Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #58 (14.1)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts. 

Since the picnic in the park, peace has prevailed in the household, but for how long? Chan's birthday is coming up and Evan wants to do something special. Will he be able to do that or will he make things worse? See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #58 (14.1)

A week had passed since the picnic in the park. An uneventful week, neither bad nor good. No more outbursts or bad behavior. Homework and chores were done to satisfaction, bedtimes observed without too much whining. And yet, Evan found himself in the guest room almost every other night. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Mostly bad dreams. Sometimes Kamal claimed to hear someone in his room, and refused to believe there was no one there, despite Chan showing him otherwise.

Evan accepted  whatever reason was given and  he never complained. This too would pass, he was sure. Life would return to normal.

At least he hoped so.

Chan’s birthday was coming up. This would be his first birthday since they had begun to live together, and also the first since the death of his parents. Evan wanted to celebrate the occasion, but thought he should keep it low-key, under the circumstances.  He wanted to do something special for his lover, but what?

Chan was working a half day. Luckily he only had to work two Saturdays a month. Evan wasn’t scheduled until Monday. Kamal was playing at the home of a friend who lived nearby.  Madhu was keeping herself occupied with some blocks, sitting cross-legged on the living floor. Laksha was reading a book, but she kept a watchful eye on her sister.

Evan stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, unaware he was staring until Laksha glanced up to meet his gaze.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, no,” he assured her. “I was just thinking.” She returned to her book, apparently satisfied with his response. But he did have something on his mind. He just wasn’t sure if she would be interested in helping him.

He wouldn’t know until he tried, would he.

“Laksha,” he started again, hoping she wouldn’t be annoyed with him. The look she gave him was more curious than anything. “You know Chan’s birthday is soon…”

The young girl nodded.

“I was thinking about making him a special dinner. What would you think of that idea?”

“I think that would be good,” she agreed. “Did you have something in mind?”

“Yes, I did.” Evan drew closer as he spoke, taking a seat at the end of the couch. “I’d like to make some of the dishes your… mother used to make.” He tried not to pause too long on the word, make it sound natural and good. She didn’t seem to notice.

“The trouble is,” he continued. “I’m not the cook Chan is, not even close. And I’ve never made those dishes before. What I was wondering… Would you… I mean could you…” Why was it so hard for him to ask a simple question? Maybe because he was afraid of upsetting her? Or maybe he was even more afraid of her rejection?

Just ask the question.

“I was wondering if you’d be interested in helping make your brother’s dinner? Maybe show me how to make some of the foods you and Chan love?”  If she said no, there was always the Internet, of course. Maybe he should just have gone that route first and not said anything?

“I think that’s a great idea,” Laksha said. “Maa taught me a few dishes. I think Chan would like that.”

Evan was surprised to discover he’d been holding his breath, waiting for her response. He let it out in relieved sigh and darted a glance at Laksha. Was she really smiling at him? She was.

“You want this to be a surprise, right? Can I make the cake?”

Evan’s heart swelled at her enthusiasm. He’d assumed he would pick up something at the bakery, but if she wanted to do this for her brother, who was he to tell her no. “Absolutely,” he replied. “I think that’s a great idea.”

“Then I will start to plan the menu. Secretly,” she added with a knowing look.

“Sounds good. We can go shopping for the ingredients together, if you like?” Had he pushed his luck with that particular request?

“Okay, “ she said just as Madhu knocked down a stack of blocks. The small girl began to clap, obviously proud of her accomplishment.

“Good job,” Laksha praised her. Madhu giggled and patted the floor. Laksha closed her book and set it down before sliding onto the floor next to Madhu.

“Thank you,” Evan said, his heart appreciably lighter as he returned to the kitchen to finish the dishes.

 to be continued

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Virtual Book Tour: Howl (SIn City Wolf Book 1) by January Bain

 Good morning!  Please welcome author January Bain to Full Moon Dreaming! She is here today to tell us about her new release, Howl (Sin City Wolf Book 1). January will be awarding 1 $30 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter during the tour. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find the other stops on her tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!  Also, don't forget to read my review of the book! It's on sale at Amazon for 99 cents! Grab a copy before the sale ends!


