April 13th, 2022

I happened upon the Amazon ranking for Lone and laughed like a maniac because I am a child.

Werewolves! And apologies!

April 7th, 2022

First, I’m sorry for the recent influx of spam on this blog. My blocker is usually really good, so I don’t know what happened with that.

Next, the second addition of my werewolf story, Lone, is available for preorder! Although I think the book reads much more smoothly now, and I like a few of the VERY small tweaks I added, I still don’t think I would recommend it if you’ve read the already. Overall plot is the same.

Release date is April 8th, 2022. Second set of apologies for the short notice. I meant to post the announcement this past Sunday, but I got sicker than usual and was actually told I had to stay in bed. I find that mildly ironic being the reason I was sick this round was acute insomnia that even sleeping pills couldn’t fix. >.>

The bed is sooo boring. I don’t even have a TV + game console in my room. But I do have a budget friendly yet kick-ass sound system, and a stack of books I hadn’t read, so it wasn’t all bad.

Last apology: I haven’t been able to update the main website because even though I.T. support says my login info is correct, I can’t log in. So they’re currently working on the problem now. There’s also a bunch of anime missing from my Funimation account that Funimation insists is in my library. Totally unrelated but I felt like griping. 😉

I sincerely hope the second half of your week and following weekend is filled with good times. 🤟🏼

Oh! Purchase link for Lone: https://books2read.com/u/bpw7Dq

As of right now it’s not available on Amazon yet, because Amazon’s gotta be Amazon, but should be soon.

Second try at the blurb

February 1st, 2022

Special thanks to Brian for pointing out that first person blurbs should probably work in the gender (or variant thereof) of the POV character. I absolutely didn’t even think of that.

I was ten when Charlie Davis showed up on our doorstep. He was only a year older, but in my eyes he was cool and kind and mature. He’d barely taken a step inside before I was head over heels.

Small problem: The older we got, the more his talent for music pulled him in one direction, while my talent for…uh…sex pulled me the other way.

Bigger problem: The reason he was at the door in the first place? His mom was marrying my dad.

I thought turning eighteen would make me a man and solve those problems. Instead becoming an adult just created more of them.

Testing… Testing…

January 19th, 2022

Does following blurb make you want to read its story?

I was ten when Charlie Davis showed up on our doorstep. He was only a year older, but in my eyes he was cool and kind and mature. He’d barely taken a step inside when I was head over heels.

Small problem: The older we got, the more his talent for music pulled him in one direction, while my talent for…uh…sex pulled me the other way.

Bigger problem: The reason he at the door in the first place? His mom was marrying my dad.


January 17th, 2022

I don’t suppose any of you speak Italian?

Cover Reveal!

November 12th, 2021

My next re-release is going to be “Lone,” my werewolf story. It can be a hard read because it deals with trauma and how it can affect your self worth, but it is also one hell of a love story.

Here’s the blurb:

Seth Anderson has finally found sanctuary in Brier, Iowa. Even better, he’s found Rafe: a strong, giant of a man who owns the town pool hall. Seth has never been so close to anyone. When he’s asked to give a series of lectures in DC, it seems only natural that Rafe come along. But in a few surreal days, his true nature is exposed and he brings both their lives crashing down around them.

Because Seth is not only a werewolf; he’s also something much, much worse.


Did the cover myself. Fair to decent, yeah?

I’m aiming to have it up for sale this month. Then I’ll have something new to show ya. 😉

Wear a mask. Get Vaccinated. Vote.

Book Reunion!

November 5th, 2021

Once upon a time, there were a BUNCH of really great e-publishers selling all flavors of romance. Three of these publishers were at or near the top of everyone’s go-to list. Then, in the span of less than two years, those publishers (Samhain, Loose Id, and Liquid Silver Books) went out of business.

The writers belonging to those houses had to reassess. Including yours truly.

