Six Sentence Sunday, July 1 (Dinosaurs & Whiskey)

What happens when you mix alcohol and time travel? You get “Dinosaurs & Whiskey”:

“You brought back a freaking dinosaur?” The creature was obviously a baby, mottled green and brown with a tiny horn on its nose and a frill at the back of its head.

“It looked lonely, and I thought it was cute.”

Felix tore his gaze from the baby and gaped at his friend. “You can’t take things from the past, August. You could destroy the timeline.”

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Six Sentence Sunday, June 24 (Air Pirates)

Hello! I know I haven’t posted for a few weeks. I was busy finishing Saint of Sinners and writing a new short story. My six this week is from Emma and the Air Pirates, which should be out in August:

Emma told herself she wouldn’t scream. She clung to the bedpost as the airship lurched in the storm. The sound of it was so immense it was like the end of the world. Perhaps God is punishing me, she thought as a crack of thunder shook the craft. I’ll die in water instead of fire. Rain pounded against the window.

Project Updates

I was looking at my to-do list and realized I have a lot going on.

Saint of Sinners is now 50,000 words. I’m hoping to have the first draft done by July 1.

Taming the Darkness is on my Samhain editor’s (virtual) desk.

Emma and the Air Pirates is now at my (hired) editor. I also put in a cover request with an artist. I’m planning to release the book by August 1.

Not My Apocalypse will be back from all my beta readers in the next few days, and then I get to start on editing.

That’s four books in various stages, plus Erik’s Tale waiting in the wings. I like having this much going on. It makes me feel productive.

Six Sentence Sunday, Apr 8 (Saint of Sinners)

Happy Easter! Here’s some more Alex for you:

“There are things I can’t talk about.”

“Why not? Don’t you trust me?”

She didn’t get it, and how could she? Hayley had parents that loved her, a brother that loved her. She’d never been beaten, she hadn’t been isolated from the world, she hadn’t been born to destroy the world, and most of all, she was human.

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Six Sentence Sunday, April 1 (Saint of Sinners)

Animus leapt from her sheath as I crossed the distance between us. The man didn’t even have time to bow his head. I ran Animus through his shoulder and her singing ran in counterpoint to his screams. I slammed my foot into his stomach, cutting off the scream, and pushed him to the floor. “You murdered a cat,” I said as I looked down at him. “In my name.”

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