Sin City Wolf: Howl

by January Bain




GENRE:   Billionaire Werewolf Romance






Never get between a wolf and his mate…

Billionaire. Casino owner. Tall, dark and deadly. Cristaldo Luceres is a potent force and a dangerous wolf to cross. Head of the House of Luceres, he’s used to fighting—literally—off any threat from rival houses. Wealth and women are his, but the one thing missing from his life is his mate.

Cristaldo’s on full alert when trouble comes to town in the beautiful shape of one Miss Everly Affini. The talented musician won a shot to play at the coveted Nero’s in Cristaldo’s Glittering Palace… and she could be the one, Cristaldo’s Forever Mate.

One problem is that she doesn’t think so—and isn’t shy about telling him—and another is that Rocco, an enforcer for the House of Ribelle, the Luceres’ sworn enemies, thinks she’s destined for him. Oh, and it’s the most powerful Super Blood Wolf Moon of the century, meaning chaos is unleashed.

Too bad. Once Cristaldo has a scent of his Forever Mate, he’ll fight for her…to the death if necessary. Everly doesn’t stand a chance.








As Everly lost herself on stage, I clenched my hands into fists, claws digging into my palms. I fought the urge to transform, making the air around me shimmer in alarm. My eyes burned with the desire that would turn them incandescent and expose my wolf. Che diavolo sta succedendo? Never had I been affected like this. An alpha male always in control, was what I prided myself on being.


I couldn’t wait until after the concert, though the group had just begun their set. It had to happen now. My skin rippled visibly with the need. The only way to bring back control was to give in to the wolf. I left the auditorium and took the flight of stairs from the penthouse leading to the rooftop and my favorite toy, a Bell-Boeing 609 Tilt-Rotor straight from the factory in France. I jumped in behind the controls and set a course for our nearest compound in the desert. Ten minutes to freedom.


No sooner had I landed the helicopter—and with the blades still rotating—than I was out and running. Mid-stride, I entered another realm, a parallel existence, invisible from Earth, and my body underwent the change. On the other side, through the shimmering portal, the sensation deepened until all my cells had transformed, aligned in a new form. Then I was back in the present, a wolf. The world had mutated to an array of colors unknown to the human eye, blacks and browns and grays with subtle shadings that my brain converted to what my human side saw—blues and greens, yellow and reds. I breathed in deeply, my olfactory nerves sharpened by the cool, dry air of the desert at night. The odor of dust among the cactus, scrub and clumps of grass filled my nostrils.


I picked up the scent of fast game and gave chase. Bounding along, the wind to my back, twisting and turning as I easily followed my prey, I savored the strength of the wolf. My large paws ate up the distance, the shadows of the Joshua trees familiar forms mimicking humans and moving past me at lightning speed as I continued my pursuit.


The scent of fear ahead span my brain out of control. My prey knew I was close. I redoubled my efforts, imagining the takedown. The satisfaction. Then the creature found his burrow all of a sudden and went to ground. No matter. I streaked by the spot, needing the run far more than the catch.


The dry land slapped against my paws and the wind sliced across my muzzle. Time had no meaning in the desert. The longer I ran, the lighter I felt. Expending such energy increased my strength, mile by mile, each muscle quivering with adrenaline.


A new scent drew my attention. Wolf. I swung my massive head to the east. The interloper was not of the Luceres pack. My brain sharpened and the thrill of the chase intensified. I covered ground quickly, totally focused on the enemy. I needed this, to show the curs their place.


I raced to the farthest section of my land and confronted the Ribelle dog. My fur rose as my tail bushed out behind me. He was hellbent on getting away, circling back and forth like a prisoner in a cell, preferring to cross over the electric fence rather than face me. I snarled my disdain at finding the coward trying so desperately to escape.




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January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full-blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create books that features strong women who live life to the fullest, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope her stories will capture your imagination.

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with her furry baby, Ling Ling. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.


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My Review

Cristaldo Luceres is so sexy, he turns women’s heads wherever he goes. Add to that attractive package charisma to spare and the fact that he is a billionaire, and he is just so much catnip to the ladies of Las Vegas. However what they don’t know won’t hurt them. Namely, that he is also a werewolf, a member of an ancient tribe dating back to the original founders of Rome, Romulus and Remus.

