I write contemporary fantasy novels, kind of like urban fantasy but with a serious lack of urban emphasis. I stick to modern settings, with or without a twist, throwing readers head first into supernatural mayhem. It’s my own brand of crack fiction; entertaining, fantastical tales of non-stop imagination. Or, at least, I like to think so.
My story in the collection is
THE C IN SUMMER:
What’s a sixteen going on seventeen boy to do when love opens more than just an ordinary door?
Witching for a living is hard. Witching after your werewolf girlfriend opts for ex is harder. Witching as an escape, now that’s impossible.
witch in haste…
IT WAS JUST AFTER my latest werewolf girlfriend opted for ex. Emotionally, I was a bit of a mess. That’s the only way I can explain why I took a job from an angel. Perhaps too that is why the memory of that day hasn’t faded one bit.
It takes a special kind of very bad day to break the one rule that every witch has.
Never⸺and I mean never, never⸺work for angels. If breaking up is hard to
do, try it while hunting down a dream thief with a mean streak. Add in a very
tight deadline courtesy of your unfriendly, neighbourhood supernatural, and even
if the job is all expenses paid, it still amounts to a very, very bad day. You can’t
cash anything from the other side. When you witch in haste…your regrets might
make the obituaries.
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I saw the corpse shadow from the corner of my eye; a sallow bruise like a tornado sky. It hung there, unmoving, no matter which way I turned my head. It wasn’t ready to drift across my vision and reveal itself. I sighed, mentally preparing for a day stalked by the reluctant shade.
This morning Nilla Hayes woke up with death.
She’s not sure whose death it is, but when she finds out her day isn’t going to get a
whole lot better. You can’t solve everything with witchcraft.
A Quick Read _ Short Story
Be Careful Who You Witch For…
Ever had that feeling⸺when you’re completely alone⸺that you’re being watched? I envy you. I see the watcher in an empty room, and I firmly believe ignorance would be bliss. My watcher had been standing in the corner of my store for fifteen minutes, making no concession to the table.
Nilla Hayes has a problem. It isn’t the pretty werewolf she shouldn’t be attracted to.
It isn’t that her best friend is trying to set her up, either. There are things going
bump in the night and they all start with a wicked witch. Things would be a lot easier
if Nilla could just turn a blind eye, but not all witches are bad.
Now it’s war⸺and no one is safe when witches duel with magic.