It’s Thursday and time for a new episode of Hired by the Werewolves! Go check out the series! There’s new items in my store! You can now buy signed book plates and two book boxes! If you missed the House of Durand Kickstarter this is your chance to get the Special Edition hardbacks in the House of Durand Book Box! It’s been 7 years since the first book of The Underground Series came out, so of course I had to do something to celebrate. You can get a Special Edition of the complete series as well as swag, a book Bible, a map of the Underground, and character cards!
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It’s Thursday so that means a new episode of Hired by the Werewolves! If you haven’t started yet you can read the first 3 episodes free on Kindle Vell and Radish Fiction! Start the story
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My story Hired by the Werewolves is now coming to Radish Fiction and Kindle Vella. If you read it in the anthology it was in you’ll want a reread because I’ll be adding chapters and male povs etc. So you don’t wanna miss out. 😏 Usually I’m not big on episodic stories but I figured this was a good way to make me get the story done in a timely manner. Episodes 1 and 2 are now up and 3 is coming soon. I have it set to release every Thursday but I’ll release them earlier if I get done sooner. There was nothing this shape-shifting witch loved more than… Read More
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Aunt Christine had to go back to work and couldn’t hold my hand anymore. Not that I needed hand holding. But it was still nice to have someone there in the empty house. She lived in St. Louis, all the way up in Missouri. It was nice, but I liked my little town of Hugo, Oklahoma. The summers were blistering, but the winters were mild. I didn’t know what I would do if I had to deal with cold weather six months out of the year. Especially not at a new job that required me to walk around outside in the middle of the night. Thankfully, I only needed a… Read More
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Opening the fridge, I scanned over the leftovers from the wake. My Auntie Christine hadn’t been kidding about casseroles. I had tuna casserole, potato casserole, and even green bean casserole. I had noodle casserole up the ass. The plus side was I didn’t have to worry about finding something to eat. The negative was that all that casserole was going to my hips. It’d been a week since the funeral. Since my world was turned upside down. It hadn’t gotten any easier. There were nights I cried myself to sleep. Other nights, I stayed up just to look at his things. I wrapped myself in his shirts, inhaling his scent.… Read More
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The day I buried my dad, my best friend and confidant, was a miserable day indeed. Not that you could tell by the clear, sunny sky above us as the priest intoned my father’s last rites.
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