Monday, April 23, 2018


Please note, as of Wednesday April 18th, 2018, The Wolf's Pewter Priestess and The Copper Spyglass Nursery have been returned to Michele and I. We are trying our best to figure out where to place the books at this time. We do have it with another publisher and when we find out if it will be staying there, Michele and I will let you know.

As of right now, Darkness Rises is still with AGP and for sale, but if the situation changes, we will again let you know.

Thank you for sticking with us while we traverse this difficult situation.

TL and Michele

Sunday, January 28, 2018

#SixSentenceSunday ~ The Copper SpyglassNursery

Good morning everyone! Today I would like to share with you, The Copper Spyglass Nursery which is part of a Father's Day collection of books, but also a part of mine and Michele's Dreadful series! This is a continuing adventure for the Dreadfuls and what happens when a baby joins the motley crew of people. We hope you enjoy it! If you haven't picked up a copy of Darkness Rises, do it now!

Seh opened his dark-brown eyes and peered up at Ezra. After sixteen grueling hours of labor, he came screaming into the world. Clara worried incessantly about her deformity transferring over to their son. Ezra didn’t. If the boy did have a withered appendage, they would simply do as Clara had, and Charlie would have created a custom arm or leg for the boy. He would be treated no different than anyone else.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

#SixSentenceSunday ~ Darkness Rises (Releasing 1-19-18 on its own)

Good Sunday morning to you! Michele and I have been working our fingers to the bone, trying to bring all of our loved stories to you. This past week has been whirlwind of activity, between the huge release of Kalkin and now, we're gearing up to bring you Darkness Rises as a stand alone book!

Nothing has changed mind you. With the anthology broken apart, we are releasing DR on it's own for your reading pleasure! We're also looking forward to bringing you The Wolf's Pewter Preistess, The Copper Spyglass Nursery and The Fallen Clockwork Angel, to name a few.

Until then, here is a six sentence snippet of Darkness Rises!

His mouth watered. The ardor grew. The only thing he heard was the beat of Annabelle’s heart. It flooded his ears. Consumed him. Left him a salivating vampire, desperate for blood. Needing her lifeforce.  

If you would like to purchase an individual copy of Darkness Rises, you can do so here:

Sunday, November 12, 2017

The Wolf's Pewter Priestess ~ #SixSentenceSunday!

Welcome back to another Six Sentence Sunday. I took a week off to catch up on stuff I needed to take care of on the home front. Today I thought I would share with you a little bit more of Ezra and Clara's story. I hope you enjoy it. And, remember, if you haven't read Darkness Rises, you can pick it up here!

“No,” she answered. “A product of birth.”
“You’ve hidden your whole life, haven’t you, Miss Clara?” He tipped her chin as she tried to conceal her shame. “I believe you won’t be needing to do so any longer.”

A flood of relief imbued her. “Perhaps you’re right, Mr. Blakely.” She giggled when he growled at her.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Darkness Rises is Here!

London 1886

An unseen force has been awakened under the bowels of London. Jonah McRae and his band of Dreadfuls have been called forth to dispatch the undead, and send them back to the depths of hell. What he hadn’t counted on was a raven-haired beauty, Annabelle Craig.

Monsters are Annabelle’s life. Trained by the best monster hunter of them all, she is ready to take on the scourge plaguing London at night. However, the lines between monster and hero are skewed when Jonah, an immortal, and his men are bound and determined to fight beside her.

Each night the zombie horde grows stronger and shows no sight of easing, even as the chemistry between Annabelle and Jonah builds. Without finding the source of their reanimation, The Dreadfuls, along with Annabelle’s Misfits, are doomed to fight until the whole city is razed or the culprit is found. Even worse, the compulsion to take what is not his - the beautiful and capable Annabelle – pushes Jonah to the extreme. Will he take what he desires and let the city burn? Or, forgo his savage need and sacrifice himself to save London?


London 1886
The rain fell in a light mist, coating the cobblestone alley in a slick, putrid mess. Nights like these caused the ardor to rise within Jonah McRae. The thrill of the chase. Cornering his prey. Taking his fill from them as they fought to their dying breath. The absolute splendor in spending himself inside a female gave him such a rush. One he didn’t experience as often as he used to before he met Omer Cause, and his life irrevocably changed for the better.
The clop of hooves on cobblestone streets echoed off the narrow passageway, adding to the tension rising around him. Tonight, he hunted. The woman he stalked had been waiting for him outside the gentlemen’s club when he left—a sure sign it was meant to be. He told her his favorite fantasy, and she ran. His dick thickened. The thrill of the hunt filled him with such joy. To retrieve the memories of old and give over to his primal instincts. No, he might not kill anymore, but he could still have a little fun.
“Please, sir.” Her soft, lilting voice shot straight to his bollocks, tightening them.
Jonah tracked her, keeping to the shadows as they wound their way deeper into the heart of London. His pace was even, light. Every so often the petite woman would turn, casting half of her features in shadow. He could smell her fear and excitement. Taste it on the crisp night air. His cock hardened to the point of pain.
“Shh, pretty. This will only take a moment.” The corner of his mouth kicked upward in a smirk. Power radiated from him. One night to chase was never enough for him. It didn’t satisfy the burning ache for more.
Damn Dr. Brew and his elixir. The horrid tasting trash sustained him, but never quenched the need to take more. Nevertheless, it was part of the contract he agreed to.
“Y-y-you’re scaring me.” She stopped in the light. The discarded ragged remnants of a once fancy dress she wore hung from her lithe frame as she gathered the bodice. Each time her chest rose, it gave him a glimpse of her creamy breasts and the edge of her pink areolas.
His mouth watered and his gums throbbed as he took a step forward, mindful of keeping to the darkness. He held out his hand to her. “Come.” He dipped his chin, capturing her gaze with his. “Walk with me.”
“Yes…” She reached out to him. The fear left her pretty amber eyes, was replaced with peace. A mind trick he’d learned over the years.
“Take.” His heart thumped in his chest. Once…twice… “Take.”



Please note, as of Wednesday April 18th, 2018, The Wolf's Pewter Priestess and The Copper Spyglass Nursery have been returned to M...