What's New Wednesdays

There is a lot new.

I did the cover reveal, complete with a little teaser and the buy links of my steampunk mystery If Two of Them Are Dead and you can see that here


I finished my Love's Landscape story Triseklion and it ended up a novella. You can see more about, complete with excerpt here and here (which features a mini-soundtrack)


Don't forget my stuff's on sale this week. More about it here


And today I got the cover for the Project Fierce Anthology which will be coming out from Less Than Three press and all the money will be going to LGBT homeless youth in Chicago. I think it's a great cover for a great cause.





How about a little excerpt from my Project Fierce story (urban fantasy) Nothing but Himself

The outdoor light cast a feeble, yellow glow over the cracked and crumbling cement porch attached to the front of the long, narrow house. The two ground level windows had their thick curtains pulled tight, and the tiny window that opened into Strange's cramped upstairs bedroom was dark. It would remain dark. Strange didn't know why he came here anymore.

Except he was almost sixteen, and he had nowhere else to go. The outdoor light was his grandmother's signal she had company, and she had that more nights than she didn't. The abandoned house next door had been a refuge for him until the upstairs collapsed, killing a couple of meth heads in the process. His grandmother had gotten jumpy then, letting him into her house so the cops wouldn't get suspicious that anything was wrong. Before that, he'd been locked out for months.

Grandma had made him an offer. He could stay at the hotel across the street and earn his keep. She owned the rent by the hour hotel and while he did clean in there – a disgusting enough job – when she said earn his keep, she meant like her girls did. Strange hated it. Those men hurt him, and he was terrified he'd get a disease from them. Grandma got mean when Strange said no, so he often didn't go into the house even if the light was off. Grandma's mean side often left scars. Tonight was cold, though, and he didn't really want to sleep outside.


And I'm back to editing my Soldiers of the Sun story. I hope to have it ready sooner rather than later (since it's already so much later than I anticipated).