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I'm so proud to announce that The Heart of Hannen has placed in the Los Angeles Book Festival 2017, receiving runner-up in the romance category. The Leader of Lors was awarded an honorable mention.

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Went to see Assassin's Creed, only to find that it was based on inherited memories, something I touch upon in Dark Horse, one of my short stories from Thing Bailiwick. I mean, it only makes sense. If the same nose can be passed down through generations, the same slanted eyes, the same cleft chin, then why not the same memories. We see it all the time, a child who can play like Beethoven without a single lesson, a woman suddenly speaking a foriegn language. Is it a miracle, or simply someone tapping into inherited memories? Hmmm.
Thing Bailiwick: A Collection of Horror

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It's time for ghouls and goblins and ghosts. It's time for vampires and werewolves and zombies. You can find all these and more in my collection of short stories, Thing Bailiwick, now on sale for .99 through Oct. 31.

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I'm so grateful to all who take the time to write reviews. Your kind words are what inspire me to spend hour upon hour trying to hone my craft. These are just some of the words you have used to describe my writing. Thank you all so much!


Magical, gripping, masterful, powerful, intense, OMFG!, electrifying, brilliant, gothic, bloody, spooky, gross, disgusting, scary, gruesome, chilling, original, breathtaking, poetic, shocking, heartwrenching, twisted, enthralling, horrific, dark, fantastic, dramatic, explosive, stunning, sizzled, passionate, phenomenal, delicious.

I'm excited to announce that King Kynneth, the third and final book in The Atriian Trilogy has just gone live on Amazon Kindle. To celebrate I'll be putting Books I and II on sale for .99 for 1 week only, Aug 18-24.


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I'm proud to announce that Thing Bailiwick; A Collection of Horror is a semi-finalist in the Kindle Book Review Awards under the horror category. The winner will be announced in November, so wish me luck! The link below will show the list of semi-finalists.






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With the completion of the third novel in the Atriian Trilogy, I've decided to include a map of Atriia. Check this out.





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Here he is. Our first look at King Kynneth. Christine isn't happy to be in his clutches, and I don't blame her one bit.

After nearly three months, my newest novel, Thing Bailiwick; A Collection of Horror, has finally received its first review. I never know how readers will receive my writing. It’s unorthodox. It’s unconventional. It’s unchristian. It’s uneverything. They might consider it the scribblings of a moron or the scribings of a genius. One never knows. So when a book critic writes that it’s “one of the most powerful collections I've read thus far” it gives me hope. That my work is validated in this fashion is encouraging indeed. I guess I’ll keep plugging along. Thank you, Damnetha Jules from Horror Palace. Thank you.

The world was a hazy gray.
It was not her world.
It was his. And he was a devon who knew no mercy.

She knew mercy.
She had wept as she held Reeva where she lie writhing and moaning upon the floor. She had rocked her, comforted her, pleaded to her for forgivings. Then she had crawled to the bunker to fetch the down pillow.

Aya, she knew mercy.
She had sat upon Reeva…had leaned in her weight, ignoring the hands clawing at the pillow, ignoring the legs kicking.

She knew compassion.
She was rocking with racking pain where she sat cradling Reeva’s head. With trembling fingers, she closed the departed eyes, then brushed the blood from the parted lips. She ran fingertips along the bridge of the largest nose she had ever seen, and tucked hair behind ears that could rival a tippet’s.

She knew hatred.
She curled her fingers about the blade’s hilt and dragged it close, sliding it along cold polished tiles. She closed her eyes tight, shutting out his world, shutting out Reeva’s pale face in her lap, shutting out the goggling guards in the doorway. They’d been given strict instructings not to interfere. She had been given instructings as well. She had one turning to carry them out before Breea’s head would join Fiora’s.

She opened her eyes and lifted the blade.
The world was gray.
It wasn’t her world.
It was his, and he knew no mercy.
He knew no mercy.

(A small snippet from King Kynneth)