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About Aleisha Maree
Aleisha Maree knew she was going to write... well, since forever.
As soon as she could read she wanted to be that escape for others. Words pulled her in and held her tight in a world that captivated your soul and took you on a journey.
She crafts sensual, sexy, tantalizing stories that weave together her love for darkness, pure passion and most of all human emotions which dance on the cusp of your soul.
She's from the south island of New Zealand born and raised in a tiny but extraordinary village called Wakefield which holds so much more than her heart.
She now lives in the North Island of New Zealand in another village called Wharepapa South with her husband and 6 kids on a dairy farm.
When she's not consumed by those beautiful humans, she's knee deep in writing, working on another work of art to captivate your soul and mind. To take you to the edge and back again.
She's a dark soul and introvert who loves nature and water, is insanely in love with coffee and reading.
She can always be found with her family with a book in her handbag and the wind in her hair.
Just keep an eye out for all the loud crazy kids and she will be like right there!
Website: aleishamaree.weebly.com
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Blog postAleisha Maree – Author Writer of dark romantic souls in leather and lace. Love found on the wings of the wind. Welcome to my website.
I’m wife to one amazing man who is the love of my life, my soul in this crazy world & I’m a Mumma bear to 6 little hell hounds (I mean kids ; ) lol ) that mean more to me than breathing.
I’m from a small village called Wakefield in the South Island of New Zealand it’s the most beautiful stunning part of this fantast5 years ago Read more -
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Titles By Aleisha Maree
Like sap from a broken tree limb...
Tears and suffering form, charring to Ash hidden deep within.
It spreads out inside with nowhere to go.
My past is a nightmare I can't run from.
It follows me, touches me inside the darkness of the long cold lonely nights when the neon sign turns off and the music dies.
I'm left with nothing but chaotic thoughts bound tight around my ribcage, taking the air inside my lungs.
Deadly obsessions become a violent game of cat and mouse hide and seek.
A story so familiar but yet so unique.
His eyes hurt me.
His touch can freeze my soul.
I can't seem to escape.
Until him…
The owner of the club I work at.
The Mafia Boss of the underworld.
A man that's so dangerous chaos follows.
I fall unexpectedly into his arms on that dark, gray, rainy night.
He takes me as his wife.
Now it's my new husband who is the villain in my new life…
with love being the deadliest lie of all.
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Aleisha Maree - King of Sins
One night in the rain it all comes crashing down.
A place he fought to belong, knowing he was different, hated, even feared.
You are not what we want for her. Those words ricocheted inside his mind. Taunting.
Haunting.
Breaking his soul. He tried to numb the pain with substances.
Until the substances didn't work anymore.
He moved to bloodshed and violent desires to feed the demons that festered inside his soul.
For mistakes he made.
Each time his pager dinged a reminder, a heartbreak, that destroyed them both.
Until the pages stop.
His body went from numb to chaotic. His demons rattled in their cages screaming, shaking, begging for the key he held to release them into the world.
They saved him, when he needed it the most.
Gave him a place to unleash his demons.
The chaos silenced the anger.
Chaos Bleeds MC became more than a brotherhood, it became a home, where he walked his darkest walk inside the walls of pure chaos that caused one's body to hum.
Two years slipped past.
Two painful years. Each day he thought of her. Each night he dreamed of her. Each step he took muscle memory formed of memories all of her. Like a never-ending story on a sepia filter film roll.
One message on his pager changed it all. Nobody can love her like I did and nobody can hurt her like I did. Now there are 509 Miles of thinking; what will be the first words that leave my mouth to say to her that could fix the damage I caused on that one rainy night in June.
Hawk is President of the Lone Cobra's at a time when war is looming between his club and others in the area.
Tension is thick in the air but Valentine's Day is looming and Hawk has plans to be with his lady miles away in New York.
Problem is, his lady doesn't know he has plans to be with her and he arrives to an unexpected and unwelcome surprise.
In the process of drowning his sorrows in a downtown bar, Hawk is poleaxed by another surprise. It's all happening on this Valentine's Day but will hearts be broken?
Published by S. Horsnell
T/A Cocky Romance Publishing
A.B.N. 57 357 599 847
Layton has left the world he knew, far behind, after being scorned by love and is hiding out high up in the mountains. It's here where his heart and soul have found the peace he was seeking.
So what is it that brings these two fragile souls together at a time of year which should be joyous?
Published by S. Horsnell
T/A Cocky Romance Publishing
A.B.N. 57 357 599 847
Luca walked out of her life leaving Luna with a broken heart and at the mercy of a ruthless father.
When he returns, he doesn't find the shy, nervous girl he left, in her place is a woman, a confident Mafia Boss.
