RELEASE DAY!: Baying For Blood

So, book two of my amazing Indigo Skies series is out today! The sequel to Preying On Time will see us reunited with Violet, Logan and Simon in a future where the human genetic code has mutated to create various supernatural types.

In the last book, Logan was involved in a life changing attack. Baying For Blood begins with him adjusting to this new way of life when a serial killer strikes leaving Logan in the frame. Despite the evidence, PI Violet Eonsen doesn’t believe her brother has killed anyone.

She just needs to prove it.

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#MarchMadness Fiction 1 of 4

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Belial Bairns

He pushed the word around his plate, its sallow skin seeping red essence. His mother wouldn’t understand. She would think they were more of his ‘nonsense words’. If only she could comprehend his great creativity.

Destruction is a kind of creation.

He smiled and pushed the word again until it was perfectly aligned, juice dripping from its gelatinous spine. Inventing was his favourite. Creating destruction… It was a delicious past time.
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Dicey Flash Fiction: Week Four

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Punch & Judy
This is week the last of the #DiceGames fiction challenge.

Damp patches blotted the bitumen, gathering in number until the tarmac was sodden. He waited until the rain was at its heaviest to load the car. The old pickup wheeled and wretched as the burdened sheets were slung inside, dripping wet.

He paused before packing away the tailgate, allowing his eyes to absorb the blood soaked linen. It was going to be a long drive. The discordant jangle of keys rattled in his ear as they turned in the door.

The air in the car was clammy.
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Flash Fiction No. 60

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Cinders
A continuation of Picking Up The Pieces

“Bailey’s ’n ice,” he muttered to himself, staring through the heavy duty pane into the freezer. The frosted glass was scraped away in places, allowing him to see his new possession.

The glass was specially imported. He didn’t want any way for water elementals to slip in through the reflections. He smiled to himself, cold eyes burning through the window to the young man frozen there. It wouldn’t take long before she would come too.

He understood that that was how love worked having never tried it himself.

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