Cristaldo has a twin brother, Lucius. And while they may pick up women and pleasure them while in the same room, they do not share any of them, not like their younger twin brothers are wont to do. Each of them yearns for a forever mate, a seemingly elusive goal, but one long desired.

Everly Affini is the drummer in an all female band by the name of The Sirens. Winning the opportunity to play at the grand Glitter Palace in Las Vegas is like a dream come true. Things are finally beginning to work out for her, still struggling after a painful break-up. Even so, when she is first introduced to the owner of the venue, Cristaldo Luceres, she has to fight her attraction to the very sexy man. Not going there, no way. It doesn’t matter how much he seems to be attracted to her. That’s just too bad, too sad for him. The band only has three nights in Vegas, than back home and she won’t have to see his very handsome face ever again.

Among the various houses that comprise the werewolf society, the House of Luceres’ main rivals are the House of Ribelle. When a few of them show up at the Sirens’ concert, Cristaldo realizes he must put a stop to their attempts to claim Everly for their own. Especially since he’s decided she is his Forever Mate. And heaven help anyone who gets between them.

I’m not gonna lie, this book is one hot read. But it’s also romantic and fast-paced and very interesting. Sure, you know at the beginning that these two are meant to be but you can say that about any romance. It’s watching them get together that’s the fun. Cristaldo is sex on legs, and Everly is one damn strong woman who is nobody’s damsel in distress. Together they make a dynamite couple.

And to think, this is just the first book! I’m predicting that the next book will be twin brother Lucius’ book. My further guess is that his love interest will turn out to be the mysterious cardcounter mentioned but not seen in the first book. Only time will tell. Looking forward to finding out. 


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Sunday, February 28, 2021

Book Review: Bleach, Vol 32 by Tite Kubo


Bleach, Vol 32      

Author: Tite Kubo

Publisher: Viz Media

American release date: September 7, 2010

Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/Manga/Supernatural/200 pages

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★


Nel and Orihime are stricken at the idea of Ichigo having to face down Grimmjow yet again, but he assures them everything will be all right. Heartened by his words, Orihime reassures the still upset Nel that Ichigo is a man of his word, and if he says he will do something, he will. Grimmjow continues to taunt Ichigo until he releases his inner Hollow, which frightens Orihime. Is this the same Ichigo she has always known? Now it is Nel’s turn to tell Orihime to have faith and to cheer on Ichigo, for if they don’t, who will?

Gillians are the lowest class of Menos. They consume souls to the point where they lose all individuality. But occasionally, one of the consumed Hollows takes control of the others and dominates, continuing to consume until it becomes an Adjucha. If this Adjucha doesn’t continue to eat Hollows, it will regress into a Gillian and then there is no coming back from that. This is the perpetual fear that keeps them going. Grimmjow was once such an Adjucha, who continued to climb in the ranks until he became an Espada. He never wishes to go back again, so he must defeat Ichigo.

Although, if he fails, there is always another Espada waiting in the wings…

This volume of Bleach is concerned with the ongoing epic battle between Ichigo and Grimmjow, both of whom are determined to win. This fight was inevitable, considering their history together.  Orihime and Nel are helpless to do other than cheer Ichigo on, but never underestimate the value of a good rooting section! Reading about how Grimmjow became what he is was interesting, and gives us more insight into the hierarchy of the Hollows, as well as their development.

There is also a bonus story concerning Hitsugaya which I enjoyed.

Looking forward to the next volume!




Thursday, February 25, 2021

Book Review: Blue Exorcist, Vol 25 by Kazue Kato


Blue Exorcist, Vol 25       

Author: Kazue Kato

Publisher: Viz Media

American release date: February 2, 2021

Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/manga/paranormal/282 pages

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★


The Blue Night has begun…

A rapidly deteriorating Satan has found what he has sought, namely Yuri. But in his mind, he thinks she has betrayed him, so seeks her destruction. Father Fujimoto helps Yuri to deliver her second son as the others keep Satan at bay. At first, he is not responsive, then he takes his first breath, to her relief.

