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2011-10-02

  04:45:04 pm, by

PunkinHead now available at Amazon.com

 

I'm happy to announce that my horror story PunkinHead is now available for Kindle at Amazon.com.

Here is another short excerpt.

Hope you enjoy it!

 

Blurb:

The old legend warns that you should never keep a pumpkin past Christmas. He should have paid attention. As our skeptical gardener is about to find out, a vampire pumpkin is a very bad thing to have around the house.

 

Excerpt 2 from PunkinHead:

Sunlight blazed a defiant ray into the alley. I followed its arc. Realization hit me suddenly. All those bodies and not a drop of blood anywhere.

The pumpkin squatted on the porch. Ripe and plump.

I snatched another bag from the shed. The cursed thing was going in this morning’s trash. This time, I wouldn’t forget.

Its eyes narrowed as I approached. I swore they did. Even though they were no more than the same orange slices of pumpkin I’d carved myself last Halloween. It bared its teeth, and I cursed myself for not giving it a stupid, toothless grin.

I pounced, covering it with the bag. I cinched the top closed and hauled, but it refused to budge from the porch. Scooping my hands beneath it, I attempted to yank it off the railing.

Razor-sharp teeth tore into my hand...

 

 

2011-10-01

  02:13:20 pm, by

Now Available - PunkinHead

 

Just in time for Halloween, my horror story PunkinHead is now available!

 

Blurb:

The old legend warns that you should never keep a pumpkin past Christmas. He should have paid attention. As our skeptical gardener is about to find out, a vampire pumpkin is a very bad thing to have around the house.

 

Excerpt from PunkinHead:

 

Baba told me to get rid of the pumpkin. I should have listened to her.

A week past Halloween it began to sweat a sickening amber juice. Really, I meant to throw it out. But the eyes I had spent so long carving stared back at me as if intelligence lurked behind that gaze.

They watched me as I raked the leaves in November. Every time I intended to throw the pumpkin on the compost pile, I found myself forgetting. An hour later, busy with some other task, I’d remember and decide to give the rotting thing another day’s grace.


Those haunting eyes shadowed me with interest as I hung the Christmas lights from the eaves. Baba followed me out on the front porch in the cold.

“You know what happens when you keep a pumpkin past Christmas, boy,” she lectured between instructions on how better to hang the lights.

“Yes, Baba, I know,” I said, pounding in the last nail.


I vowed to dispose of the pumpkin after I put the ladder back in the shed. Instead, I found myself deciding to leave it one more day. After all, Christmas was weeks away.

Christmas came and went. Snow piled up on the front porch. In the rush of holiday parties, I forgot about the pumpkin.

And that’s when things went bad.

 

PunkinHead now available from Smashwords.

2011-09-15

  01:50:49 pm, by

Feral Spirit Now Available at Amazon.com

 

I'm excited to announce that my vampire romance Feral Spirit is now available from Amazon.com

Feral Spirit is set in the same world as Feral Passion and Feral Hunger.

Here is a blurb and a new excerpt:

 

Blurb:

After a few centuries a vampire’s life can get a little predictable…


Vampire Jonah likes his peaceful routine. Until his quiet existence is shattered by Seraphina, a mutant hybrid who has escaped from a top secret facility.

When their paths cross, Jonah becomes her unwilling savior. Drawn together by fate, they find that opposites really do attract.

But before they can act on their feelings, they end up in the fight of their lives.

Excerpt 2 from Feral Spirit:

Jonah awoke to a persistent scratching sound. He bolted upright in bed, half expecting to find Seraphina standing over him, holding his own sword to his throat. But his houseguest slept soundly on his couch. He glanced at the ancient blade to find it still in its holder on the wall. Nothing moved in the quiet loft. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again.

With his eyes closed his other senses heightened. Something scraped against the brick outside the window. Every muscle in his body tensed. He listened again. No, he decided, it sounded more like something scratching against the old wooden frames. As if something or someone had crawled up the brick and was now hanging by their nails outside his living room.

His eyes shot open. Dusk had fallen while they’d rested. He’d slept far later than he intended. So much for the surveillance he’d meant to keep. His gaze darted to the window. With his keen eyesight he could see the outline of a shadow silhouetted against the drapery. A bird? he wondered briefly, still hoping he worried for nothing. But the shadow was far too big to be a bird.

Jonah slid from the bed. His feet touched the cool wood floor and he lowered his body silently down to it. He pulled his jeans off a nearby chair and wiggled into them. Crouching low, he ran toward the couch, rearing up only once to grab the sword from its hook on the wall. He knelt beside the sofa.

The scratching was louder now, more persistent. Whatever was out there wanted in. He reached out and poked at the sleeping form on his couch. “Wake up, we have company.”

She didn’t move so much as a muscle, nevertheless, he felt her body tense beneath the blanket. Her dark eyes flashed on his face before zeroing in on the window.

“You know what that is, don’t you?” he whispered.

He expected her to deny it. Instead, she said, “Yes.”

“Great.” The word slipped out. He done a favor, something he rarely did. What was that saying about good deeds being punished? It seemed that punishment now lurked outside his window. The ancient wood wouldn’t take too much scraping and scratching before it crumbled. Once that happened, it wouldn’t be hard to slip a finger or a claw beneath the windowpane and gain entry. “I’m guessing we should be going.”

