Writers’ Retreat

I was MIA this weekend attending the Washington Romance Writers annual retreat.  But first things first.

scotch eggs

Scotch eggs.  Conference check-in wasn’t until 3pm, but I headed in early so I could hang out at  O’Lordan’s Pub for lunch and a pint.  Got quite a bit of writing done on Demons of Desire too.

Indie meet-upThe conference?  Amazing.  Yes, the speakers were wonderful, but the best thing about these events is getting to know other writers.  What a fun, friendly, supportive group of people!  I came home recharged, and fired-up with all sorts of good ideas.  There’s something really cool in the works for my impish fans.  You guys are gonna love it!

But it’s back to work.  Demons of Desire is coming along, I’ve got the outline and a few rough scenes written for Angel of Chaos, and I’ll be in New Orleans at RT this May.  Get ready for a busy summer of cover reveals, excerpts, releases (including the much awaited Imp 6 book). . . AND my big surprise.  Make sure you’re subscribed to the website so you don’t miss a thing!

An Author in Aruba

I could totally get used to this – writing on the beach with a cold beer in hand.  But, alas, I did not move to Aruba, I only went there last week for vacation.  Here are the pics to prove it:

Megan and Me

Megan and I arrived after noon, changed, said “hi” to the various friends and relatives at the timeshare, then headed to the beach bar for a Brown Lady.  That’s one of those drinks that tastes like a chocolate milkshake and packs a punch.  It also added 2 inches onto my rear, but hey – I’m on vacation, right? Continue reading


Stolen Souls is now available on Amazon, Smashwords, and All Romance e-Books.  I’ll post links as soon as it is available at other locations.  The paperback will be out in a few weeks!


Nyalla is dog-sitting for Satan. It’s a sweet gig for a girl who, up until recently, had been a slave to the elves in Hel. The house is amazing, she’s got the key to the Corvette, and although Boomer is a Hellhound, he’s also a lovable, slobbery companion.

When a newly interred corpse vanishes, followed by a series of grisly murders, Nyalla can’t help but wonder if Boomer’s odd diet has taken a deadly turn. Could the dog be to blame or is there a more sinister creature on the loose? Nyalla must stop who is behind it all before more die – and before the county puts Boomer on death row.


Stolen Souls Excerpt #2

Stolen Souls cover final Web

Last week I posted Chapter 1.  Here’s a few pages from Chapter 2:

Nyalla stretched, reaching her hand toward the vibrating phone beside her and peering at the caller ID.  Michelle.  She pressed the “decline” button and tossed the phone back onto the nightstand.  She’d have to call her back, otherwise the other woman would drive out to check on her.  Michelle worried, and she wasn’t the only one.  Part of her was relieved that there were people checking up on her.  Part of her dreaded their invitations and continual urging to join them at social events.  Just the thought of being surrounded by strange people, speaking a language she had just learned and expecting her to know their rules of civility – it gave her the shivers.  She didn’t want Michelle to worry.  She’d call her back.  Later. Continue reading

Stolen Souls Excerpt

Stolen Souls cover final WebStolen Souls should be out in the next week or two, but until then, here is the first chapter (unedited).  If you missed it, HERE is another snippet I did a few months back. – - -

Evil swirled in warm currents through the night air.  It burned the hound’s nose, watering his eyes with its intensity.  Raising his head to the sky, he breathed deep, but couldn’t quite catch the location of the scent.

Alfalfa and wild cucumbers lurked behind the hints of foulness.  Those were the soothing, normal smells for a summer’s evening.  This other scent was most definitely not normal.  Perhaps the monster had only passed through his territory, but he couldn’t take the chance.  Heading west, Boomer broke into an easy lope that would take him quickly across field and pasture.  He had to make sure his souls were safe.  Worry furrowed his brow as he ran.  Continue reading