You Want the Truth?

…you can’t handle the…okay, that’s cliche. My editor would be scowling at me right about now for even thinking this was funny. But I’m going to do it anyway because I’m a rebel. So there.


If you hear the distant sound of shrill screaming do not be alarmed. That’s just me flipping out.


( Actual gif of me )

My incredibly amazing publisher, Juame Validrosa, has done an incredible job finding an artist and an editor to take my words and give them the best treatment possible. Then he went and put it all over the interwebs for the world to see and (hopefully) fall in love with.




“The Foehammer Act has created an America where vampires, werewolves, elves, orcs, and other haunting creatures are now citizens of the United States, with all of the rights, protections, and privileges afforded the human. It’s a new world order, and it’s anything but orderly!

When FBI Agent Richard Donovan comes back from a near death experience, he doesn’t expect to get tossed into the deep end of things, but that is exactly what happens. After years of being a successful agent, he gets the promotion he never wanted as the lead investigator for a team of paranormal detectives who have to investigate all crimes done by and against America’s supernatural citizens.
Brand new to the paranormal FBI investigation game, Donovan has to travel to werewolf country, USA, to figure out why Lillian Lawson, a werewolf, killed her human family. It seems to be fairly cut and dry. Werewolves kill people all the time, right? It’s not that hard to picture one going lunar on her own family.
But when he gets to Bishop, New Hampshire, Donovan realizes the facts don’t add up, and Lillian, no matter how wolfish she can get, doesn’t come across as a killer. When Deputy Sharon Morris tells him that the ghost of Lillian’s husband doesn’t believe it either, he realizes that there is more to this werewolf mystery than meets the eye. “

That’s me…right there. In all my literary glory. I am elated that this is happening. I am excited, overwhelmed, and overjoyed that this is a thing and I did it. I want to think every single person who patently listened as I talked about this book or writing in general. You are truly incredible.



( this one is me too. )

Ever since I did this people have been asking me some really interesting questions and making some even more interesting assumptions. “You must be so happy!”, “Are you excited!?”, “Can I get a free signed copy?” and a lot of other things.

So let’s clear some things up.

Am I happy/excited that my book is finished? Well…sure…ish? I honestly don’t know. I loved writing it, and I love the characters, but I never feel like the story is done. I have been writing this setting out for about six years. The book itself has been a project that has gone through three very different incarnations just to become what it is. I love that it exists but honestly? The first thing I felt was exhaustion.

Seriously. I typed ‘The End’ somewhere around 7:30 one mid October evening and then I went immediately to bed. Did not pass go, did not collect $200. I think I woke up at 11 the next morning and drank a gallon of water, ate some ramen, and then took a nap. It wasn’t what I would call an exciting day. I was just tired.

I enjoyed chatting with the other people who were involved with my books creation (Lynn, my editor, Juame, my publisher, and Sarah the artist) but I can’t say that I really felt anything that I would call ‘excitement’ until I got the links for all the places where the story had been published.

Even then, I think it would be more apt to say I was…gruntled (it’s a word, I swear it is. I’m bringing it back). I was content, pleased with myself, and ultimately satisfied. Which is a little weird when you realize that you are talking about writing a magical murder mystery. But I’m not going to judge myself here.

All I really wanted to do was get started on book two. Is that weird? I hope not. I just think I really like writing.

Anyway. Here are some links to all the places where you can purchase my book!



Stop Hating on the EBook

Okay, I know there are probably a hundred blog posts like this one out there. They like to talk about how good for the environment an EBook is, or how it’s better for the author to pick up the hardcopy. Whatever. That’s not why I’m writing this. I got into this argument with a long time friend and am now feeling the urge to vent my frustrations. I apologize for the following rant.

I love books. We’ve been in a relationship since Spot went running. It didn’t become serious until the Nancy Drew Mystery Novels, but it’s always been there. In my heart. Tormenting me. (Star Wars Reference, boo-yah) It might not be my only hobby (I’m also a complete nerd) but it is the one that’s been there the longest and gotten me through the most.

But here’s the thing, books are expensive. Like, really expensive. Every time I take a trip up to my local bookstore I spend somewhere between $50-$200…easily. The last time I got a good tax return I spend half of it on books. I was a huge proponent of the hard copy story. I was a bit of a snob who felt that if you didn’t pick up the hardback as soon as it came out you weren’t a REAL fan.

But that was when I was gainfully employed, receiving some tax benefits due to being in college, with aspirations of the upper middle class. I never had to worry about paying my bills nor whether or not I’d be able to buy groceries. It was a very good time.

Then, as things tend to do, tragedy struck. Heath became an issue. I had to drop out of college literally 9 credits before getting my degree. The job I DID have, I had to quit. I had to move back in with family and got rid of my snazzy phone. I also had to say goodbye to spending $50 bucks a month on brand new pretty books.

I’m not going to say that I don’t watch any television. I love a few shows very much (Agent Carter, Game of Thrones, and a couple others), but I don’t watch them live, rather I watch them in big binge blocks.

I also lost a few friends during this time. People got really weird about the health (despite the fact that is was not, in any way, contagious) and me moving put me further from others. I also, in a time of stress, made a few bad decisions. That was one me.

I’m going to be honest, I got pretty depressed. I really needed to enjoy some escapism.

I did what any bibliophile would do. I renewed my library card, but I couldn’t get out there very often and there were lots of books missing out of the series that I wanted to read.

I went to used book stores when I could and have developed what I can only call a frothing love with them. However, it suffers from the same issue as the library. Also, people love to keep good books.

That Christmas I got an iPhone handed down from my sister, and Kindle has been a lifesaver. The daily deals, the cheap kindle books, Kindle unlimited. All of that has been fantastic in helping me stay sane in my time of need. It is, in the long run, a cheaper option than going out and buying whatever book happens to strike my fancy, though I’m still guilty of picking up a new paperback from time to time.