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August 6, 2020



I was thinking about purple pansies when it happened. 

Just bumping along on my bicycle, down the narrow street that paralleled Magazine, while daydreaming of this particular little flower. It was right after sundown, which was my favorite part of the day to ponder things. I was a deep ponderer. Not deep thinker, mind you, because that would imply that I mused about profound, earth-shaking things...

January 6, 2020

Sneak Peek: Chapters 1-3


Chapter 1


“Would you like another beer?”

If I thought it would do any damn good, I’d have a hundred more. But it was no use. Nothing helped. It was only getting worse.

That meathead at the bar is staring at us again.

Please just be quiet for five minutes. I need to think.

Yeah, keep lookin’, asshole. I’m going to bloody your face good.

Christ. He wouldn’t shut up tonight. The intensity o...

December 12, 2017

Chapter One

Briar Rose cut an eerie silhouette into the moonlit night. Sharp turrets and massive battlements would be formidable to scale and climb for most men. And vampires. But not for Mikhail and his four brethren in the Bloodguard. They’d watched from the woodlands since sunset. Watched and waited.

Mikhail flicked a hand, signaling his men. As one, the hooded vampires melded with the shadows and flashed to the...

October 6, 2017

Click on the cover for The White Lily and read first chapter!

To the north of the Varis empire, a mysterious faction spreads propaganda against the vampire monarchy. Friedrich Volya, the Duke of Winter Hill, seeks to discover who they are before his uncle finds them first. King Dominik will punish the traitors with brutal force.

Local schoolteacher, the raven-haired Brennalyn, is on her own mission—to spy on the duk...

July 28, 2017


The voices in my head whisper louder, calling to their demon brethren. That’s how I know I’m in the right place. I see him across the dance floor. Music pumps loud. Laser lights flash. No one notices his red eyes glaring. Demon eyes. I follow his gaze to the bar, finding his target for the night. A black-haired beauty sips on a beer, completely oblivious to the fac...

May 18, 2017


Brennalyn smiled as she walked from one child to the next. At the end of the day, she’d spread

old scrap cloth on the schoolroom floor to catch paint drippings. They’d each claimed a spot and

now worked in contented silence. The first snow of the season hadn’t fallen yet and the northerly

wind was mild, so it was the perfect afternoon to prop the door open for ventilation and l...

March 13, 2017

“Oh, Domina. You make it hurt so good.”

Kat shoved her sword the rest of the way through the high demon’s chest, leaning her weight onto it until her blade cracked through him and into the sodden earth at his back.

“Why are so many of you bastards masochists?” she asked casually as black blood seeped from his wound, spreading across his white shirt.

He grinned, revealing a row of serrated fangs, his dark eyes bleedin...

November 20, 2016

“Now you need to be patient. Give it at least another six months before you go cliff diving again.”

The release of adrenaline still thrummed through my blood after using cold fire to heal the young Greyclaw. Though only thirteen years old, he already stood nearly my height at six and a half feet tall.

The boy’s mother sat silently behind him as he stretched out the injured wing. My cold fire had sealed up the deep g...

November 20, 2016

Princess Morga held her arms straight out at her sides, the silken folds of her white gossamer gown billowing in the night breeze. Seven torches encircled the sacred pool, representing the seven bright stars shining over the human kingdoms of the West.

Her two most loyal handmaidens stood on either side of her. They pushed up the sleeves of her gown and massaged the perfume-scented oil down her arms to her hands an...

September 28, 2016

Her pulse pounded hard, reverberating in my ears from across the clearing. Her fear was a pungent bitterness on the wind, so sharp, the tang on my tongue forced me to swallow hard. Her head swiveled in my direction. She knew I was there. She knew she was being hunted. But no matter how hard she peered through the trees, she find the predator, my dragon senses more acute and more refined than hers.

My arrow notched,...

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