Monday, September 17, 2018

The Strange Allies series is growing - we have titles for books 4 and 5! #vampires #paladins #werewolves #gargoyle #seer #goddess #fridayreads

Strange Allies


Book #1 - Never Trust A Vampire - Smashwords | Apple | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUS | Google Play | Paperback |


Book #2 - Cycle of Rebirths - Apple | Kobo | Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Smashwords | Google Play | Also in paperback.



Book #3 - I, Paladin -  Agent Seven's origin story. Apple | Kobo | Barnes and Noble | Amazon | Google Play | Smashwords | Also in paperback.





Book #4 - Vampire Sacrifice - Apple | Kobo | SmashwordsBarnes and Noble |

Book #5 - A Paladin's Secrets - Apple | Kobo | SmashwordsBarnes and Noble |

Book #6 - work in progress - Apple | Kobo | Smashwords |


Friday, September 14, 2018

I, PALADIN release day! Strange Allies #3 available everywhere. #vampires #paladins #werewolves #fridayreads

I, Paladin 


The story of how I got drafted into the world-savin’ business isn’t so complicated.

Amelia Thornhill directed a vampire at me.

Turns out, I have a higher calling and I feel horrible every time I have to lie to Mama about my job. It's been the two of us since I was five years old, so leaving home is painful, but Amelia says I put people in danger by staying. Because I’m not a normal girl, there will be no college graduation ceremony, no wedding to a nice man, and no grandbabies for Mama to spoil, but I'll let her hold on to those dreams as long as possible. Making sure she's taken care of always comes first.

Agent Seven’s origin story.

This story is intended for readers 18 and over due to adult language and situations.


Strange Allies series:

Never Trust A Vampire
Cycle of Rebirths
I, Paladin
Book 4
Book 5
Book 6



Check out the 3 previous posts for preview chapters!

Thursday, September 13, 2018

I, PALADIN chapter 3 preview! #urbanfantasy #vampires #fridayreads

I, Paladin Chapter Three

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The story of how I got drafted into the world-savin’ business isn’t so complicated. 

Amelia Thornhill directed a vampire at me.


Turns out, I have a higher calling and I feel horrible every time I have to lie to Mama about my job. It's been the two of us since I was five years old, so leaving home is painful, but Amelia says I put people in danger by staying. Because I’m not a normal girl, there will be no college graduation ceremony, no wedding to a nice man, and no grandbabies for Mama to spoil, but I'll let her hold on to those dreams as long as possible. Making sure she's taken care of always comes first.

Agent Seven’s origin story.

This series is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult situations.


Chapter Three

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

I, PALADIN chapter 2 preview! #urbanfantasy #vampires #fridayreads


I, PALADIN
Strange Allies #3

The story of how I got drafted into the world-savin’ business isn’t so complicated. 
Amelia Thornhill directed a vampire at me.
Turns out, I have a higher calling and I feel horrible every time I have to lie to Mama about my job. It's been the two of us since I was five years old, so leaving home is painful, but Amelia says I put people in danger by staying.  Because I’m not a normal girl, there will be no college graduation ceremony, no wedding to a nice man, and no grandbabies for Mama to spoil, but I'll let her hold on to those dreams as long as possible. Making sure she’s taken care of always comes first.
Agent Seven’s origin story.


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Chapter Two

My days started early.  Mama dropped me off at school at 7:00AM on her way to the diner.  Breakfast service started at nine (except Sundays), but restaurants required a lot of prep work.  After school, I’d walk to the diner to put in my shift until sundown, and then walk home, or sometimes if it was a quiet night she’d let the staff run the dinner shift and we’d come home together.  I wasn’t going to be valedictorian, but I got good grades, participated in activities, and did some volunteer stuff. 
My focus was on college.  Didn’t know what came after that.
Sunday mornings, Mama and I went to church together, then she’d be at the diner for lunch hours while I did any Friday-assigned homework until youth group in the evening.
Like I said—normal.
Guthrie was a 10,000-ish-people town thirty minutes outside Oklahoma City.  The first capital of the state, matter of fact.  We had a Historic District and everything, but the major point was nothing exciting or seriously dangerous ever happened here.  I would know—my family had been in the area since the Land Rush in the 1800s.
By the weekend, there had been no more weirdness and I started to breathe easier.
Nothin’ but a bad dream. 
Until Mom came home Saturday. 
The crazy English lady met with my mother, spinning a compelling tale about representing a summer camp looking for smart teens with a penchant for service.  Humanitarian aid training, focus on the downtrodden…all the right buttons to push in a Bible-believin’ mother.  Bonus: they were offering a scholarship so I could attend for free.
“Mama, don’t you think it’s kinda weird she shows up out of the blue with offers on a silver platter?”
“Gladys from the Episcopalian church vouched for her. Oh, Della, it’s only a summer program. This’ll be good for you! You love hearing about faraway places when the missionaries visit.”
“I don’t wanna go. I don’t think she’s tellin’ us everything.”
Her pale blue gaze pinned mine.  “You’ve gotta trust people sometimes, Della Garvison. Now quit fussin’ about it. I already filled out the release form and that’s final. If you want out of Guthrie, we’re gonna need some help and this will look good on your college application.”
There was no arguing with her once she made up her mind.  “Yes, Mama.”  She wanted me to save the world with good intentions. 
Little did either of us know, it would mostly happen at the point of a sword, but I’m gettin’ ahead of myself.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

I, Paladin preview! Read chapter 1 now! #urbanfantasy #vampires #fridayreads


The story of how I got drafted into the world-savin’ business isn’t so complicated. 

