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2013-06-13

  07:41:40 pm, by

Just Released - Chilling Out

 

 

In the spirit of all things zombie, my new story Chilling Out has just been released by Double Dragon Publishing.

Here is the blurb and a short excerpt:

At the current temperature of seventy degrees, I figure my shelf-life is about half a day.

Being a zombie certainly has its complications, but Paris is determined to survive.

An old-fashioned remedy might hold the secret to her longevity. If only she can stay alive long enough to test it out..

 

Excerpt from Chilling Out:

At the current temperature of seventy degrees, I figure my shelf-life is about half a day. According to what's left of the Internet, an erratic, unreliable skeleton of its former self-pun intended-the spoiling temperature of meat is forty degrees. I found the info on website, but it crashed before I could read the rest of it. No one's got time to read a post anymore, few people even have access to a working computer, or the power to run it, but I'll try to post whatever I find out. Who knows, it may save someone else. I imagine there's quite a few people like me trying to stave off the infection and hold out for a cure. Good luck to you all. You're going to need it.

Having only a few hours of, um, freshness leaves me with few options. Somehow, I need to get myself into a refrigerator, a thing nearly as rare as an Internet connection these days. If not my condition will become obvious in a matter of hours. The penalty for that-well, let's just say I won't be worrying about my options anymore. I just won't be anymore.


Finding an abandoned refrigeration unit shouldn't be a problem. There's one full of rotting food in every abandoned house on the block. Sometimes they tried the same thing as me. I guess it worked until the power went out. The hard part is locating a power source and then keeping it quiet while it runs.

Since I have a generator in my trunk and a campsite set up in the woods, all I need is the refrigerator. And possibly a shotgun. Not that I know how to use one or anything. I'm sure I can figure it out, though. And I'll post what I can.

 

 

 

 

2013-06-05

  01:57:28 pm, by

Sneak Peek for Earth Angel

 

Here is a sneak peek for Earth Angel, the second book in my Halo Effect series.

Earth Angel is due to be released from Ellora's Cave Blush on August 8th.

 

Blurb:

When Porsche Winter sees a she-devil in a downtown bar, she knows it can only mean trouble of the worst kind. For this is not just any ordinary demon—it’s Naamah, Lucifer’s right-hand gal and head seductress.

At first Porsche assumes Naamah’s visit is a coincidence. But when the Four Horsemen show up, Porsche realizes that the Apocalypse is imminent. But there’s a teeny little problem—Porsche has been stripped of her angel powers after an earlier transgression, meaning defeating Satan’s forces isn’t as easy as it used to be. Meanwhile, Lucifer’s anxious to get a foothold on Heaven and the Heavenly residents are buying up shares of Hell in hopes of renovating the place.

Soon Porsche and her boyfriend Alex Chalmers—with the help of bumbling matchmaker Cupid—are faced with a choice. Fight the forces of Evil, or get ready to relocate to a far hotter locale.

 

Avenging Angel, the first book in the Halo Effect Series is currently available from Ellora's Cave.

 

 

2013-05-06

  10:13:25 am, by

Now Available - Dark Obsessions

 

I'm excited to announce that my paranormal romance collection Dark Obsessions is now available in both eBook and print editions from Amazon.com

 

A trio of Dark Obsessions...

Dark Love
An old house is a dream come true for its new owner. It has three bedrooms and a spectacular view. It also has a sexy vampire living in a hidden room.

Hot, Hot, Hot!
Pyrokinetic murders are sweeping the city. Victims have been horribly burned without so much as singeing the area around them. Solving the mystery falls to the unlikely partnership of a supernatural investigator and an untrained clairvoyant.

In the Eye of the Beholder
In the emergency room of the grittiest inner-city hospital, the medical photographer has seen it all. Until she tries to photograph the hospital's newest patient, a vampire on the hunt for a meal of the warm-blooded variety.

 

 

 

2013-05-02

  01:12:51 pm, by

Sneak Peek for Nefarious North

 

Here is a sneak peek at the cover of Nefarious North, A Collection of Crime Short Stories.

The anthology is due out in September.

 

2013-04-02

  09:39:07 am, by

Release Day for Going Up!


 

 

It's release day! My new horror story Going Up is now available from Samhain Publishing!

Below is an excerpt from Going Up...

In this scene, Beckett is determined to find out what's been riding in the abandoned elevator she's discovered on the resort property.

 

Blurb:

Some secrets should remain hidden.

Investigative journalist Beckett Hayes hopes a stay at a Caribbean resort is just what she needs to recharge her batteries. But mysterious clanging in the night doesn’t let her get much rest. Outside her hotel room, she finds an overgrown, seemingly abandoned elevator leading up the hill. The hotel staff insists the elevator hasn’t worked in years, but Beckett can’t shake the feeling they’re hiding something. Sensing a story, she’s determined to find out the truth. But will she be alive to tell it when she finds out what awaits her at the top of the hill?

