Monday, July 28, 2014

New Release!

It's a new release!
Devilry Done (formerly Best Laid Plans) is my addition to the Rode Hard anthology.

When Lucas decides he wants Ambrose back, he needs a plan. Unfortunately, Lucas has never been very good at plans. By the time he’s gotten Ambrose’s attention, Lucas is in trouble with some dangerous people and broke to boot. Of course, he also gets into trouble with Ambrose, and if he’s very lucky, his former paramour will be in a forgiving mood.


The crack of lightning startled me, but it was more than just that. It was a deep sense of fear that struck through me like a cold wind breaking into a toasty room. I shot up in the bed, uncertain if it was a nightmare or something else entirely.
"Good evening, Lucas."

I blinked, trying to get a look at the man looming at the end of the bed. His voice I knew, and as lightning flashed again outside the window, his face lit up. The blue-white flash caught the sharp edge of his jaw, eyes shadowed by the brim of his hat.


The tall, powerfully built man scowled at me, which did not change the fact that he was, in my opinion, one of God's finest creations. "You lost big at the house. Ran off with a tab running. I don't appreciate that." He stalked over to the side of the bed. "You think you can get away with stealing from me?"

"I hoped it would get your attention, to be honest." I leaned back on my elbows.

"There are less suicidal ways of getting a man's attention, boy. You have to pay for what you did. You know that."

"I don't have any money."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" He grabbed the buckle of his belt and unfastened it, sliding the thick strap of leather free. "This can go one of two ways. You can take it like a man, and then you and me will head on back to the house and settle up. You can work it off. Or, you can fight me, in which case I'll have to beat you longer, drag you out by your hair and you'll still have to work it off."

"I'm not going to make it hard, Ambrose. I need your help."

And in other news, Rode Hard made the All Romance ebooks Bestseller list!

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Upcoming Things

All right folks, it's been awhile, I've been busy. First off, I finished editing and formatting Station House Six, so it's going to be available as a FREE download for EPUB on Goodreads this weekend. Woohoo.

Second, coming in July you'll see Best Laid Plans in the Rode Hard Anthology. This is technically a Night Wars short story, albeit not from any characters you've met before. *evil laughter*

I'm working on edits for Sleeping on the Job, Simon's debut novel and the next chronological story in the Night Wars universe. Hoping to follow that up with The Evil Eye, but we'll see. Also on the burner is A Curse on the Mountain, which I'm in the editing queue for with Dreamspinner Press! It will be my first title with them!

Look for Sleeping on the Job come September (late) and A Curse in October (I think). I'll let you know when I have solid dates on those.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Sleeping on the Job

Simon's book just went off on submission! It's a bit shorter than previous works, but it sort of needed to be, I think. A lot happens though. Simon has a lot of growing up to do, and this is the book where the training wheels come off, so to speak.

In other news, I have another submission out in the ether, a high fantasy novel of epic proportions which I think everyone will enjoy. Different from my usual fare I'd say but the humor is still there and there are several darling boys for you all to fall in love with.

I'm working on How to Breathe Fire at the moment, which will be the next in the YA, Guidebook series. It's more of a prequel than a sequel, as it deals mostly with William, the dragon introduced in Vampirism and You! He has quite a backstory and it's been a blast digging into his past.

In other Night Shift news, I've started work on  The Evil Eye, which will be Jack's book, and I'm hoping to finish and submit it time for a Christmas release date. Prior to that will be The Hellfire Boys, which at this stage is turning out to be an anthology from Ian's perspective.

I'm trying to finish twelve drafts this year (one a month, I'm crazy), and I'm a bit behind so I'm racing to catch up. I moved house last month, so things were a bit more hectic than usual, not allowing for much writing time, blogging time or really, any time that wasn't spent packing and/or getting things ready to move.

I'm happy to say that I'm settled into the new place with Sophia and we're much happier. Location is everything.

In the meantime, here's a little snippet of Sleeping on the Job.

“Simon, I’m heading to work, you want a ride in?” Gabriel asked.

I’d spent the night at his apartment, which for all practical purposes was a warzone. He wasn’t exactly a neat person. We’d been doing this a lot these last couple weeks. Spending the night. Sometimes at his place, sometimes at a hotel. I couldn’t take him to my place, Fynn would find out and never let me live it down. It kind of sucked living with two other guys sometimes.

