Happy Birthday, Memory of Myth!

Well, not exactly – the third and final chapter in the Changelings series was actually published on May 30, but the paperback – always my favorite part of the book creation process – went live one year ago today, so I’m celebrating! Today and tomorrow (June 30 and July 1) only, every digital edition ofContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Memory of Myth!”

It’s Here! Changelings: Into the Mist

Changelings. They were the descendants of Man and Fae. They walked between worlds – as healers, mystics, even kings – but no more. He thought he was the last, alone and lost, until the day he saw them. Irish teens Maureen O’Malley and Sean McAndrew are lost in time. To find a way home, theyContinue reading “It’s Here! Changelings: Into the Mist”

The Man Behind the Curtain

D: Who is behind the curtain? A: You. D: But – are you accusing me of being a hack who subs sawdust for brains? A: You’re rather attached to that reference, aren’t you? D: It comes in so well with you. A: Cheers, D. And while that was part of the allusion, I was moreContinue reading “The Man Behind the Curtain”

Writing with myself

D: A? A, where are you? A, we have a post to write. A: (muffled) I’m over here. D: What are you doing over there? How did you manage to get in there, anyway? Is that a – wait, I don’t want to know what that is. A: I’m hiding. D: Did they finally fingerContinue reading “Writing with myself”

The Billy the Kid and D Files, Pt 2

They were found on a roadside, deep in the Nevada desert. Part of a cache of documents obviously intended for a secure location, the files have been kept secret until today. Their earth-shattering contents will amaze, possibly frighten and answer the question: what happens when an infamous Old West gunslinger and a centuries-old time-travelling DruidContinue reading “The Billy the Kid and D Files, Pt 2”

Sunday . . . bloody Sunday

D: Do we have a problem with Sundays? A: Yes, they’re always followed by a Monday. D: And are you not ready for Monday? A: D, no one is ever ready for Monday. D: Are you getting a little existential on me, A? Do we need to go back and have a little chat withContinue reading “Sunday . . . bloody Sunday”

Life in the fast lane

“Why didn’t you stop her?” The words touched the dread clawing at Sean’s throat. He couldn’t stop the tide of angry, panicky words. “I couldn’t! She clubbed Sir Nathan in the head! She’s helping them and she’s refusing to leave – she’s so deeply enmeshed in this that there is no talking to her, noContinue reading “Life in the fast lane”

Celebrate good times

Sean thought he understood. Maureen – proud, fearless and free – had been captive to a crazed, driven man. She’d been unharmed, but alone and afraid in the dark. Now, she was bareheaded in the sun, a pistol at her hip, fighting back. Nothing he could say would ever change her mind, but he couldn’tContinue reading “Celebrate good times”