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Perhaps it's because I was a singer for so long, my writing must flow like a song. I will rewrite a sentence again and again until it has the right rhythm.

I'm proud to announce that The Heart of Hannen was awarded runner-up in the 2014 New York Book Festival Competition in the category of romance. The Leader of Lors came in right behind it with an honorable mention.

I've only just recently realized how much Disney has influenced my life and my writing. I grew up in the fantasy world of Disney. I had a collection of records of all the classics which came with follow-along picture books; Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Bambi, Dumbo, Robin Hood, Peter Pan, Pinocchio. Beauty and the Beast was my first paranormal romance. I was obsessed with these fantastic tales that took me to exciting places. There were elements of romance that were very sweet. But there were also elements of horror that fascinated me. Snow White's travels through the dark and haunted forest were terrifying. I shivered and shrieked. My heart pounded, my blood pumped. My scalp crawled. I loved it!

In my teens, I became a hopeless horror junkie. I just couldn't get enough. Stephen King was my favorite fix and I'm still addicted to him to this day. The Stand, The Shining, It, Carrie, Cujo, Salem's Lot: I devoured all of his classics. Still, my love of fantasy remained. Tolkien's, The Hobbit, captured my heart. I loved how it was laced with horror - goblin-like, bulgy-eyed Gollum slithering about in eerie underground tunnels. Most of my short stories are horror, and it bleeds through quite often in my fantasy/romance novels. I blame Disney and Stephen King for this.

One of my favorite books of all time, however, is Watership Down by Richard Adams. The world that Adams created around rabbits, of all things, is astounding. He is truly a gifted writer. Though I always loved animals, it was the story of Bambi that first introduced me to the idea that they had thoughts and feelings. I adored all of the characters, especially Thumper. I still cry every single time Bambi's mother gets killed, damn it! Much of my writing involves animals in some shape or form, and I totally blame both Disney and Adams for this.

I believe it was a productive Kindle Countdown Deal for The Heart of Hannen. It reached the top 100 in the following categories (if only for a few precious moments):

#49 in Books>Literature & Fiction>Genre Fiction>Horror>Dark Fantasy

#53 in Books>Romance>Fantasy

#55 in Kindle Store>Kindle Ebooks>Literature & Fiction>Horror>Dark Fantasy

Thank-you to everyone who purchased a copy!

Sam’s jaw tightened. “I’m trying to be patient, Christa. To give you time to come to terms with your fate. Surent yon must see was fating did land yon at Zeria. Was fating did land me there five segs later. Why do yon think you passed through the bathing room at the exact grain I was using it?”

“I heard a roggi,” she replied defiantly.

He fingered the beard in his lap, his eyes glittering dangerously. “You were decked as one pleasurer.”

“At least I had clothes on.”

He grinned devilishly. “Yon did tremble as one tippet.”

“You had a blade to my throat.”

“Yon did near fall in faint.”

“And yon did near get kicked in the kagege.”

A rumbling sounded in his chest, a throaty chuckle that sent an unpleasant tingling down her spine. She folded her hands coolly in her lap. “When did you know it was me?”

His grin vanished. “The grain yon eyes met mine. The grain mine heart began to beat again.”

A sneak preview of Thing Bailiwick; A Collection of Horror
Projected release date-October 2015
Ghosts, goblins, ghouls, zombies, vampires, and momsters as you've never seen them before.







Only a monster would do what I’m about to do. The thought of it sickens me. I feel numb. Not just my body. My mind. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to look down at the meat cleaver in my hand. I just want to go back inside, slip into my warm bed and fall sound asleep. After I do this, I probably won’t ever sleep again. I’m not a monster. I’m not. I’m just a mom who wants to protect her children. I don’t want to do this. I have to. It all started eight days ago. That’s when I first saw D.

The new flames flickering to life at the hearth blurred through the welling tears. “Stop it, Sam,” she whispered. “You’re doing exactly what Lor Zeria did. Using my love for my children against me.”

“Is the children I am trying to protect, Christa!” he rasped with vehemence. “I love them also. Bixten and Deele as much as Becca. Deele will nayat be safe at Cas LaRosse. Neither will you when King Kynneth learns you live.”

She turned her face to him. “King Kynneth?”

Sam gave a dubious grin. “Those at Brice do nayat speak well of the new Leader of Lors. Seems same has claimed the all-powerful title of King and does threaten battlement on any lor who might refuse him such. Where might he have heard of such a title, mine dearest Christa?”

She lowered her eyes. “I may have mentioned it.”

At fifty thousand words, I am now about one third of the way through writing King Kynneth, Book III in The Atriian Trilogy. For those of you urging me to please hurry, I'm sorry for being such a slow writer. I agonize over every sentence, wanting it to be perfect. I can't help it.
In the end, I think it will be worth the wait!

Her shoulders were slumped where she sat slouched upon the bench. Staring numbly into the bath, she wondered how the water could possibly look the same as when she’d first entered. With the amount of tears she’d shed, it should have been overflowing and salty as any sea. An hour of soaking had not eased her angst. She mourned for the thousands of ganist marching to their deaths, could feel the weight of them upon her shoulders, a beastly burden crushing the life from her.

She looked down to the hands folded in her lap, then back to water, surprised it wasn’t blood red. She had done all she could. Now she only wished to return hailing as soon as huganisly possible. She pined for her children, an aching in her heart that had escalated over the sols to the point of agony.

Pulling the towel from her hair, she buried her face in it as she surrendered to sobs, they racking her, rocking her.

Thing Bailiwick: A Collection of Horror, kindle edition, will be on sale for .99 from October 22 - 28. Just in time for Halloween!


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