Her gaze darted back to his. “We should.”

“Okay then. Quietly now.”

She nodded and then bent to slip on her boots. Seeming to notice the blade in his hand for the first time, she said, “You might as well leave the sword. It won’t help us.”
Jonah hefted it once more, feeling its weight in his hand. It hadn’t let him down yet, but it was unwieldy and a guy carrying a sword in this day and age was bound to attract attention.

“Really,” she said when he hesitated. “It won’t.”

“What will?”

“Running.”

2011-08-28

  04:43:22 pm, by

Feral Spirit Just Released!

 

 

 

I'm happy to announce the release of my new vampire romance Feral Spirit, set in the same world as my previous books Feral Passion and Feral Hunger.

Here is the blurb and and excerpt:

 

Blurb:

After a few centuries a vampire’s life can get a little predictable…

Vampire Jonah likes his peaceful routine. Until his quiet existence is shattered by Seraphina, a mutant hybrid who has escaped from a top secret facility.

When their paths cross, Jonah becomes her unwilling savior. Drawn together by fate, they find that opposites really do attract.

But before they can act on their feelings, they end up in the fight of their lives.


Excerpt from Feral Spirit:

Seraphina stumbled into pitch blackness.

“Hang on,” came Jonah's voice from beside her. She heard him fumbling in the darkness. Dim light blossomed as he lit a red votive candle. She glanced around.

If she hadn’t come in through the corrugated metal door, she never would have known the room was a storage locker. He’d painted the walls red, the ceiling and floor black.

A double bed heaped with pillows stood against one wall. Its black velvet comforter gleamed in the candlelight. A low table occupied what little space remained. Red and black candles warred for space on its surface.

“Wow, you sure go in for the vampire thing.”

He snorted softly at that. “Sometimes it’s necessary.” He turned away. “I’m not proud of it.”

His admission touched her. “It’s part of who you are, you don’t need to hide it.”

Jonah barked a laugh. He waved a hand at the furnishings in his storage locker lair. “You think this is hiding?”

“What do you call it?”

“A necessity, like I said. I dislike the club scene.” He glanced at her and smiled. “I’m far too old. I’ve seen it all before. I prefer a quiet life. But sometimes…well, it’s just not that easy to get a meal.” A deep sigh rippled through him. “For times like that, there’s this place.”

Seraphina sat on the bed. The velvet coverlet felt downy soft beneath her fingers. She would like to slide beneath those covers and just sleep for a while. Sleep and forget.

The chill from the night air and the dampness worked its way into her bones. Deep shivers racked her body.

Jonah bent and plugged in an electric heater. Its coils glowed orange, adding to the amber light. He sat beside her on the bed and pulled her against him. “Don’t worry. I won’t let them take you back.”

She leaned against him, stealing his meager warmth. “That’s really sweet, vampire. But if they find us, I doubt you’ll have much of a choice.”

His arms tightened around her. “Whatever happens, I won’t let them take you.” He bent his head and brushed his lips against her forehead. The fleeting touch tingled where their skin met. She longed to rise up, claim his mouth and put all her fear and desire into one long, thorough kiss. Instead, guilt made her pull away.

She hated to drag him into this. He seemed like a decent guy with his bowling habit and his lived-in apartment. Even his vampire lair, his dirty little secret didn’t seem so bad. No shackles, no handcuffs—she’d seen far worse in some of the clubs she’d visited in the few days she’d been free. For a few days she’d managed to secure herself lodging with guys she’d picked up in those clubs. Until those winged creatures had gotten too close.

The problem with a guy like Jonah, was he really would do his best to protect her. And likely die trying. She sagged against him. “Let’s hope it won’t come to that.”

Something scraped against the wall outside. She heard a light thump, like something heavy had landed on the wet ground.

Jonah froze, going statue-still.

The click of claws against the ground outside echoed in the silence.

Damn, she thought they’d have longer. At least the next day. It might just be someone else going to their storage locker. She tried to force a positive thought. But the scraping grew closer, until it was inches away from the metal door.

Jonah’s eyes darted to the door. He cocked his head, warning her, as if her senses weren’t as acute as his. Or maybe just urging her to silence, she couldn’t tell.

He stood and glided silently to the door. It locked with a bar that slid into place when the door lowered. He glanced wildly around the small chamber, finally sighting his abandoned sword. Snatching it up, he shoved it through the locking mechanism.

Something sharp rasped along the concrete outside. Seraphina shrank back against the cement wall of the storage locker. The door was locked, but neither the lock nor the sword would hold against what she suspected was out there.

The scraping stopped suddenly just outside the door. Jonah seized the sword, holding it in place. He placed his ear against the metal door, listening. He sucked in a breath. Seraphina realized she was holding hers as well. For a second nothing moved. Silence hung heavily in the room. Then…

Thud!

 

2011-08-25

  01:56:39 pm, by

A Darker Passion and Witch Island Now On Sale!

A Darker Passion and Witch Island are currently on sale for 99 cents at Ellora's Cave.

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