It’s that time again! I’ll be counting down to the June 29th release of Ghost of a Chance, the next book in The Many Travails of John Smith, by sharing sample chapters, advance reviews, content warnings, and whatever else seems fun. In previous chapters, John was hired by the White Ladies of San Diego to…
It’s that time again! I’ll be counting down to the June 29th release of Ghost of a Chance, the next book in The Many Travails of John Smith, by sharing sample chapters, advance reviews, content warnings, and whatever else seems fun. In Chapter 1, John’s Friday night out turned into a Saturday morning out, with…
It’s that time again! I’ll be counting down to the June 29th release of Ghost of a Chance, the next book in The Many Travails of John Smith, by sharing sample chapters, advance reviews, content warnings, and whatever else seems fun. Today, we’ll start at the beginning, with Chapter 1! If you haven’t read Investigation,…
Somehow, it’s been almost a full month since the release of Blood is Thicker Than Lots of Stuff. May has been a crazy month in an already crazy year. In June, I’ll dive into the release hype for Ghost of a Chance, the next book in The Many Travails of John Smith. Today, I wanted…
Release Day Today, I am thrilled to release Blood is Thicker Than Lots of Stuff, the next book in my comedic urban fantasy series, The Many Travails of John Smith! It’s been months since John finished his case for the vampire queen Lucia, and as you’ve read in the sample chapters, life has moved on….
This was originally going to be a post with some (mostly ridiculous) stats about Blood is Thicker Than Lots of Stuff, leading up to next week’s release. But I did just that for the last three books, and it’s starting to feel a little bit played out. So instead, I want to revisit a subject…
We interrupt the countdown celebration to Blood is Thicker Than Lots of Stuff for an important announcement: the audiobook for Red Right Hand, the second book in my post-apocalyptic superhero trilogy, is now available!
By Wednesday, I was sick of Clairemont. Mrs. Thompsen had left the house a grand total of three times that week, twice to go to Von’s for groceries, and once to wander through the closest Barnes & Nobles. After the bookstore, she’d eaten lunch at a nearby Panera, where I carefully recorded her selection of a cup of soup and half-salad on the off chance that Phil would ask. The rest of the time, my target had stayed cooped up inside her home.
This was like watching paint dry, except less exciting.
I read once that the human body is an amazing thing. Given time and sufficient resources, it can adapt to nearly anything.
My body seemed to be the lone exception; I’d been huddled in the cold darkness for somewhere between ten minutes and thirty years, but it hadn’t adapted one bit.
I sat in my Corolla outside Mister A’s, caught between frustration and confusion. According to the hostess, Carly had left shortly after emerging from the restroom, and well before the vampires’ own departure. If nothing else, that told me she was okay. But it was clear I wouldn’t be seeing her again.
The benefits of wearing a suit had apparently been overstated.
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