At that moment, who should appear but Sir Pheles himself, who announces he is in charge, following the death of the Paladin. He tells everyone else to withdraw and then proceeds to discuss matters with Fujimoto. Pheles tells the priest that no ordinary sword will kill the son of Satan, as the first child continues to fly out of everyone’s reach, but perhaps the Koma sword could. Too bad he gave it to a young monk a long time ago. Nevertheless, Fujimoto struggles to kill the child, only to have Pheles give both children to their grateful mother. A jealous Satan appears and begins a standoff with Father Fujimoto.

Fujimoto takes Yuri and the babies and escapes. She decides on their names.  The first one is Rin, like a Rinka, since he burst into blue flames. The other one is Yukio, because Yukiotoko are strong and warm! Yuri and Shiro make plans for the future, their future with the babies. But alas, Yuri’s health fails her and she dies, to Shiro’s grief. He protects the babies as best he can.

In the aftermath of the Blue Night, everyone begins to pick up the pieces, even as Samael makes a deal with his father to provide a proper vessel for him, as does the traitor Dragulescu. Pheles leaves the kids with Shiro to raise, but he’ll have to change some of his ways. And it won’t be easy. He becomes the next Paladin, and does his best to bring up Yuri’s boys, always mindful of the power inherent in Rin. Up until the moment when Rin’s father reappears to try to claim him…

And so we reach the end of the past. Rin has seen it all and now he understands so much more than he did before, primarily that he is not an abomination or a mistake, that he and his brother were loved and wanted by their parents, but fate would not allow them to be a happy family.  He uses the key to return to his brother, who is about to…

This volume of Blue Exorcist is jam-packed with action. So much going on, so much explained. So much tragedy. And yet from all of this we know Rin and Yukio will emerge much stronger for the experience. The love story of Yuri and Satan has come to a tragic end, but that isn’t exactly news. We’ve known that since the beginning. But it’s just heart-breaking to see it play out. I couldn’t help but wish they could have been together. I like Shiro, and I’m sorry his story came to such an end, but he was a good father to the boys, and taught them much. Mephisto Pheles is still somewhat of an enigma, but I have to believe there is more good in him than not, even if he loves a good joke at the worst of times.

There is so much to be done, but I’m sure that Rin and Yukio can succeed, if they only stay together, a united front. Another great volume, looking forward to the next!

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #57 (13.3)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts. 

Chan thinks things might be looking up when Evan proposes taking the kids to the park to play. See what's going on with them in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #57 (13.3)

The park was within walking distance of the house. Chan had gone there with his family many times, and had often taken his siblings there on his own as well. Used primarily by children from nearby neighborhoods, it was filled with  everything a child could hope for in a playground—swings and seesaws, equipment to climb on, a merry-go-round, and even small playhouses for sitting inside quietly with a book. Benches for the parents, of course.  Shady trees dotted the park, inhabited by friendly squirrels whose antics were often amusing, and whose broad leaves provided relief from the sometimes harsh Texas sun. And of course picnic tables and bbq pits for those who enjoyed eating outdoors.

There had never been any trouble at the park. Chan knew his parents trusted Laksha enough to take her brother and sister there to play under her supervision. Kamal and his friends frequently played there after school and on weekends. Altogether a familiar place. One Chan hoped would provide a much-needed feeling of familiarity.

How much he loved Evan for having made the suggestion.

 The kids readily agreed to the plan, of course. Although Chan thought they could have been more appreciative of Evan, since it was his idea. Laksha did say thank you, but Kamal acted as though it was his right, but Chan let it pass rather than spoil a day which held so much promise.

While the children got ready, Evan made a trip to a nearby deli and brought back an assortment of sandwiches and chips and bottled water. Chan’s mother had always discouraged them from drinking coke, as Texans referred to any brand of soda. He was more than happy to follow her direction in this as in anything else. He knew she would have wanted it that way.

Once they reached the park, Kamal spotted some of his friends and immediately became immersed in a game of tag.

Chan started to ask Laksha if she wanted to join them, but one glance told him she was not interested. Naturally not. She was four years older than the boys, and not given to the physical pursuits they frequently enjoyed.

