August 2018
 
 
What's the word barman?

Hi, all! Well, next weekend I am journeying away from my native land of Chicago to a far away place called Minneapolis, Minnesota. Why would I do such a thing you ask? To be apart of MetaCon, Aug 31 - Sept 2, 2018

 
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$3 - The Finder of the Lucky Devil

$5 - The Saint of Liars

$8- Both!

 
 

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It’s been two months since Rune Leveau, aka Anna Masterson, survived the machinations of the Kodiak corporation and things have been relatively peaceful in the iconic bar, the Lucky Devil.

The peace couldn’t last.

The Saint of Liars Order Here!

 
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Forbidden Claim (Forbidden #5)
 
She’s running for her life. He’s never gotten over her. Will she let him claim her to save her?

Wolf-shifter Isabelle Rand is escaping a relationship she never intended to stay in. Fleeing her abusive boyfriend who hates to lose anything, she seeks sanctuary with the only people who can help her.

It has been two years since cat-shifter Zane Talon saw Isabelle, and he’s been aching for her since the day she vanished from his life.

Now, to save Isabelle from a dangerous and ruthless shifter who will never stop pursuing her, Zane will take her as his mate.

While Isabelle agrees to the plan, she’ll give the cat-shifter only her body.

But Zane will do everything in his power to claim her heart as well.

 
 
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WIP: The Wizard and the Crone

 

Work in Progress section. This is the first page of my current WIP. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts on my facebook page!

Chapter 1

The young-looking man unlocked the metal door and let it swing open freely, leading the old homeless woman inside. She stood on the threshold, a small, wizened thing, wearing clothes that were never hers and stinking to high heaven of her own and others filth.

“You are one crazy kid, you know that?” she told the young man standing next to her, as he struggled a moment to remove the high-tech key that-never-quite-fit-the-lock from his door. 

The young man flashed his youthful smile at her, tossing his newly freed keys and his umbrella onto the glass coffee table in the open living room. Without a further response, he walked past the island counter that was the only thing separating the kitchen from the living room to a refrigerator that shone dully silver in the dim light. From where she stood, still in the doorway, clinging onto the frame to fight her instincts to run, she could see the entire layout of the high-end apartment. A dining room set of dark wood and tall throne like chairs stood just a few feet from the doorway. To the left was a dark leather couch with the clear glass coffee table. Both pieces of furniture faced a wide flat-screen tv mounted on the wall. The couch sat on beige carpet while the dining room set sat on wide square blocks of stone with no wall in between to separate them, like a sane person would expect. 

The extreme contrast of herself to the world in which she now stood was so keen even she was embarrassed by it. The feeling went all the way through the hardened shell, that told the world she didn’t care what it thought of her, to touch the shy, little girl she had once been, and in some ways still was, underneath.

“Come in, shut the door,” the kid said from the kitchen. He seemed to be fetching two glasses and a bottle of something from his chrome fridge, setting all three on the island counter. Three red topped stools waited on the opposite side for some glamorous woman in a too short little black dress and heels to sit upon it. Not a woman dressed in rags, old enough to be his grandmother.

When she didn’t move, he left the kitchen to come to her once more. He smiled his gentle smile, the one that convinced her to take him up on his offer in the first damn place. As the smile washed over her, it made her insides melt into warmth. Most people would shun her at first sight, try to keep upwind and at least five feet away, more if possible. It had been like that for too many years. This kid, instead, had come up to less than a foot beside her, both in the alley and now as she hovered in his doorway. Gently, he touched her shoulder to guide her inside and shut the door behind her.

“Would you like some water?” he asked. Firmly, and with a sense of doomed finality, he locked the door behind her.

“Whatever,” she answered and proceeded further inside. If he didn’t care about the crud on her tattered shoes staining his pretty carpet then she didn’t give a rat’s ass either. 

She set her old body down onto one of the stools, which seemed to satisfy him and he continued with that angelic smile as he poured out two glasses of bubbly water from the fancy bottle. While he did that she studied him again in the light coming down from the three hanging lamps over the island counter. 

He was beautiful. Too beautiful in her mind. Tall and thin without seeming gangly. The word lithe floated through her mind. He wore dark clothes, a fine black button up shirt that was open at the top and matching black slacks and dark square-toed shoes she had seen models wear in magazines. His hair was the slightly longish-style that only beautiful men could pull of without it looking like a mullet. The hair itself was dark, framing a perfect chiseled face with nice cheekbones and a sharp chin. His eyes were a dark blue as well, so dark the pupils were hard to see. They were as equally hypnotic as his smile. To her, they seemed like eyes that had seen too much, full of understanding instead of judgment. He had long fingers that handled the bottle of water expertly and she imagined for a minute those hands wrapping around her throat, choking the life out of her while she got to look up into those dark, dark eyes. She snorted at the image. 

“Look kid, I know this has to be apart of some ritual for you or something, but you don’t have to play nice with me before you do whatever the fuck it is you plan on doing to me. I don’t really give a damn,” she said, defensively.

“I understand,” he said and slide the glass of water over to her on it’s own fancy-schmancy coaster made of cork. “Drink that up, we have all night and you’ll need it.”

“What is this bullshit?” she grumbled but she picked up the water any way and stared down into it. “Probably drugged any way,” she said. Before she could take a sip, he plucked it back out of her hands with those long fingers and took a healthy gulp instead. 

“What the fuck? You fucking with me?” she snapped. “Some sort of power trip you ass...”

“See, not drugged,” he said, and held it back out to her to take. She eyed him and the glass with hateful suspicion for several minutes. The last thing she wanted was to reach out to it and be made a fool again. She had known several so-called men who would think yanking it out of her grasp the height of hilarity.

“I reach for that you will just snatch it back again,” she said bitterly. Nodding again with those damn, understanding eyes, he set the water back on it’s coaster and picked up his own to drink. He leaned against the far counter, putting himself out of snatching distance and watched to see what she would do. 

She ignored the water. “Don’t I like feeling like a goddamn lab rat,” She grumbled again. “You’ve got me up here, kid. Now what do you want with an old bitch like me?”

“I told you, I’m interested in you...

 
 
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