She pens a variety of romance novels, including erotic, paranormal, passion, and home and hearth. Shortly thereafter, a raven flies into her loft. It tells the story of Allie Whirlwind, artist and shaman, and Raven, the man that comes to life after she paints a portrait of a raven-winged angel. It also seemed to me that Allie and Raven's sexual relationship was added as an afterthought. Her writing career began in 1998.
The resolution of the book also came very easily, it seemed to me, given the amount of build up about how powerful Zinna, the evil great-grandmother, would be when she returned. Whitefeather does her research, so I thought that was handled very well. One of her first professional make-up jobs was at the Playboy Mansion for a photo Sheri WhiteFeather is a national bestselling, award-winning author. So when I found a Bombshell written by her last year, I figured, why not? It taught me some things about owls and black birds. Prior to that, she worked as a make-up artist and leather artisan.
She has two grown children who are tribally enrolled members of the Muscogee Creek Nation. I've visited her website, read her excerpts, and I've been wanting to read a book of hers for a long time. Allie Whirlwind comes from a long line of powerful — and evil — witches. With my father a ghost, my sister a psychic, my great-grandmother a vengeful Apache witch and my mother on death row, I'm no stranger to the supernatural — or the struggle between good and evil. I have a few experiences with these animals.
They are omens of death. With my father a ghost, my sister a psychic, my great-grandmother a vengeful Apache witch and my mother on death row, I'm no stranger to the supernatural—or the struggle between good and evil. The character development is close to nonexistent. So all in all, not a terrible book, but a disappointment. Bombshells are not romance novels, but even by those more lenient standards the relationship that develops here is unconvincing.
They seem to completely fit in the world these characters inhabit. One night she paints a portrait of an angel as a protective figure to keep evil at bay. She has also written under the name Cherie Feather. . I wanted to read the line, I wanted to read the author.
As I hope the plot summary indicates, the storyline is very creative and unique. How much more perfect a match could it be? Raven has been cursed to live a hundred years with half a soul, forever separated from the woman he loved and destined for more torture when his century-long sentence ends. She's tapped into the story of an Apache warrior cursed by her great-grandmother, a powerful Apache witch who tormented him and his wife in life and continues to do so even though she's dead and theoretically power bound. This book suffers from that uncertainty. The Native American aspects throughout are consistently interesting.
The cast is only somewhat sketched out, and we learn little about them outside the confines of this story. The idea of Daniel as a sexy Native American geek is more interesting in concept than in execution. Then a mural painted in my image of crows and me coming to this dimension in this same body. The pace is fast, and I breezed through the book in a couple of hours. One of her first professional make-up jobs was at the Playboy Mansion for a photo shoot that featured Hugh Hefner. No mere bird, it transforms into a human male right before her eyes.
I think, if I remember correctly, one of the complaints about the Bombshell line was that the books never quite decided what they wanted to be. Newcomers should have no trouble jumping in without feeling too lost. The real-life history, such as his childhood years in a boarding school where the Americans tried to make the Apache children more like the whites, is empathetically portrayed, adding a level of realism to this supernatural tale. When I painted his image on canvas—this dark-winged warrior—I imagined an angel, but he's far more. Can they get off the mountain alive? If I don't find a certain talisman before the curse comes full circle, he'll suffer eternally. My painting released him from a spell, but the transformation was incomplete. A owl hooting when there was no owl and magpies and crows going insane when ever I walked by to sounding like they were choking to death.