Friday, May 3, 2013


It's always fascinating to me when I've printed a rough draft and have someone read it. Usually, I just pick someone at random and in some cases they've never seen anything I've written before. I always enjoy the feedback that I get and it helps me during the rewriting process and there's always rewriting to do. The rewriting is what really brings the story to life. There is no author anywhere who will get it perfect immediately that I'm aware of. It takes honing and polishing the story over time to make it the best it can be. Usually, the honing and polishing takes longer than writing the story initially.

Even more fascinating for me is watching their expressions as they are beta reading. It tells me a lot about what I've written. Some, just can't seem to put down the pages. I just love it when that happens and I'm lucky that most of the time that's the case that they can't stop reading the story. That's the moment I know I'm onto a great idea, one that will stand the test of time and will be proud to add a print copy of to my bookshelf. I've got quite the collection started. It will be fascinating to see how full I can make the shelf in the years to come.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Perseid Press

It looks like I'm off to a great start with Perseid Press and I'm having a blast these days.

My submission for "Dark Corners" was accepted, and I have the contract. I'm really happy and to tell you the truth it's a really disturbing but at the same time a good story. It was quite fun to write but after editing it really pops and should give nightmares to some. Can't wait to see it in print, the book will look good on my shelf.

I also have most of the rough draft of the story I was going to submit for inclusion in, "Discontinuum." It's a good storyline but I happened along another idea that might work even better. It’s something that’s been running around the back of my head for a while. Can you imagine writing a story set in the Spanish Inquisition? I can and we'll see how it works out though when I get further into it.

Don't know as of yet when, "Terror By Gaslight," will be coming out. Love the story, "A Spiritus Renascentis," that was selected for it. I'm a big fan of historical fiction and if I can write it as horror it's even better. 

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Cover Reveal End of the Night

It began with tragedy.

Continued with rebirth.

Intensified with an uncovered past.

How will it all end?

The wait is almost over!  
Storm Sullivan's epic journey comes to an end tomorrow with the release of 


I am thrilled to reveal the stunning new cover created by the brilliant and fabulously talented, 
Tammie Clarke Gibbs.

And, a teaser excerpt.....


Beep, Beep, Beep.

Storm groaned and rolled over, right into PacMan’s back.  “PacMan, you bad boy.”  She halfheartedly mumbled the reprimand and attempted to push his body to no avail.  “Fine.  Be that way.”  Slapping the snooze button to silence the alarm, Storm draped an arm over her dog and snuggled into the short soft fur, relishing the gentle rise and fall of his chest. 

Beep, Beep, Beep.

PacMan snorted and licked Storm’s face.  “Alright,alright, I’m getting up.  I don’t know why you’re so put out, you get to lay around in bed all day.”  Pushing off the bed, Storm reached down and flipped the alarm to off before breaking into a yawning stretch that was highlighted with a serious of soft cracks and pops as her spine realigned.   For a second, Storm swore she heard a baby crying and paused at its closeness.  She mentally chastised herself and shrugged.  Must be the neighbors.  The apartment walls were paper thin after all. 

Stepping into the shower, Storm stood for several minutes under the steaming hot water, washing away the grime from the day before and the vague discomfort following the vision she’d had.  The vision.  It was an ugly one and somewhat painful if truth be told.  She’d made the call to the precinct from her disposable cell and hoped they been able to nab the sicko in time.  Part of her wanted to call Dan and Shane to ask about it but then they would wonder how she knew.  Every time Storm had the same internal argument but ultimately did the right thing and waited for the news story.  She rinsed off and stepped out, wrapping herself in a worn bath towel.  PacMan sat in the doorway of the bathroom staring at her in his usual concerned way.  Storm called him a worry wart because he always appeared to be frowning in concern. 

“I think I talk to you too much, boy.”  Storm turned from her dog and wiped off the mirror.  A man’s face looked back at her.  She blinked, rubbed her eyes and wiped at the mirror again but only saw her own reflection.  “Yes, definitely.  I am losing it.”  Storm grumbled to herself and went about methodically combing the tangles from her hair before neatly plaiting it.  With the towel secured tightly around her body she slipped back into the bedroom and flipped the television on to the morning news.  Sifting through her wardrobe, Storm half listened to the weather and traffic.  By the time the main anchor re-took the screen she’d slipped into a pair of black pin-striped pants and her least ratty white lace camisole.  The story Storm had been waiting for came on just as she was slipping into her emerald green satin blouse.