I am currently experimenting with the self-publishing route. But what about:

  • Kayelle Allen
  • Betty Bolte
  • Charlie Cochrane
  • Susanna Eastman
  • Thursday Euclid
  • PG Forte
  • Ann Gimpel
  • Jenna Ives
  • Becca Jameson
  • Regina Kammer
  • Gail Koger
  • Lynn Lorenz
  • Clancy Nacht
  • Neil S. Plakcy
  • Marianne Rice
  • Laurel Richards
  • Megan Slayer
  • Jeanne St. James
  • Trinity
  • Renee Wildes
  • Wendi Zwaduk
  • and the Great Allie Ritch?

Well, Allie Ritch tracked us down and and got our info and compiled it into a blog post. Organized by category AND including blurbs and purchase links. It’s kind of amazing and you should definitely check it out:



Wear a mask. Get Vaccinated. Vote.

I almost died again. It must be Thursday.

August 16th, 2021

Yes, I know this is posting on a Monday. There’s a method to this madness.

So. I had a GI bleed so bad and painful that I passed out and spent five hours on the floor. Was still intensely sick when I came to and had to call 911.

The paramedics couldn’t take me to my first choice hospital because they had no beds. Nope on my second choice for the same reason.


The medics suggested a third, and I said yes even though I’m intensely uncomfortable with new places. Because of some weird planetary alignment / twist of fate fuckery, every member of my support system was out of town for one reason or another. I was alone. Honestly it was the first time I had ever been alone in an emergency room, and trust me, if ERs gave frequent visitor points, my next ER visit would definitely be in Hawaii.

The symptoms I had… They were so similar to what my mom went through last year. I kept thinking of all the surgeries and other procedures she had to endure, and I wondered if I should have gotten a DNR bracelet.

This third hospital was full, too, but they weren’t overflowing like the other ones. I got processed and triaged. I noticed people in beds lining the hallways. The intake nurses put me in the world’s most uncomfortable wheelchair. The intake doctor told me that they were gonna put me on IV fluids and take a CT scan. Then I was wheeled into the waiting room.

No one came to do the IV fluid thing.

The waiting room was almost full too. There were a lot of people in so much pain that they would periodically cry out. But they still had to wait. One person was so exhausted that he fell out of his chair. The nurses helped him back into it and told him to be patient. There were two worried parents near me with a sick toddler. She didn’t understand why she hurt and just kept saying “Ma,” “Da,” “Ow,” and “Home” over and over in between fits of tears.

A nurse took me to get some blood work done. She gave me something for nausea and said someone would be hooking me up to IV fluids soon. She rolled me back into the waiting room.

More pained screams, moans, a child’s plea for home.

A couple hours later I was taken for the CT scan. Because I was lying down for the scan I nearly fell asleep. I remember wishing the process had been longer because I did not want back into that wheelchair. The tech said it was usually forty-five minutes to an hour after a scan before patients saw the doctor.

A nurse wheeled me back to the waiting room. She said that someone would be by soon to give me IV fluids. A woman to my left was sobbing. Her leg was braced and bloody. I saw a doctor tell a man that his wife’s chest scan showed that she had pneumonia and that she was currently being tested for Covid. The doctor said if she did test positive, she’d be moved to a different part of the hospital and they would come and get him.

An hour later, they came and got him.

Two hours later, they came and got me. Wheeled me into a curtained examination cubicle and transferred me into a weird recliner that was slightly more comfortable than my wheelchair. I could hear people up and down the hall crying out in pain. I told myself if the CT scan or bloodwork had shown something truly terrible that they would have gotten to me much earlier. I tried to turn the waiting into a silver lining.

The constant sounds of people in excruciating pain made it hard to believe in the lining.

Two hours later a doctor showed up. He said the scan showed a bunch of little things wrong with me but nothing life threatening. Blood work was normal. Ish. He was worried they couldn’t pin down the source of the bleed and was concerned that I was still in pain. He wanted to admit me so that a specialist could see me.

I said okay without even thinking.

Then he explained that they didn’t have any free beds and I might have to spend up to 48 hours in the recliner before one opened up.

I asked, “because of Covid?” And he let out an exhausted breath and said, “yeah.”

I took a moment, then asked if I was in immediate danger. He said no. I told him I had a GI specialist and going home, sleeping in my own bed, and calling her in the morning to make an appointment would probably be faster, yeah? He said possibly and asked the name of my specialist. She didn’t have admitting privileges to that hospital.

