Following the untimely death of his parents, Daniel, a teenage outcast, reluctantly moves into his uncle’s home in the country where he’s left feeling even more friendless and isolated.
He discovers a lonely girl is haunting the old mansion when he sees her standing at the outside entrance to the cellar. Her name is Lizze, she tells him, and this is where she stood the night she was murdered in 1897 on her seventeenth birthday. Daniel’s great grandfather shot her because he had reason to believe his wife was about to find out he’d been having an affair with her servant. Lizze’s body was hidden in the cellar and then forgotten.
Daniel and Lizze become fast friends. By year’s end they are deeply in love. When he turns eighteen, his uncle orders him to go out and seek his own fortune. Torn between two worlds, a foiled robbery attempt changes Daniel’s life forever.
The paramedics had taken his parents to the morgue long before he stepped off the high school bus. Severe weather warning sirens echoed hollowly as they wound down. The rain had stopped but a new round of lightning raised fears of another bad storm on the horizon. Daniel walked close to the remains of his home, the roof and walls scattered about like a high-speed fan had hit a house of cards. A fierce and devastating EF-5 tornado had made a direct hit on the low-income neighborhood and completely flattened it.
He stopped and looked around, his vision blurred by heavy tears. On the ground a couple of feet beyond where the front door once stood was his father’s favorite baseball cap. He picked it up. Swallowed the lump in his throat. Unzipped his backpack, and put the cap inside.
The sounds of pain and misery were all around him.
A woman is left homeless after a fire destroys her apartment building. At the same time, a severe thunderstorm warning is issued. Trying to get out of the city at night in a downpour while caught in heavy traffic she makes a wrong turn.
Evelyn finds a farmhouse by accident. About to knock and ask directions, the door screeches open.
I've updated most of my book covers, and added an excerpt of Bad Mojo: The Complete Series (or something else) to the end of every story.
Changed the titles of two short stories: Bonnie Parker Smile is now Bonnie and Claude. Stay With Me will be Madden Manor (haven't uploaded this one yet). Gar has a new look, too (not uploaded yet). The covers will remain the same for The Plot and Night of the Dark.
A crime writer embarks on a killing spree by means of voodoo magic. Traveling across the country under the guise of a promotional tour for her successful debut novel, she uses details of the murders to maintain her best-seller status with an upcoming episodic thriller series.
Excerpt from Chapter One of Book One:
Virgil awoke late at night to find his wife gone. He kicked off cold and clammy bedcovers, box springs screeched when he got up. A steady breeze, weighed down with humidity, carried the vanilla-like fragrance of Joe-Pye weed and the barely audible sound of laughter through an open window.
He stood behind fluttering white sheers and watched Marie trot across the back yard, her long black curls bouncing with each footfall. The opaque security light above the barn doors cast an eerie pallor through the limbs of an old elm draped with Spanish moss. He noticed her belly, in the narrow space between her shirt and shorts, seemed rounder than normal. He lazily scratched his ass, wondered what the hell she’s doing.
A man stepped out of the shadows, and drew her into an embrace. They kissed for a moment, then entered the barn.
Marie came back out. She turned her head side to side, looked up. Virgil leaned back without thinking.
The man clasped her hand. “C’mere, baby.” He brought a shiny metal flask to his lips and took a long swig.
She giggled again. “Gimme some.”
“Sh! Not now.” He pulled her into the barn, loosely swung one door shut, the other already latched at the top.
* * *
Virgil slipped through the half closed door. Stood beneath the loft and listened to the rough’n ready sounds of raw lust. Glossy photos in his dog-eared girlie magazines flashed through his mind. He hiked the leather rifle strap onto his shoulder, gripped the sides of the wooden ladder. Slowly mounted the rungs; aware one always squeaks.
I changed the name of my 'moon' series back to the original (from Luna Touye to Bad Mojo). Luna caused a bit of confusion since the main character in this story uses Luna Touye for the title of her series. Took down all five Luna Touye Bundle Books. Left the collection up (The Complete Bad Mojo Series).
After a long absence, I have returned nearly all my books to Amazon. And lo and behold! Readers are finding me.
I trunked the romance story I tried so hard to write. Mainly because I tried so hard to write it. I am not a romance writer. I love action, adventure, and mystery... but not the fluffy kind. In my books: The F-word is used, occasionally. Main characters won't hesitate to spill blood. Husbands and boyfriends don't think twice about cheating. There are no happy endings. I should write what I read. I had the romance story all planned out. Even made a nice cover. But my heart just wasn't in it. I'm pretty sure readers could tell.
I'm writing a new book featuring Detective Gary Northcutt from Bad Mojo series and Sheriff Rusty Nichols from Backwoods Justice trilogy. They're going to meet somewhere in between Point Jove and New Orleans to track down a kidnapper and murderer. I hope to release it this summer.
A lot of plans are in the works. I've been slowly getting my ducks in a row since my accident.