Well, two other guys and their adorable eight and a half-year-old daughter and demonic seven and quarter-year-old son. And a pixie. Fynn and Jack saved my miserable ass so I had to be appreciative, they also saved my job, which was why I was living with them—well that and Fynn was bound and determined to be the father figure I’d been lacking and keep me on the straight and narrow.

Once you’ve started taking strange purple pills from hobgoblins, it’s a clear sign you need serious help. Lucky for me, Fynn had provided. Unlucky for me, until I got my shit together, really together, I was stuck living with them.

So I spent the night at Gabriel’s.

I rubbed crud out of my eyes and blinked at my beau. “Coffee?”

He shook his head. “You are the most hung-over looking sober man I have ever seen.” He walked into the kitchen and poured me a cup while I peeled myself off of the couch. My back creaked in several places a nineteen-year-old shouldn’t be creaking.

“We are so never fucking on that fucking couch, ever again.” I stretched, cracking vertebrae back into alignment. “That is the couch the devil built. Why do you not replace it?”

“Why are you talking like that?” He emerged from the kitchen and pressed the warm mug of black coffee into my hands. “Drink. Wake up. Answer my original question.”

I took a drink of coffee, he pushed hair out of my face with a sort of lazy smile. I managed to smile back.

“Sure, I could use a ride. I think my wallet is in my office.”

“Given that I paid for dinner last night, yes, yes it is.”

“How is it I forget shit even when I don’t drink?” I shook my head. “It makes no sense.” It made some sense though. My ability sometimes overloaded my head, giving me sort of a hangover, only worse. “Did I leave any of those pills here last time?” My meds were supposed to help. I had no idea what was in them. Dr. Chan, the Night Shift’s shrink and doctor, cooked them up with Bronson, House One’s resident witch. I think they were mostly ancient herbs and things I didn’t really want to know about.

“I think so.” Gabriel headed back into the kitchen and looked through some cabinets, coming up with a small orange bottle with a prescription label on it that was totally bogus. “This it?”


He popped the top off and poured me out a pair. I opened my mouth and he rolled his eyes, but placed both pills on my tongue. I drowned them with coffee and he tucked the bottle into my front jeans pocket.

“Thanks.” I gave him a quick kiss, took another drink of the coffee and set about finding my shirt and shoes. “And what the hell is up with your music selections for sex? While I’m on the topic of things that bother me during sex. Couldn’t we, I don’t know, throw in some Tool? ACDC? Anything but Garth Brooks?”

“I like Garth Brooks.”

“Dude, you’d marry Garth Brooks if he swung the right way.” I found my shirt under the couch and put it on, relieved it was mostly clean.

“And you have an unhealthy obsession with that kick boxer.”

“Mixed martial arts expert,” I corrected. “And who wouldn’t? He’s all—fit.”

“Uh huh. Your shoes are by the door. Let’s hurry along now, I have a big meeting to get to.”

I stifled a yawn and gathered up my shoes, black and white Converse that looked out of place in the forest of black and brown dress shoes and dusty cowboy boots already next to Gabriel’s front door. “Yeah, yeah. And I have to—do something. I’m sure.”

“I bet Fynn has something for you to do.”

I shrugged. “Things have been pretty quiet recently. Mostly we’ve just been getting things more settled. The renovations at the last station wrapped up last month so I finally got my own space back—it was no fun at all sharing with Fynn—probably spend most of the day shifting papers again.”

“The exciting life of a government employee.”

“Very.” It was better than what I’d been doing before Fynn dragged me out of the fucking gutter. The days when I was still a thief, dodging my way out from under my father’s thumb.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Busy, Busy, Tragedy

I have been writing away these past weeks. Trying desperately to finish two different novels. Of course, this would easier were I not also on a one month deadline to find a new place to live. Our wonderful landlord sold the house I and my dear friend reside it, necessitating a move in the middle of winter.

So the house is in an uproar of packing as we attempt to squeeze in time to look at new abodes between our day jobs and our passions.

Today though, I received tragic news. My grandmother was released from hospital, and is unlikely to see the coming summer.

I wish I could fly down to see her right now, but that is simply impossible. I refuse to let the last time I saw her be the last time I ever see her. I will find a way. I have to.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Sleeping on the Job : Teaser

That's right, working on the new Night Shift book. Because I'm a sadist, here's a teaser. Ever wonder exactly how Fynn corralled Simon into working for the Division? Well, here's your answer.

