Archive for May, 2013

Book covers by request

Now I started this blog as a place to show my work.  While I have been doing mostly excerpts here I thought I would post up some of the ebook covers templates I have made up.  These are for sale at the very reasonable price of $5.  Basic fonts and your title and name are added for that price.  If people want more effects then the price goes up but not by much.

Here are a few examples.  These are done with my own photography and would be great for the writer who is doing poetry, erotica or romance.

yellow-lily black-eyed-susan blossom-five blossom-four blossoms blossoms-two blossom-three impatiences lavender-bloosom morning-glory peach pink pink-duo pretty-purple purple purple-pink-blossoms wet-purple white-and-purple yellow-blossom  If you are interested just drop me a line!


WIP Music Is My Mistress

This little bit will be one of the upcoming Guardians of the Gate City spin off side stories.  While not so much a Guardian, the main character will be a bridge between one city and another.


The notes floated through the rush hour crowd.  Soft but clearly heard by those who attention was willing to be distracted.  The clear voice lifted but not demanding to be heard.  Touching a place inside those the harsh day had pushed to an edge.  Soothing them.  Relaxing the tension that could so easily flare in the confined space of the subway platform.  As the train rumbled into the station, the energy changed to more a weary happiness to be heading home.


As the crowd moved a single man stopped by the figure in the alcove and nodded, dropping a crumpled bill into the plastic cup as a thank you before he headed back home.  His desperation lighter and a bit of hope, a tiny seed, filling his belly.  He heard a soft, “Go in peace,” and he did, stopping only long enough to toss an unused knife into the darkness of the tracks to be lost.


Sighing tiredly the figure closed silver eyes and waited.  The night no longer held the threat sensed.  She smiled softly below the floppy hat that shadowed her face.  Her work in this place was done for now.  Packing the dulcimer into its embroidered bag, she tucked it into a deep packet in the oversized coat she wore.  The cup followed, the money uncounted.


She slipped up the stairs into the snowy dark of a late Tuesday night.  The trains would still be running for another hour or so but she had another place to go now.  A warm room with a bed would be more to her liking but there was so much she needed to do and sleep could wait till at least some of it was done.


Looking up at the snow as it fell softly from the black sky, she shivered and wrapped a ragged scarf tighter around her throat.  As she walked she continued to feel out the air, pausing to sniff from time to time the wind that blew from the water.  As her feet grew chilled in her boots, she hummed a soft series of notes and let out a little snort, shaking her head.  “That won’t do,” she whispered and turned toward her next destination.

WIP excerpt from The Price of Freedom

Yup another work in progress.  I have over 150 of them after all and who knows when they will be finished. But this one is my science fiction novel that I will hopefully finish some time in the next year.


The Price of Freedom


The sisters all ran, each in a different direction.  None of them wished to be caught, to be used to bring in the others or to become a belonging.  It would have been different if they had parents still.  If their mother had lived and father had not been killed and uncle hadn’t seen a way out of his troubles.  Money he owed could be overlooked, forgotten for the price of four lovely young girls, all unique in their looks and powers.




They had all been born together, a rarity for the people.  Four tiny daughters brought forth from their mother’s womb with great pain.  One young father left with those daughters when his mate died.  He was a gentle, quiet man of the people.  He raised his daughters with love and understanding.  Never once did he blame the little girls for the loss of his mate.


The eldest, Druscilla, was the tallest and fast to anger.  She fought for the rights of her family, teaching those who tried to take advantage of them that she had hidden weapons that cut to the quick.  Her flame-red hair caught the attention of many but her fierce eyes made most males of the People nervous.  She was the leader of the sisters, often into trouble.


The next oldest, Chantrea, was the gentle one.  Her large, soft brown eyes captivated many of the young men their age.  She always had one of the small creatures about her.  She would care for the bird with the broken wing or the injured squirrel.   The three other sisters did their best to help her find training for her healing hands.  There was little money for a formal apprenticeship but the healer let her work with him as an assistant, teaching her when he could take time from his paying students.


The third sister, Tatum was the practical one.  Her black hair and green eyes were striking but more so was her sharp mind.  She schemed and plotted and helped her father keep her sisters fed.  When Druscilla’s temper got them all in trouble she would find a way to ease over the injured pride with wise words or a bribe if necessary.


The final sister was the wild one.  Where her oldest sister fought and grew angry quickly, little golden Arella was always running. She gloried in freedom and movement.  Always laughing, her eyes sparkled, her laughter was contagious.  She was fiercely protective of her sisters and father, loving with all her heart and rarely did she hold dark emotion.  Always she was willing to lend a hand when needed but rarely would she found doing those things that women were expected to do.  The tasks that were repetitive or slow were not for the wild child, though she could sit still if the task involved making beauty.  She had an eye for color and how they should be put together.

WIP A Fragile Peace Broken

I thought I would toss up the first bit of the next Loralil Greyfox story.  This will be the third book to my oldest series.  It comes a decade or more after the end of Revenge.  Loralil has found a peace as the title says but it is not meant to last


Chapter one

A haven destroyed


“So,” a soft voice spoke. “They came this way.” Looking up the mountainside a pair of amethyst eyes narrowed. There was a haze growing above and it could be coming only from one place. Swiftly pulling her bow, Loralil ran lightly up the mountain trail.


It had been 15 years since the death of the last of her family, ten years since she had been in this place. She had taken to wandering the wilds. The healers of Tal’sin had brought her back to a semblance of normalcy. She could function within polite society but she rarely felt comfortable there. She was a killer, she knew that deep inside and nothing the people of the Grey Elven city could tell her would change her view of herself. The long years in the human lands had shaped her.