 

Excerpt from Going Up:

Below her the trees in the grotto that hid the elevator booth swayed. She heard the unmistakable grinding of the lift engaging. Its motor hummed. Well, not hummed exactly, more like coughed and sputtered. Metal grated against metal in an ear-splitting screech. She wondered how anyone in the resort could miss it. Then again, most people were either still at dinner or down at the beach bar. As if on cue, the reggae band started up, covering most of the sound.

The elevator rose, winding through the shrubbery. She followed its progress by the trees left swaying in its wake. It ground toward her, lurching up the hill, screeching and clanging and crunching any branch that tried to hinder its passage.

Ducking below the balcony’s railing, Beckett watched it pass. In the darkness all she could see was a dim glow from a light on the instrument panel. As far as she could tell, the booth was empty, but she was too afraid to stand up and show herself. It passed the block that housed her room, curving behind the building. Rising a little to peer above the railing, Beckett watched it continue up the hillside until the track’s curvature stole her view.

Once it had chugged out of sight, the music from the beach covered the sounds of its passage. Anyone on the path likely wouldn’t notice now. If they did hear the generator running, they’d probably just think it was providing the resort’s power. Sleep forgotten, Beckett stood and glanced around the corner of the balcony.

Occasionally she could see the dull flicker of the light on the instrument panel through the trees. She followed its progress until it came to a screeching halt at the top of the hill.

She could no longer see the booth where it came to rest amongst the shrubbery at the top of the hill. The twin palm trees at the top of the hill jutted against the darker sky. The band down at the beach bar took a break. Conversation drifted up the hill.

Beckett waited for several long moments, frozen in the darkness, pressed against the balcony’s concrete side. Then, from above came a deep clang as the machinery engaged. Trees swayed as the elevator booth crunched down the slope toward her. The band picked that moment to begin their second set.

Beneath her the balcony vibrated as the machine lurched past. She ducked back below the railing, hoping the darkness would hide her. She peeked above as the booth went screeching past. The tiny light on the indicator panel gave the interior a sickening glow.

She risked rising above the railing for a better look, straining her eyes to see through the gloom.

Something huge occupied the booth, nearly filling it. Something huge, black and horribly misshapen. She tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together in her mind. Was that a shoulder shoved high above its head? Was that meaty black appendage an arm?

The booth chugged past her. As if sensing her staring, the booth’s occupant shuffled around in its tight quarters. Golden eyes reflected the dull gleam of the indicator light. Its gaze pinned her to the balcony, sighting her as unerringly as if someone had shone a spotlight on her.

With a gasp Beckett ducked beneath the railing, squatting on the balcony floor. The elevator continued down the hill.

For a moment she could only hunch there, her heart beating furiously. Then reason kicked in.

Had she really seen something terrible in that booth, or had it merely been a trick of the light? It could have been someone wearing a coat or carrying a knapsack that produced such an unusual silhouette. Though, why someone would want to wear a coat in this heat was beyond her. Had its eyes really gleamed in the darkness?

Forgetting her earlier terror, she darted from the balcony, back through the sliding glass doors. She pulled the chair from beneath the door and quickly locked up before slipping down the staircase.

The path was empty as she rushed across the concrete toward the grotto that housed the elevator terminus. Music from the beach bar covered whatever sounds might have come from the metal tracks. She thought she heard a clang as the mechanism engaged, stopping the booth’s progress. Crouching in the bushes, she waited to see what might emerge.

From within the grotto came the snap of twigs. Bushes rustled. Wet feet slapped the concrete steps. Brush parted. A large black shape darted between the trees.

It moved deceptively fast for something so bulky. It kept to the shadows cast by the bushes that lined the pathway, keeping out of the revealing light of the globe lamps. Bending low to keep out of sight, she followed it.

It moved with an odd swaying gait. It did have one shoulder hunched higher than the other. She couldn’t see much in the dim light, but it seemed like its whole body had been mashed and put back together. By its lurching movement, she guessed one leg was longer than the other. Its feet slapped the pavement, first one side then the other, in an odd cadence.

It headed past the beach bar where the party still carried on. Music drifted out across the water, covering the sounds of its progress. Still keeping to the shadows, it stumbled onward until the bushes ended and it reached the little bridge that led to the water. Beckett hung back, waiting to see what it would do next.

A couple walked by on the beachfront. It lingered in the shadows, watching their progress. They wandered into the light from the patio and up to the bar.

The black figure took that moment to dart across the narrow space, over the bridge and into the black water.

Slinking along the side of the bridge, Beckett followed.

 

 

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