Even Madhu seemed happy to be there. She obviously had her favorite spots in the park, tugging at Laksha’s hand just as she opened her book. “Want to swing,” Madhu said.

“We’ll take her,” Chan quickly volunteered. He glanced at Evan, who nodded his approval, to Chan’s relief.  Reaching for Madhu, he swept her up into his arms.

“Okay,” Laksha agreed, immersing herself in her book. Something about genetics, he noticed. He was always amazed at how advanced she was for her age. Sometimes he forgot she was only eleven.

Besides a full-sized set, the park contained swings that were designed with younger children in mind, and that is where they directed their steps. Such a beautiful day. He couldn’t have asked for nicer weather. Not a cloud in the sky, a gentle breeze. Life was good.

He carefully set his sister into one of the swings, making sure she was carefully locked in place before he began to push her. She squealed with joy and kicked her feet.

 The swing beside her was occupied by a small boy, who was being pushed by his mother. She turned toward Chan and smiled.  “You have a beautiful daughter,” she said.

“Sister,” Chan replied. “And thank you. Your son is very handsome.” The mother beamed at him in return.

Chan and Evan took turns pushing Madhu until she decided she was done. Chan released her from the swing and she immediately began to run off. Not that she could get far on her fat baby legs. Apparently she just wanted to stretch them. They easily strolled behind her in her wake as she zigzagged about the park on a random course.

Chan noticed that Evan hovered like a worried mother hen, and the sight warmed his heart. Maybe everyone was adjusting to the new situation and all would be well. He certainly hoped so.

Just then, he noticed Madhu stumble on something. She fell face first into the soft grass with an indignant wail. Evan was at her side in an instant. He reached for her, but she wouldn’t let him pick her up, struggling against his efforts. She reached out for Chan instead.

“Chan!” she cried insistently until he took her into his arms and cradled her, after making sure she wasn’t injured, just shaken up.

He glanced at Evan, not sure what to say to soften her rejection. He thought he saw pain reflected in Evan’s eyes and his heart went out to him. “She’s just used to me,” he said. “It’s nothing against you. She was just scared.”

But he wasn’t sure Evan believed that any more than he did. Chan stifled a sigh, as they headed back toward the picnic table they had staked out earlier, where Laksha sat.

 to be continued

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J Ray Lamb


Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Book Review: Bleach, Vol 31 by Tite Kubo


Bleach, Vol 31               

Author: Tite Kubo

Publisher: Viz Media

American release date: June 1, 2010

Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/Manga/Supernatural/192 pages

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★


Ichigo comes face to face with Ulquiorra, who informs him that Rukia is dead. And so is the Espada she was fighting. Ichigo doesn’t believe him, insisting he will save her. When Ulquiorra asks why Ichigo doesn’t attack him, he says it’s because Ulquiorra hasn’t hurt any of his friends. That quickly changes when Ulquiorra replies,” What if I told you that I brought Orihime Inoue to Hueco Mundo?” And the battle is on…

Meanwhile, Orihime is alone in her room, her solitude disturbed by two young Arrancar girls, one of whom is determined to torture her. But their fun is quickly disrupted by Grimmjow, who sets the torturer straight, despite her threats to tell Aizen what he did to her. But Grimmjow has his reasons for his actions, which he reveals to Orihime.

Renji is still battling Szayelaporro, who has a rather disturbing way of replenishing his health. Renji is at the end of his strength when help arrives from an unexpected source. Grimmjow has taken Orihime with him, for his own purposes, despite the intervention of Ulquiorra. Grimmjow is determined to use Orihime’s healing ability to fully heal the opponent he intends to fight. Orihime doesn’t wish to obey, until she is presented with a good reason to do so.

Another battle-centric volume of Bleach. I imagine that’s what we’ll be getting for a while as Ichigo and his friends make their way to Aizen’s inner sanctum. I’m sure he’s anticipated all this in advance and is waiting for them with plans of his own.

I love the banter between Renji and Dondochakka, and Uryu and Pesche. Not to mention Nel and Ichigo. At the same time, they are more than mere comic relief. If we know nothing else about Ichigo, it is that he will not give up, no matter what the odds, in order to save the people he cares about. Never say never is his motto.