I really, really wanted to go home and he said that was a reasonable choice. He wanted to hook me up to some IV fluids before discharging me.

Three hours later, I happened to make accidental eye contact with a passing nurse. I smiled awkwardly and said hi. She said hello and started to walk past me, then backtracked to ask my name. I told her, and her eyes went wide.

“Oh, you’re the one everyone’s been looking for.”

The computer had listed me in a different cubicle. Apparently the nurses had spent a good portion of the last three hours searching for me.

The discharge nurse showed up with my paperwork. I mentioned the doctor had said I needed some IV fluids. She checked her little computer and I wondered if it was operating on the same system that misplaced me. No notes in the chart on IV fluids. I was too tired to argue and asked if there was a vending machine out front where I could get water. She said she would get me some and she actually did and it felt like a freaking miracle of medicine right there. I mean, the cup even had ice chips in it. Ice chips.

I tried to take it slow because my insides were feeling super sore and fragile, but that cup was empty in under a minute.

It was well into the morning when I finally got home. I called my GI specialist and made an appointment. Then, after 16 hours in the ER, I crawled into bed and slept for almost 20.

So, my doctor’s worried. To the point the C word was brought up. But I’ve had so many cancer scares at this point that all I could do was give a halfhearted shrug because I knew what was coming next and that it was going to suck.

Colonoscopy, endoscopy. Soon as possible. She’s going to do both at the same time so that’s something, I suppose. I’ve had both procedures done before (cancer scares, aka my new normal), so I’m not nervous. It is what it is.

I’m actually having a lot more trouble processing what was.

The screams, the wails, the moans, the crying. That little girl who didn’t understand why she was hurting or why she was surrounded by people who were hurting.

I called 911 on Thursday, July 29th. But I’m still hearing the sounds of all that sickness and pain.

And the thing is, it didn’t have to be that way, you know? Or, at least, not that bad. Not so bad that seriously sick people were parked in the front waiting room and doctors want to admit someone but literally can’t. Not so bad that a xyr dehydrated patient never gets their IV fluids. (A fact that horrified my specialist–not exaggerating).

It didn’t have to be so bad. But I live in Texas, and for some reason a lot of people here refuse to get vaccinated.

So I’m asking you to do just that. Get vaccinated. I got the Moderna, my father got the J&J. Months ago. It really isn’t a big deal.

You know what are big deals? GI bleeds, car crashes, heart attacks, COVID-19. Having any kind of emergency and being unable to get help because hospitals aren’t taking patients, and the ones that are have exhausted doctors and nurses working triple shifts and missing little things like that patient over there who hasn’t had anything to drink in roughly 24hours after losing a pretty good amount of blood.

Just… Get vaccinated. Wear your masks. Be safe and save others, okay?

One Good Year

March 10th, 2021

The sequel to One Good Hand is up and live. 🙂

You can purchase the second edition of One Good Year in your preferred format via this nifty link: https://books2read.com/ogy .

Katrina Strauss once told me that sequels were tricky. No matter the story you write, roughly half the readers who loved the first book will not approve of your choices for the second. Given the reviews for the first edition of this novella, I think that might be true.

But I absolutely adore OGY. I genuinely hope that you like it, too.

In the past six weeks my father has gone to seven funerals. I treasure each and every one of you, so be safe, wear a mask, get vaccinated.

So… I accidentally published a book.

February 9th, 2021

Mostly. Kinda. A little bit.

I’d done some revisions on One Good Hand, and was tinkering around on the D2D site, getting familiar with their self-publishing system. There was a button that I wasn’t entirely sure would publish the novella…so naturally I clicked it.

One Good Hand, this book:

is now available for pre-order at most major retailers, and you see all the places it is currently on sale via this very cool link — https://books2read.com/ogh. It probably won’t be available on Amazon until actual sale day because Amazon be Amazon. >.>

This is the second edition of the book, and while I did some tweaking that I, personally, made for a story with more depth, I wouldn’t recommend purchasing if you’ve read the first edition. Hence the nearly identical cover art.

Working on getting Book Two, One Good Year, up as soon as possible. ✌🏽