Sleeping on the Job Teaser

            There were flashing lights outside of the pizza place when I got back from getting a burger from a local food truck. I froze as soon as I saw the lights. My first thought was that we’d been busted at last, but then I saw the sidewalk in front of the shop—a body covered by a sheet. From the general size, and the tuft of spiky wig, it was horrifyingly easy to figure out who was under the sheet.
            “Jace…” I felt frozen in place. There was an overwhelming sensation of cold. I’d never felt like that before. The cold was quickly replaced by a more familiar sensation—my muscles seized up and I fell to the ground with a thud.
            At least there were handy paramedics nearby to rush to my aid.
            When I came to I was in the back of an ambulance that wasn’t moving.
            “Hey there,” the paramedic said. “Saw your medical alert bracelet. Do you live around here?”
            “I—I work at the pizza place.” I managed to sit up. “Is—that Jason Moore?”
            The paramedic immediately put on his “grief counselor” face. “Yes. Was he a friend?”
            “Yeah. Was he—shot? Stabbed? Do they have any suspects?”
            “I didn’t get a look at the body. The feds swooped in and cordoned everything off.”
            “Like FBI?”
            “No, Special Division.”
            “What the fuck is Special Division?”
            “That would be me.” An incredibly tall, blonde man peered into the ambulance. His eyes were pale blue and I knew I had seen him somewhere before. I wasn’t really sure where right then, but given the state of things, I don’t see how anyone could blame me.
            He gave the paramedic a very specific look, and the man skedaddled. The blonde man climbed on in and sat down. “So, you work here? What’s your name?”
            “Simon, I’m Simon. Yeah, I work at Prince’s Pizza. Why is this a federal thing? What’s going on?”
            “Your friend, Jason, he was involved in some smuggling—”
            “Bull shit. You think I’m stupid? You sure as hell must be.” I blame my outburst on being fifteen feet from my friend’s corpse and the strain of my recent fit.
            “Ah, I see.” He leaned forward. His eyes narrowed and I saw a spark of recognition. Aha. I did know him then. Maybe a one night stand? “Special Detective Fynn Adder, you must be Simon Murphy.”
            I felt a chill. “You know my name.”
            “You look a lot like your father.”
            “So I’ve been told.”
            “You have fits often?”
            “I’m narcoleptic.”
            “Is that what they told you?” He put a hand on my face and I tried not to flinch away. “You’re all sorts of screwed up aren’t you?”
            “Sit tight, kid. I’ll be back.” He ducked out of the ambulance.
            Fynn Adder… The name had a ring to it. Maybe he’d been the news or something once.
            About ten minutes later he came back. There was a smile on his face, but I didn’t trust it.
            “All right, Simon, you’re coming with me.” He held out a hand. “Come on.”
            “Why would I go with you?”
            “Because if you don’t, your father is sure to find you and I think we both know you don’t want that. Come on. I promise, I can change your life.”

Friday, January 3, 2014

Happy New Year!

It's a brand new year! I've nearly gotten over my dreadful cold and am no longer running about madly trying to finish a thousand things. This of course means I have time to get back to the things I love most.

Writing being among them. The Night Wars books will continue this year hopefully with the release of two books in the series (fingers crossed). I have a new series in the works and most likely a couple novellas as well. The plan is as follows:

Sleeping on the Job (Simon Murphy)
The Hellfire Boys (Ian Mulhaney)

The Evil Eye (Jack) Tentative
Tokyo Nights (Takashi) Tentative

A Curse on the Mountain - Full on fantasy novel of epic proportions.

Collecting Sins - A follow up to Faithless

How to Breathe Fire - Follow up to Necromancy and You!
Becoming Dracula! - Follow up to Vampirism and You!

And perhaps a Night Wars anthology. Going to run that one by a few folks and see how they feel about it.

So many things... You all have a wonderful new year!

Monday, October 7, 2013

Home Sweet Home Cover Reveal.

Here we are! It's the Home Sweet Home cover! It's a short story, but it was long enough for it's own cover! Which is just--awesome. The cover comes from the amazing Brandon Clay.


Kis returns to Columbus on the heels of a bad break-up. Unfortunately for Kis, his boyfriend isn’t ready to give him up—vampires aren’t easy to say no to. With the help of Julius, an old friend, Kis is hopeful. His ex isn’t the only one looking for him. Kis ran away from home after he came out and his Uncle Tobias is now on his trail along with his boyfriend Caspian.  But with a vampire after him, Kis couldn’t have hoped for better than Chicago’s finest vampire hunter on his side. If they can find him first.