Wednesday, October 1, 2014

New Release! Sleeping on the Job

At sixteen, Simon Murphy was an accomplished jewel thief, at eighteen he was released from a boy’s reform school and these days, he’s a detective with Chicago’s Night Shift. When a familiar killer strikes again, Simon is forced to confront his past, his mob boss father, and the brother he hasn’t seen in years. Of course, on the Night Shift, Simon also contends with ghosts, vampires and other things that go bump in the night. Add angry boyfriends in the mix, and Simon’s going to need all the help he can get.

 Available now from Torquere Press, the next book in the Night Wars series!

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Free Reads Update

I have at last properly formatted two of my free reads for distribution on Smashwords. This should make it easier for those of you who prefer reading on mobile devices. As of right now you can pick up:

Fiends in Low Places

 Originally available from Torquere Press for the Charity Sip Blitz.

Simon Murphy, psychic and former thief is trying to rekindle the romance between himself and his FBI beau, Gabriel. The two of them have gone from being on opposite sides of the law, to the same side, to fighting over cases. At each step they've been drawn closer together and thrown apart over their constant fighting. Can a pizza date fix this mess? Or will the vampire mobsters after Simon ruin any chance Simon has of being with the man he really loves?

Station House Six

Originally a serial here on the blog, it can still be found in that format if you so desire to read it that way.

Wayland, vampire hunter and Night Shift officer, is forced to take on something he never wanted; a partner. With Inspector Mulhaney breathing down his neck, a rotating shift of captains because no one really wants to run a station house full of pale, creepy fellows with garlic breath, Wayland is going to have to find a way to get along with his new partner--or at the very least, not get the guy killed.

I may add some others, not decisions have been made yet. Happy reading!

Monday, September 8, 2014

The Ladies of the Night Shift

There are a lot of amazing fellows to be certain, but the ladies of the Night Shift have their stories as well, and I am itching to tell them. Right now I'm working on the tale of Rebecca Driscoll, your first introduction to the New York Division. I just finished up the origin story for Lu, the charming lady from New Orleans and will be working on a few others.

When I start the Night Wars International line up, Thursday, one of the London members, will be making an appearance, and Lu will pop up again when we head to Tokyo to see how Takashi from Ame is fairing.

A newcomer in Sleeping on the Job will bring us back to Simon, but from her perspective, and the workings of Station House Three.

And because I'm in a good mood, I'm going to give you a snapshot of how Rebecca is dealing with being a new recruit.

Saturday, August 23, 2014


So for the past year I've been battling increasing fatigue, muscle spasms and pain. I have at last found a half-answer for the reason. There's no diagnosis, but it seems I'm reacting to the very low levels of Vitamin D and Iron in my body. Prescriptions have been written and filled so I'm hoping to get back to normal soon.

I know that as writers we all have this appearance of a magic box that produces fiction (or perhaps that's just me channeling where I thought books came from as a child), but sometimes it's hard to keep up with all the blogging and interacting we need to do to keep you all informed.

Sadly, that has been the case with me. I simply haven't been up to it. I've been focusing what energy I do have on writing the next Night Shift books. I'm sure you all prefer that to my rambling blog posts anyway.

Regardless, I hope to be feeling better soon and with luck will return to my manic levels of energy and start posting more regularly. If nothing else, so that I can put up teasers.


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.