve earned him an afternoon in the milk house. He didn’t need this. Outside his window a hairy, black Australian shepherd barked and waved its tail. “You don’t need to tell me, I see the mess.” For a split second he considered backing out and leaving. The way the place looked, the owner probably wouldn’t even notice the new gaping hole. No, he didn’t want any unfinished business hanging over his head when he hit the highway again to head south, away from the miserable ...