Monthly Wrap Up: June 2021
Monthly reading update
Good morning, folks! Once a month, I’m going to be sending out a list of links to everything I’ve written (and sites I’m writing on). Your support this year has been amazing, and I appreciate you so much!
Here we go!
What happens when a centuries-old vampire and a human mage meet in our modern age? Something definitely “Wicked & Wonderful”!
This serialized novella is posted weekly!
Chapter 03: Opportunity Knocks
Chapter 05: No Gnomes are Good Gnomes, Right?
Whispers of the Dead
The hunt for a murderer unfolds, dropping Zoe right in the middle of a power struggle between a nightmare of a coven, and a serial killer leaving bodies in ceremonial circles in the rural parts of Baltimore's city limits. A race against celestial bodies and the trail of earthbound body parts keeps our intrepid clairvoyant running right until the very end.
Check out this 5 minute audio clip of my first book
Whispers of the Serpent
Who is murdering babies in the Baltimore/D.C. area? For Zoë Delante, police clairvoyant, things gets personal when her one-year-old niece ends up missing. Someone is using magick to control and kidnap people, and they keep finding strange scales at all the crime scenes. Armed with stronger magick and new allies, everyone's favorite Wiccan races to unravel this mystery. But will it be enough?
Whispers of the Sidhe
What Wiccan games we play. Some wounds never die. ~ A phone call sends Zoë Delante across the country to unravel a deep, personal mystery. Between her father's dead body, and a powerful ghost girl calling for help, she should clap, because faeries are real—and dangerous. Can everyone's favorite Wiccan figure out what's going on before the supernatural forces gathering around her take her down?
Who knew the madness that would be unleashed by the fervent mental renderings of three children! Mayhem, certainly, he would've known, but chaos that he was, he spoke no word of it, except for tiny whispers into Mischief's ear. Oh, and that boded ill for anyone outside their sacred circle of three for she was ever protective of her brothers. Yes, brothers. Though Mayhem was the eldest and leader for all intents and purposes, Magick was the youngest by just over a decade, still forming words on lips wet with drool that longed for teeth. And so it was that Mischief remained firmly ensconced between them both.
They lived in a house with Mother and the Mister, as Mischief so adoringly referred to her stepfather, while Father wandered around securing world peace with his wand. It was a nice enough abode, each child to a room, the parental units in their own space. Even Mop, their mystical Shih Tzu, had his own corner. It was here that most of their adventures began.
A dystopian short story about what men think would happen, if women regulated their bodies like men regulate ours.
Old west meets succubus. What happens when enough is not enough?
All my work on Medium. There are a lot of articles about mental health and ghost stories.
Thank you for your support this month. 2020 was hard as hell, but 2021 feels like the Universe said, “Hold my beer.” You guys have been a huge help keeping me focused and not drowning in feels. You’re amazing. Thank you!