Weekend Offer!

For this weekend only -- Jan 10th to 14th -- "Hung Up" is available as a FREE ebook!

Pick up your copy here!

Happy Release Day

...to me! *throws confetti*

Seriously though, it's been such a long time since I've had one of these I'd forgotten just how exciting they can be. When I was releasing via small publishers, it was easy to feel somewhat distant from the whole process, and while self-publishing is certainly not for the faint-hearted, there's a very gratifying sense of hands-on engagement involved. I've already learned a great deal from the process, and hopefully I'll continue to do so as I work through revising and re-releasing the out-of-print works in my back catalog.

I'm currently working on a re-write of "The House on Sheridan Street", which was always one of my favourites to write (it definitely features one of my all-time favourite scenes!) but likely suffered from being crammed into the 20k word limit required of the original Torquere Press Arcana line (waaaay back in 2008, which is... terrifying, frankly!). With the freedom to extend and expand, I can get a little deeper into Gale and Nathan's backstories and hopefully make the whole story richer. We shall see!

Thank you so much to those of you who have already picked up a copy of "Hung Up"!

If you're still curious, you can check it out here!

Hung Up -- Excerpt

It's 10 days until the release of "Hung Up", so to whet your appetite for cocky cowboys and grouchy veterinarians, here's a sneak peek at an excerpt from Chapter One!

He arrived in town five minutes shy of a thunderstorm, and, all things considered, Billy Valentine figured that was the story of his life.

After pitching up the trailer at the fairground, he took refuge from the deluge in the cab of his truck, where the heater and the radio blared, and the letter he’d picked up that morning sat on the pile of junk in the passenger seat. He glared at it through three songs straight, as though that might influence the contents.

Get a fucking grip, Billy…

Despite the soothing drum of the rain on the windshield, the sound of paper tearing jangled his nerves. Unfolding the neat, letter-headed paper inside the envelope, he scanned the impersonally polite letter until he got to the part that began, "Unfortunately, your application was not successful."

Of course it wasn’t. Crumpling up the letter and the envelope, he shoved both into the pocket of his jacket.