Alexander awakes to a bloodcurdling scream. He leaps out of his bed in a single bound, racing across the uneven floor of his quarters. The splintering wood is rough against his bare feet as he wrenches open the door to his room. Warm morning light sweeps across him in a blinding swath of gold and … More Excerpt From The Forbidden City
This morning while walking the dog I was so engrossed in mentally blocking a scene from my newest dystopian project that I failed to see a muddy pothole in the road directly in front of me. While Henry neatly avoided the gap, I caught my toe on the edge and nearly face planted in the … More There are Zombies in Boston.
When putting together a manuscript, there’s always a weird sort of limbo in between the “word vomit” writing phase and the editing phase. Much of that might be because the editing phase is no fun at all, and I’m the world’s worst (or best, depending on how you look at it) procrastinator. I’ve also recently … More Work In Progress
The day I published Rogue Elegance I sat back, poured myself a glass of wine, and told myself that I was finally, finally done. Done with what? With the story? With writing? With becoming way too emotionally attached to my own fictional characters? Turns out, I wasn’t done with any of it. Even before the … More On To The Next Adventure, Then
So if you haven’t finished Rogue Elegance yet, STOP HERE. This post is going to ruin everything, ever. Okay, that might be a touch melodramatic. You could keep reading, but you probably would have no idea what on earth is going on, or who these people are, or why there seems to be a zombie … More Teaser Excerpt: Spoiler Alert!
Nerani fans herself gently, lifting her twisted brown locks off of the back of her neck. The obstinate afternoon sun sizzles against the cobblestone underfoot. Something uneasy stirs within her and she feels, suddenly, as though she is being watched. Up ahead, the boy and his mother are long gone. She glances cautiously at her … More Introducing Nerani the Elegant
Emerala the Rogue gasps aloud as something passes by her face with a flutter and a scream. Alexander’s silver parrot circles around her, his wings flapping furiously. His black eyes are murderous as he drops down to her shoulder. His talons scrape against the exposed skin of her arm and she winces. “Emerala the Rogue,” … More A Little Bit of Swashbuckling
“Walk with me,” Melena commands shrilly, her smile wide. She takes Emerala’s arm, prying it easily from Derek’s grip. Emerala chances a look at Lachlan as the woman leads her away. He nods once, the decline of his chin almost imperceptible in the speckled shade that dances across his face. “Men can be so dull,” … More Emerala the Rogue
A stifled noise from Emerala brings Alexander surfacing back into the present. He glances over at the neighboring rowboat and sees that Derek has stopped rowing. “What is it?” Derek asks Emerala, a look of concern spreading across his face. He reaches out and takes her hands. For show, Alexander reminds himself, scowling. This is … More Introducing Alexander Mathew
James Byron is halfway to the dungeons when something strange catches his eye. He pauses in the empty hallway, the ghostly echo of his footfalls carrying on in his wake. To his left is a narrow alcove leading into one of the king’s many wine cellars. The room itself is quite normal. Narrow bottles of … More Introducing James Byron