He depends on the kindness of strangers.
Fremont:  As mining geologist, I scouted out uranium on the rez.  My boss was an unstable tyrant who would tolerate no deviance from his sociopathic plan.  I found uranium, all right—making the Navajo hogans glow, their corn shine green from space, their cattle keel over, twisted and deranged.
It was a game-changer when I realized what decades of this poison was doing to the people.  And a chance meeting with the white priest who had chosen his own deviance in the desert, well, my destiny was changed forever.  I’ve been down, but I haven’t been out.  And Father Moloney is the premier guide to assist me on this coming out journey. 
Father Noel:  A cancer invaded our land.  My parishioners were dying at a high rate, their limbs gnarled, fingers fused together, useless.  But I never expected my crisis of faith to come in the form of a built, ripped geologist.
I dreamt of Fremont’s arrival, his backpack bristling with scientific instruments.  He holds…


THE BARE BONES MC.This series follows the adventures (mortal, death-defying, angst-filled and sometimes hilarious) of the motorcycle club in Arizona, near the present-day town of Sedona.  Ford Illuminati doesn't realize he's founded a club that will go down in infamy, whether it's on the right side of the law or the wrong.
THE BENT ZEALOTS MC. Ride along with the gay Arizona MC as they battle the Bad Guy.  It might be in the form of cartels, the government, or even other brothers.  Founder Turk Blackburn celebrates that they are bent and loving it, even if they go down fighting.

THE ASSASSINS OF YOUTH MC.Our breakout boys go up against some pretty orthodox polygynists in southern Utah.  Saving the women who don't want to be there is only part of their job.  Taking the town back from the righteous is the rest.

MY STANDALONE BOOKS. Check out the sagas of one hot, conflicted priest in THE EMERALD TRIANGLE.  And to round things…


What a long, strange trip it's been.  I've been publishing novels for over fifteen years now.  First I wrote historical fiction under my real name, Karen Mercury.  Then Karen branched out into erotic romance with Siren Publishing.

Layla Wolfe was born out of an insane desire to describe the lives of some of the people I grew up with—the gritty, unwanted, unloved, resourceful, independent folks I associated with, men as well as women.  It was a rough and tumble life for some of us, living hand to mouth.  I used to sleep in people's cars, waking and running when they opened the door to go to work.  After smoking their cigarettes, of course.

So I figured, why not flesh out these larger-than-life characters?  I've been blessed with amazing readers who "get" my unusual combo of angst, tragedy, and comedy.