It’s not unusual for me to cry over things that happen to my characters – in stories I haven’t even written yet. Which is both weird and tragic. Weird for obvious reasons, tragic because that much emotion not being read by someone is just stupid. So why can’t I get consistently motivated? I just don’t understand my self sometimes.
They need to invent a machine that kicks you in your ass every hour you don’t produce at least 100 words. I would say I should invent it but that would mean even more time that I spend NOT writing. Sigh. Anyway, here’s another snippet from my upcoming “How to Love a Pink Demon.” It leaves off where the last blog ended. Lemme know what you think! And thanks for your patience while I sort out my shit. Believe me, I know I’m pushing it.
Her girls thought she was some tragic figure, tortured by the lives she’d taken while in the military. Steele didn’t tell them any different. It was far from the truth, but they’d really bug out if they knew she rarely thought of those days. That she did not care a jot for her many, many kills in grimy, hidden places around the world. They were assignments or casualties of war, nothing more, nothing less.Read More »
Hey y’all. I don’t want you to be surprised when you buy this latest offering in my Demon Series and see some tough language – the n word specifically.
The word has evolved considerably, been essentially taken back by black people, which I’ve always found extraordinary. But it’s still emotionally charged, full of shitty historical context and wrathful feelings most black and white folks would gladly leave by the wayside forever. But its modern iteration is still perfect for this particular book.
My heroine Steele explains it briefly in the book, asking our hero Miles to look up the word niggardly in the dictionary.
The word doesn’t appear often in the book, and when it does it’s in very natural conversational situations. I know people these days tend to go from 0 to 100 for even the slightest offense. It’s doubtful this blog will allay that sort of response completely if folks are determined to go down that road. But at least this little preface is here for those who care to look, read and understand.Read More »
I’m pulling the trigger this weekend, y’all! So, if you’ve been waiting patiently for this book, you won’t have to wait much longer.
There was so much more I wanted to include – enough for a whole other book really – Steele is such an interesting character. She’s been featured in some of my other books, and this novel won’t be the last time you hear from her. But I’m already getting behind on the schedule I set for this year. I’m determined to publish more frequently. I will conquer my reluctance to let go! Thanks for sticking with me. Here’s another snippet where the last blog leaves off. I hope you’re into it.
The smile vanished as a man approached. His body tensed, preparing to charge to her rescue. Then he relaxed. It was one of her brothers. Tommy was right beside him, directing traffic as Tramp propped up his groggy sister and led her from the room.
Stealthily, he followed, smiling at this person and that one, laughing at a joke or pointing a finger like, “you the man!” a silly, cheerful gesture that always seemed to work on humans. But he let no one stop him as he followed after them. People smiled at him, but no one said anything when he mounted the stairs. Tramp caught him on the way down.
Miles grinned and shrugged. He never lied if he could help it. But the other man just laughed and went on his way.Read More »
I’m going to let it go. I’ve set myself some ambitious publishing goals for 2019, but I can do it. I just have to learn to let go. Perfection does not exist. I can’t find every mistake. That has to be the saddest sentence I’ll type today… Here’s another snippet from my upcoming How to Love a Pink Demon. Tell me what you think!
She resembled Tommy strongly. But she was a few inches taller, around 5’9 with the long, slender legs he remembered from his dream. She shared the same, large, hazel eyes as her cousin, the same short black hair, though her pixie cut was more utilitarian than her cousin’s slightly longer, more elegant style.
She wore plain clothes, a pale grey t-shirt and darker grey jeans. There were tiny gold studs in her small, neat ears, but no rings on her long fingers, no watch on her narrow wrist. He was charmed to see a dainty charm of a gun hung on a thin gold chain around her neck. He remembered the gun from his dreams. Did she like fire arms?Read More »
Peace! I’m still editing this sucker. It’s sooo hard to let go you know? Guaranteed as soon as I do I’m going to see an error. LOL Anyway, here’s another snippet that picks up where my last blog leaves off. Let me know what you think. I’m still on track to publish this book this month. Thanks for waiting!
He thanked everyone, tipped handsomely and took himself off. He’d pick up a bottle of wine for the party, kill some more time before he went home to dress.
He called back to the office. The girl who answered the phone told him Tommy liked Moscato. She even recommended a place called Binny’s. It was a nice walk. He enjoyed looking around the city. The man in the liquor store was happy to help.
“What’s she like?”
Tommy? “Beautiful. Expensive. Curvy,” he mused. “And very smart. She owns her own business and is quite successful.”Read More »
I need discipline. I’m working on it though. Anyway, here’s another unedited snippet that picks up where my last blog leaves off. Let me know what you think! I’m still on track to publish this book this month. Thanks for waiting! And shout out to people like “Little Fears” who consistently like my stuff. I appreciate you.
Foresight was common among his caste of demons, especially when it came time to secure one’s mate. Some had more, others just enough to provide better than average intuition on which direction to go in life. Now his was telling him to get on a plane. That on the other end of a large stretch of blue water he’d find the female haunting his mind and gently tormenting his body.
Having run and tramped and frolicked for hours with his brothers, he should have slept soundly. But that night he woke the house crying out. He wasn’t that loud, but Garhine demons have extra keen hearing. His brothers rushed into his room, his mum and dad on their heels, all of them concerned.Read More »
I lied. I said this would publish in December. It’s January. I’m a bum, okay? But gimme a few more weeks, and I’ll rock your world! Or, I’ll try. LOL. Anyway, here’s another unedited snippet that picks up where my last blog leaves off. Let me know what you think!
“Feels good,” said Mitch quietly, and Miles shivered, the deeper timber of his brother’s demonic voice sending a current of happiness down his spine. In his right skin sensory pleasure was much easier to find. “I haven’t changed in over a week.”
“Fancy a run later tonight?”
“Hell yeah. We’ll get Marshall in on it. He’ll be glad of a good break.”
They ran for miles that night. Then, quickly scouting the tallest tree in the forest, they climbed to drape themselves over its upper limbs.Read More »