Amelia Thornhill directed a vampire at me.


Turns out, I have a higher calling and I feel horrible every time I have to lie to Mama about my job. It's been the two of us since I was five years old, so leaving home is painful, but Amelia says I put people in danger by staying. Because I’m not a normal girl, there will be no college graduation ceremony, no wedding to a nice man, and no grandbabies for Mama to spoil, but I'll let her hold on to those dreams as long as possible. Making sure she's taken care of always comes first.

Agent Seven’s origin story.

This series is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult situations.

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It's been a traditional middle-America life. Until she had to defend herself from a vampire.


It was a warm night in GuthrieOklahoma, but not so warm to be uncomfortable for walking home.  I took the turn off Main Street and cut behind the drugstore.  When I say “drugstore”, I don’t mean a Walgreens or anything like that—it was a Mom-and-Pop store same as most of the businesses in Downtown.
“Little girls shouldn’t be alone in the dark at night,” a voice said.  A chill ran up my spine.
Turning in a circle, I looked around me.  The air was eerily quiet.  “Who’s there?”  Gravel on the asphalt crunched under my shoes.
A man came out of the shadows, tall and gaunt.  He was dressed like a homeless person, his clothes dirty, tattered, and torn.  Tightening my grip on the strap of my backpack, I prepared to run, backing away toward the public street.  Suddenly, he wasn’t in sight anymore.
My heart pounded against my ribs.
“Boo,” he said behind me.
I jumped and screamed.  Pretty quick on my feet, I thought I could make it inside the drugstore.  A sharp tug on my backpack pulled me backward and I almost landed on my butt.  The man pounced, smelling like garbage, something rotten and metallic.
I pushed his face away.  He howled in pain—maybe I poked his eye—and came at me again.  His eyes were red—not bloodshot, but with red irises.  They were nothin’ like movie eyes with the contacts you know are fake.
Some instinct within me said you’re going to die if you don’t do something now.  He kept trying to bite me and it was all I could do to flail my arms, trying to scrabble back from underneath him.  My hands landed on his face again and I pushed, my heart pounding in my ears to the point of making me deaf. 
Bright light, heat, and no more man.  Ashes floated down on my clothes and the asphalt.  “What the hell?”
“You tapped into your power.”  A woman walked into view from the corner of the building.  “Well done.” 
I scrambled to my feet.  “Stay away.”
She wore a tweed suit, wire-frame glasses, and her hair pulled back tight.  If she told me she was from The Watcher’s Council, I was going to hunt down whoever put hallucinogens in my Coke at the diner.  She held up her hands to show they were empty.  “There is no reason to fear me, Della.”
“How do you know my name?”  For every step she took forward, I retreated.
This was already too much scary for me.  This was Guthrie—nothing truly bad happened here!
“I was sent to find you. I represent an agency dedicated to protecting humanity from evil. You have a gift, Della. A higher purpose.”
“No offense, lady, but I think you’re off your meds. I’m goin’ home and you can go back to England or wherever it is you came from.”
“Please,” the blonde said.  “We can teach you to harness your talents. You just reduced a vampire to dust. Aren’t you the least bit curious how you did that?”
I laughed.  Doubled-over-belly-hurting-on-the-verge-of-manic kind of laughter.  A vampire?  How could she possibly expect me to believe that?  “Lady… I don’t know what happened tonight. I just wanna go home.” 
Got maybe five steps, when she added the incentive.
“We’ll pay for your education.”
I sighed.  She had done her research, somehow.  I wanted to be the first woman in my immediate family to go to college.  Much as the diner was home, I didn’t want to work there all my life like my mother and the generations before me. 
The blonde handed me a business card, holding it out by the tip of the paper.
I told her I’d think about it, and ran home. 
It was a relief to get safely inside our little house with its Country Home décor and the scent of Pledge.  Mama must’ve dusted before going into the diner today.  Parched from my run, I went straight to the fridge and guzzled an orange pop.  The adrenaline started wearing off, and despite it being May, the sweat on my back began to chill.  My hands shook.
Did my best to convince myself none of what happened before I got home was real, showered, and went to bed early.
It wasn’t real. 
Couldn’t be.
There was a logical explanation that had nothing to do with monsters from the movies.  Had to be.  In the morning, I’d continue sophomore year like the average middle-of-the-country kid I was and this would only be a blip.  A stupid little memory.  The business card would disappear in tomorrow’s trash.  There could be no vampires in Guthrie.