More battles ahead, looking forward to the next volume!

Virtual Book Tour: Moscow Nights by R.W. Buxton

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Moscow Nights

by R.W. Buxton




GENRE: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance






Erin is desperate to save Gerry from shadowy forces that would do anything to prevent him from fulfilling the prophecy. But when she arrives, he’s with another woman and the worst thing is it’s Tina, his former partner at the FBI.


Can she convince him the threat is real, and not just to him, but Mary his young daughter.


Halfway around the world ominous figures hiding in the night plan the unthinkable and Gerry is the only one that can stop them. The threat is genuine but will he believe her? Will he believe in the prophecy?


Erin must face her own past, a past she thought was over. It opens old wounds that send her careening on a path of destruction. Can she overcome them in time to save Gerry or will she lose everything because of a deep-rooted hurt that can’t be healed?




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She pulled him closer, and he decided not to reply. Gerry glanced down at Erin. Even though her dark hair partially covered her face, he could still see emotions tug at her. There was more she hadn’t told him, but he didn’t pry.


Their walk ended as they climbed the stairs of the Bolshoi Theatre. It was more amazing than any building he could think of in the States. It rose with pillars and lights, lit for a gala event.


“Shall we go in?”


“Just a moment more. I want to spend a few more minutes with you.” Erin clasped her hands around his arms.


He looked down at her. The lines of worry were gone, replaced with a softness he had never seen in her. There was a kindness there. He found it hard to reconcile it with what she was. Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed her.


Erin stammered, “Wait here, and I’ll go to will call to pick up the tickets.”




You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?

The who part of this is pretty easy. It would be my wife. I guess I could pick some famous person or someone that knows about survival like Bear Grylls. I would be set up for survival. But to be honest, if I was stranded, I would want it to be my best friend and partner. More often than not my voice of reason. Over thirty years, we’ve survived some rough and tumble times and being stranded would be a walk in the park.

As for what item I would take. I’m not really sure. It seems to me I would want something practical, either to start a fire with or build a structure and hunt for food. Since a knife would help with food and a place to live I guess that would be it. I learned long ago in Scouts that it is possible to start a fire with a stick and a little piece of wood, so I hope I would remember how.

Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?

I can’t say that any musical really exemplifies my life, but Old Deuteronomy from Cats is certainly one cat that I can identify with. Being the leader of the Jellicles he’s old, wise and respected. I only qualify for old and wise, and not even wise if you ask my kids. Sometimes, like Old Deuteronomy, I feel like I’ve lived my nine lives.

What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?

This is a tough one. We both have completely opposite ideas of romantic, but somehow we’ve managed to survive. For me, it would be a romantic getaway to a mountain retreat. Someplace surrounded by massive old-growth trees, that has fine dining, hiking trails and a beautiful porch to sit on and watch the sunset.

For her, it would be somewhere near the beach. Over the years, we’ve compromised, which means we go to the beach. But to spend an evening at a local restaurant overlooking the water, watching the fishing boats come in, is pretty idyllic.

When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?

I always, (maybe I shouldn’t use always), start with a character. Once I have a character, I work on their arc. I want to know who they are and where they are going. This gives me ideas for the plot. I then work on the people that will influence their lives and the impact they have. Then once I have a framework, I think about the plot that will move the character from the beginning of their journey to the end.

Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?

The Joker is my favorite villain. No real reason, he’s just a cool guy that’s misunderstood. Not to mention really cool makeup and a personal style that says, “I don’t care.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:


I love a good paranormal read, something about the un-dead haunts the fringes of my mind. Mix in romance, love, loss, and you have a great story.


I voraciously read everything, fiction, and non-fiction but always find myself turning back to the darker stories. I’ve always wanted to write and the dream became a reality with Capital Thirst, and the remainder of the Erin Kingsly novels.


I spend most of my days designing and building websites, but my free time is devoted to my wife, family, and cats. Yes three grown children and three cats. Things can be hectic.


For fun you might find me driving winding roads with the top down or out photographing nature.





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