She paused for a moment as she came close to the city. There was something on the air, a scent her forest trained senses told her was familiar. She shook her body, shaking out the tightness that settled between her shoulder blades. She knew there were intruders on her mountain, another race of beings had come up here and had most likely invaded the last refuge of a people nearly extinct. She wasn’t sure just which race it was as they were mounted but she had an idea. The lingering scent of the hated foe of her youth filled her nostrils and the small elf woman picked up speed.


She had be to sure. One part of her mind told her she had to try and protect the people who had brought her back and the rest told her it was once more time to destroy. The battle was to be found once more.




There will be many more Loralil stories from novels to short stories.

Soon to be released anthology! Dark Minds

Yup here is a bit on one of the anthologies i will be part of this summer.  This is a horror and fantasy collection of tales by six different writers.  I was both surprised and happy to be asked to be part of this book.  It will come out on June 24th as both an ebook and a paperback!  I get to have a copy in my hot little hands and that makes me really happy!

The following is from the back cover of this collection:



You are invited to step into the world of the bizarre, where just about anything is possible. Here is a place where anything can and probably will happen.

You are entering through a doorway and into the minds of some of the best independent authors about today.

Here is presented to you, a unique collection of 15 short stories.

There is something inside for everyone.

From wondrous tales of magic, to those of an extremely disturbing reality. And from pure fantasy, to the downright terrifying. There are Zombies, Vampires, Demons and Witches to name but a few.

They will shock you, bewilder you and scare you half to death.

Read on, but once you enter remember, there will be no escape. The door to our Dark Minds has been opened.

You are dared to step inside.


And here is the cover!

Dark Minds  front cover

From the Snow excerpt to be found in the new Author’s Choice Anthology

Yup this is the start of the story that will be part of the Author’s Choice anthology.  The name of the anthology is Reflections of the End and I have both a short story and a poem in it.  Should be out for publication by the end of the month I am told.  I will put up the link once it is

And here is the opening


On the dark streets, snow slowly drifted down, covering the small forms there.  Both were tow headed, one a scruffy boy, the other his smaller sister.  Too tired to go any further, they huddled in the dark and cold.  Against the fallen wall, they watched the dark form as it trudged toward them.  Too tired to be afraid, too hungry and weak to run, they watched.


As the snow covered shoulders came closer, they could hear the shrish of the cloth brushing against itself and the muffled thud of a staff in the snow.  Shivering harder they clutched etch other in fear.  Within a few breaths the figure stopped before them and pushed back the enveloping hood.


A kind, tired face smiled down at them and she spoke in a soft, musical voice.  “My poor little ones.  This is no fit night for man nor beast to be out.  Come, let me get you out of this storm and into the warmth.” The children huddled uncertain.


Her voice brought to mind soft arms and the smell of cinnamon, of a mother barely remembered.  The small girl child broke from her brother’s arms to try running to the woman.  The cold and lack of proper food had sapped what strength the child had.  Before she could fall she was scooped up in strong arms and cuddled to a warm full breast.  The woman moved the girl to the side holding her staff and held her hand out to the boy.  “I know it is hard but trust me.  I will bring you to safety young one.”


The boy stood uncertainly, memories of others who hit flashing in his large eyes, but with glance at his little sister, her thumb now in her little rosebud mouth, he took the woman’s hand.  She smiled and moved them toward the road, letting out a high-pitched whistle.


The snow swirled as the wind picked up. Soon a doglike creature appeared out of the whiteness.  As large as a pony at the shoulder, the white furry form trotted forward then dropped onto its haunches in front of the woman.  With a wolfish grin it let out a muffled bark and then nudged the boy.  He climbed aboard slowly.  Cold fingers curled in the warm soft fur and the boy leaned forward, resting against the great beast’s shoulder.

From one of the anthologies

Yup I am going to be part of a number of anthologies over the next few weeks.  Thought I would toss out little bits of the tales that will be in them.  This one here is from A Different Kind of Hunt


Darkness, blessed darkness.  It covered the trail ahead and behind.  Making it difficult for those following but easy for the one being followed.  Eyes like a cat.  Called cat the whole of a young life and now more than pleased part of the name was true.  Avoiding hunters was easier when one could hear their clumsy footsteps, could see them in the moonless night.

Wyanet ran lightly, unburdened.  Though she knew that soon she would long for those things left behind, now she just ran for the pleasure of it.  No conforming to the rules and customs.  No walking slow and demure, eyes cast down so no possible husband would see her odd eyes.  Tonight she was free.  Free to be what she was born to be.  Whatever that was.  She had no idea.  She just knew that if she didn’t run she would be caught.  Caught and imprisoned until she was wedded and bedded to some huge, hairy, ugly man.  She didn’t care for that fate.  She wasn’t going to become one of the beaten down village good wives.  Never thinking of more than pleasing the beast she was married to or the next child she was to brood mare for.

No giving up her maidenhead to who the elders chose.  She grinned in memory of the shock on their faces when she announced she was no virgin sacrifice to their hearth gods.  Then she paused in her running as another memory came crashing across her mind.  That of gentle, loving Pili, of what the elders did to the sweet young man who had been her friend and her lover.  She closed her large amber eyes and a tear slid

gently down her cheek.  Never again would she hear his soft voice whispering her name in her ear.  Never again feel his arms holding her as they made love.

Was it really so wrong?  To love one another as they did.  The two naturally attracted to each other.  For were they not both misfits.  Orphans, raised in the homes of the masters their parents had served.  He raised as a bard, a player of gentle songs of love.  His mother had been a journeyman lutist before the fever took her.  Her master raised Pili with love and understanding but the village didn’t take well to a small, quiet boy.  The other boys were all large, hulking and hairy, like their fathers.  Small Pili was like a changeling to them.  They taunted him from the day his mother had stopped there and it only got worse as he grew not tall and wide but wiry and lean.