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Stolen Petals!

So, I wrote a steampunk romance novelette awhile back and was shopping for publishers–and I’m proud to say, it now has a home! Breathless Press will be publishing Stolen Petals in the new year!

If you like bounty hunters, weird gizmos, steampunk aesthetic, steamy sex, and sassy banter, this is the story for you!

“Who needs to sell a point when I’ve got what you want?” He ran the tip of his tongue over his teeth. Of all the insufferable men around, she was saddled with one of the worst.

“That all depends. If you aren’t offering anything enticing, then you needn’t try to sell your deficiencies. I’ll just walk away.” She fixed him with her gaze, insinuating her point.

Posted in Random

Bad Writer

So, Dragon Age Inquisition came out this week, which means my writing is gonna be moving at a snail’s pace.


I forced myself to work on Soul Solution before playing a little. (Have to amp up the sexytime in the story) I think it’s gonna be like that for a little bit.

Now, off to get some game time in!

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Updates, updates, updates!

More for my own mental clarity than anything else, here’s what’s coming on the horizon book-wise.

Poisoned Apple–Picked up by Decadent Publishing, should be released within the year, or early 2015!

Stolen Petals- Steamy steampunk romance novelette, with some upcoming news!

A Soul Solution- Erotic paranormal romance novella which I’m currently shopping around for a publisher.

Red Skies Take Warning–dystopian pirate novel that is going through rounds of beta-readers at the moment! And then it’ll be time for some heavy editing.

Unnamed Sequel to Airship Named Desire–I’ve begun to write it, but I’m only a couple chapters in.

Hel on Earth- Picking up an old story and rewriting. Nordic urban fantasy, and I’m close to 10k into writing it!

….So sue me, I like to stay busy!

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Snatched Release Day!

Celebrate with me! Jupiter Gardens Press has officially released Snatched, my YA post-apocalyptic novel!


When Kara was ten, the shifters took her parents.

A year ago, they took her best friend Hunter.

And now, the night before her first military strike against those monsters on the surface, the shifters take the only person she has left: her little sister Lizzy.

The snatched don’t come back. That’s what Kara’s believed her entire life, but the first person she finds above ground is the best friend she thought lost forever. Turns out, the higher ups lied. Other colonies are out there, hell even folks who toughed it up above. If anyone knows how to get her sister back, these people would. However, unless she can rally these surfacers into an army, one girl with a shotgun won’t survive long against the very creatures that overturned her world.

Buy it here:

or on Amazon: Snatched

And don’t forget to add it on Goodreads: Snatched


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Posted in Sneak Peeks

Excerpt From Snatched

Never before viewed sneak peek of my new novel: Snatched

“Lizzy” I called while walking towards our main room. My fingertips brushed against the bumpy wall for guidance as I groped my way towards the light. Maybe she’d passed out for the night. The kid worried so much that she’d had bags under her eyes since she turned seven.

I entered into our main room. Three candles burned on our makeshift table, a wooden board we slapped onto two flat stones. The old table that dad made had broken, and Lizzy and I did what we had to. My forehead crinkled as I frowned. She usually waited up for me. My fingers swept the tabletop, collecting dust on the tips, but my eyes hadn’t failed me. She’d left no note, either. Worry burrowed in the back of my mind, dug its teeth in, and tore small bits of my composure away. I grabbed one of the candles and stalked towards our shared rooms, ignoring the hot drip of wax along my fingers.

She had to be asleep. That was the only explanation. The candle light cast hulking, mutated shadows all around me, and the reddish tint made my skin glow, turning the dirt floors the color of molten steel. I pressed my ear against the door, straining to hear any form of noise. Our house rang with the hollow sound of silence.

I grappled with the knob, my palms slick with sweat, but managed to push the door open. Our dirty clothes cluttered the floor, because neither Orris sister had inherited a cleaning gene. The dresser drawer hung open a crack from when I’d pulled out the vodka earlier. My cot’s sheets drooped along the floor, the same messy way I’d left them. The gnawing feeling grew, and my mind buzzed with a too-familiar panic. Lizzy’s cot lay empty.