Can Luna forgive Luca for leaving her at a time when she needed him the most?
Will she risk having her heart broken all over again?
And, how does Christmas piece the puzzle together?
Published by S. Horsnell
T/A Cocky Romance Publishing
A.B.N. 57 357 599 847
Be beautiful.
Embrace the rainbow.
Weird is beautiful.
This was my mantra.
My name is Lucy, and I am the weird girl. I have Tourette’s with a side dish of Asperger’s. I am also a twin.
My dad always says weird is beautiful, Lucy. I do not feel it. I do not believe it, nor do I believe the words of my own mantra.
School after school are all the same. Weird looks, judgement, snickers under breaths behind my back in corridors and classrooms. Bullies after bullies. Cheer squads and jocks, it’s all the same torture and torment just a different setting inside different walls.
This school was no different, nor were the kids inside it. But then there was Colton King….
He is all kinds of badness wrapped inside an edgy soul that is hiding so much more behind dark eyes. He has secrets and he’s sinned.
And I have gained his attention which in turn has thrown more shade towards the neon sign that screams look at me...
Over here...
The new freak show of Deep Creek High.
Craving.
Longing.
Needing.
Fighting.
The in-between world where time was my enemy and it held so much power over me.
A hypnotic glaze of fire and ice.
We met. We stared into each other’s eyes. We knew. We felt. We were destined to be.
But my world was on fire. An inferno, a hell so hot even the devil stepped back.
She was hiding in the dark that I breathed in. Lived in. Bathed in.
The nightmares became our home as our silent world spoke loud to each other.
Ghosts that never left us become louder and more present as we tried to entwine together.
Confusion.
Battles.
Hearts.
Minds.
Love
Become more than a fantasy as we fell and fell hard.
Fleeting seconds of nightmares became alive in moments where happy could live.
But then we woke up.
I am Knox 'The Assassin' Ambrose.
I loved an angel, yet couldn't keep her. These hands of mine, they make people bleed. They rain down pain upon sweet pain. Break a man's bones with just one swift southpaw to the jaw. I'm an Assassin of mens bodies and womens hearts.
I don't do nice.
I'm raw, rough and unwavering in my quest to be the best. I feed on my enemy's hate, turning it into power and strength.
I know how to fight with my fists but I also know how to destroy you without a single touch. I fucking clawed my way to the top and that is where I'll stay. No need to seek the warmth of a woman's arms as I had them all falling at my feet, then like a south paw to the jaw she was there.
Stuck in my minds eyes, haunting my dreams and etching in under my skin. The more this new beauty holds my attention, the more I lose of my angel, the one who first saved me. To top it off, she has her eyes, so every time I look at her, I'm reminded of what I've lost. She's taking over my senses and turning my brutal world upside down.
Gone is the Knox my angel loved, instead I'm fighting harder than ever before. Maybe just maybe I can find that love my soul craves. Miss Blue-James; can she accept the monster I've become?
She has her own deep, dark secrets and evil is chasing her tail, seeking to bring her down.
But the evil hell bent on destroying her, hasn't met me yet. I won't fail her the way I failed my angel.
Tick Tock goes the clock.
1,2,3,4,5 counting was my thing I knew how many steps it took for the seedy men to arrive at my door, I knew how many steps it took to reach work, and now I know how many steps it takes for the boy with the dragon tattoo to reach me to wrap me in his arms and kiss me like he requires me to breath.
Broken and loaded with such body numbing anxiety and panic attacks I shake like a leaf. I hide behind a thick veil of midnight black hair. He showed me that love happens even in the dark.
His name is Ghost and is the VP to the Reapers Reign MC he's dark and has demons that rival mine own deep dark secrets he saw more than the broken girl who lives on the 6th floor of the hell that I call home in Queens.
Ghost
I'm completely unhinged. The Reapers Reign use me as their in-house tormenter. I love to cut and dice, oh let's not forget burn. My weapons of choice is a switchblade. Throw in a blow torch for good measure cause well why the hell not? Falling in love with me is not a fucking option, I'm the devil in a tattooed body. I'm unstable, dark, a fucken unhinged lunatic. I keep all women at arm's length. I have not encountered one yet that can handle the dark I occupy, the anger I possess. I have a dangerous desire for pain and blood, and well some get a tad squeamish.
That was until I laid eyes on Timberly Roe.
I'm Knox Ambrose, better known as Assassin, the MMA Fighter.
Women fall at my feet, I love them hard, raw and unforgiving.
Shatter them and leave them to pick up the broken pieces of their soul.
I'm broken.
I could never be what they want me to be.
I pull them under to save myself.
I can't save you.
Can you save me?
Published by S. Horsnell
T/A Cocky Romance Publishing
A.B.N. 57 357 599 847
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