Preorders open for Inheriting Her Ghosts!

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘–π‘›β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘  π‘šπ‘’π‘β„Ž π‘Žπ‘  𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑑. π‘Šπ‘’ π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’, π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼. Preorders for my Victorian gothic novella, INHERITING HER GHOSTS, are available! Get it the moment it drops on July 9 πŸ–€ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0977PL7BB

It Was Only A Game

I have an addictive personality. It can be a problem. Thankfully I manage to channel it in things that aren’t, on their own, terrible for you. In particular, video games. Not the kind you play on your own, but the co-ops and the multiplayers and the MMOs. The social stuff. It’s how I make friends.... Continue Reading →

Halloween Sale!

My new short story collection, ALL THAT’S FAIR, and her horror book sisters, THE CORPSE GARDEN, FROM TWISTED ROOTS, & THE FESTERING ONES, are all available for only 99 cents through Oct. 7. Never a better time than Halloween season to check them out! Find them all on Amazon by clicking here! Pippin says, "Whenever... Continue Reading →

All That’s Fair Is Out Now!

My new collection of short horror stories is now available in eBook and paperback on Amazon! A maiden looking for love in all the wrong places. A mother in an endless search for missing children. A crone whose passing is marked by the tinkling of tiny bells. All That’s Fair is a collection of twenty-two... Continue Reading →

Between The Pages

My son loved books. If the only thing the kid ever got as a gift was books, he’d have been the happiest person on earth. No idea where he got it from; his dad and I could barely bother skimming short news articles, much less intentionally sit down to slog through a book. Cole, though.... Continue Reading →

The Broken Man

Out off the old county road, there’s a path that runs through the woods. It cuts across to what passes for a downtown around here. The trail itself isn’t much to write home about, just some wooden planks laid down to mark its edges and the occasional sign nailed to trees warning people not to... Continue Reading →

Grief Eater

I think about death a lot. Not my own, not really, anyway, but my family’s. My parents, cousins, pets. I see them die over and over again, each time more gruesome and detailed than the last. And I’m just so tired. I was seven when Grandma died. It was my first brush with death, and... Continue Reading →

The O’Sullivan Song

My family came over from the old country only a generation ago. Gran waddled off the boat in 1954, nine months along and ready to drop Dad the moment she set foot on American soil. She had the courtesy to wait until Granddad got her to their apartment in the Irish quarter, at least. Despite... Continue Reading →

Sometimes Even Mamas Make Mistakes

The first word that came to mind when I met Jeremiah Goodwin was small. He was a short man with close-cropped, pale hair and a hunched posture. He looked almost childlike sitting in the office chair, save for the fact that his hands were shackled to his waist. I’d been told it was for my... Continue Reading →

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