As of today, I’ve been published for six years! I can’t believe how quickly the time has flown and I am so grateful for everyone who has helped support me along the way. To celebrate, I’m giving away six ebooks in my Facebook fan group! If you want to enter, go to Brigham’s Book Nerds on Facebook and comment on the giveaway post! Thank you for all of your love and support! I couldn’t do this without you! #winter #freebies #anniversay #holiday #publishing #givingback #ebooks #

The Halloween Derby is here! It includes both writing and artwork and they are being shared now through October 31 as blog posts or downloadable files.  All content is FREE! For the Derby, I co-authored a short story called Inked in Blood with K. Evan Coles. She also wrote a fabulous short story called Moonlight that you definitely need to check out. Universal download link for Inked in Blood: https://books2read.com/u/4EyjOA Universal download link for Moonlight: https://book

Kendra walked slowly along the driveway. Gravel dug into the bottoms of her feet, painting the rock with red with every step she took. The sounds of taunts still rang in her ears. “Freak.” “Dyke.” “Psycho!” “Killer!” She’d heard them all before. Had been hearing the first three most of her life, although they’d gotten progressively nastier in the past six months. And it hurt worse when she’d tried so hard to be normal tonight. She’d dressed up in a pretty teal dress and let h

I’m dealing with a serious case of GRL envy right now. I went in 2014 as a reader and had such a wonderful time meeting people and spending a weekend thinking about books. I swore I’d go in 2015, but life didn’t cooperate. And 2016 hasn’t been any better. I am, needless to say, hoping 2017 will be the year! Honestly, this past year hasn’t gone the way I’ve planned at all. I am struggling to figure out how to get books finished and out faster. I think I actually did better wit

“How do you feel?” Raul asked. Angelo burrowed closer, his cheek pressed against the soft black cotton of Raul’s T-shirt. “Drunk.”  His eyelids felt heavy and there was a strange and wonderful lightness in his head. Tension? Stress? He couldn’t remember what those things were. “High maybe? I dunno. Gooood.” The rumble of Raul’s laugh under his ear was as warm and comforting as his hug. “It was okay then?” “Okay?” Angelo wanted to sit upright and give Raul an incredulous look,

Zach paused and nodded toward the sign on the chain link fence inside of the research facility. “Ya gotta wonder what made them put that up there. Somebody’s idea of a joke or what?” DO NOT GIVE THE BISON PSYCHOACTIVE SUBSTANCES it read. Gary answered with a non-committal grunt like he always did when Zach made stupid ass comments.  But the moment his back was turned, Gary shuddered and leaned on his rake. It was no joke. He’d been there that night when they’d run the experim

It isn’t like the movies. Vampires aren’t chalk white with pointy fangs and glowing red eyes. Sunlight and crosses have no effect and people don’t go around hunting them. Truth be told, vampires and humans manage to co-exist pretty peacefully. It hadn’t always been like that, of course. There was a nasty period about thirty years back when they came out of the monster closet and we tried to kill each other, but in the end both sides realized it was in their best interest to g

In June of last year, I wrote a flash called Protector of the Night Spirits. The photo below sparked an idea and I’ve continued the story. Cecile closed her eyes. The small boat continued to glide forward through the water, sunlight glinting off its surface. She didn’t need to see the path ahead of her to guide the craft, or its precious cargo. The war in Lyman city had been raging for nearly a year. Even with an ocean between them, Cecile had heard stories of the horrors tak

It’s been a difficult couple of weeks for me with writing. Two friends are going through rough times in their lives, I passed the one-year anniversary of when my ex and I split, and my left wrist staged a revolt. I’ve never had any problems with tendonitis before, but I do sleep with my hands in funny positions and I’ve been swimming 3-4 times a week. I think those things, combined with writing, finally did my left wrist in. I spent the past week icing it, taking anti-inflamm

“I have to go.” Travis’ tone was reluctant. Santiago burrowed closer, his grip tightening around Travis’ waist. “Are you sure?” “You know I do. Coming here tonight was risky enough.” Santiago’s father was having a huge party and Travis had nearly chickened out. Skirting the brightly lit areas of the huge estate was difficult under normal circumstances, but the party was being held outdoors by the pool and with caterers, staff, and guests milling around, he’d nearly been caugh

Josh glanced over his shoulder, the garden hose hanging limply from his hand, the newly-planted hydrangeas forgotten.  A few yards away, Pete stood in an all-too-familiar stance. Josh had been seeing more and more of it lately. The crossed arms and bowed head had come to represent all of the problems in their relationship. The bickering and snarky comments had been out of control lately and Josh swallowed past the thickening in this throat as he thought about all the nights h

Ebb and Flow The late-afternoon light made the apartment glow. It was peaceful, almost romantic. Luke had noticed it just before he opened the door to let Joshua inside. It was an idle thought, fleeting and soon forgotten. Thoughts of the light and the ambiance had flown from his head the moment he’d seen Joshua. He couldn’t take his eyes off the guy he’d been dating for a few short weeks. They’d tumbled onto the bed, desperate for each other. Luke had never felt more aroused

The umbrella shone like a warning light at the end of the walkway. Against the sodden wood and dreary sky, the red seemed eye-wateringly bright. Or maybe that was the tears.  Dana wiped them from her cheeks, although the misty rain had long ago reduced all of her to a soggy mess.  Her hair dripped, creating steady rivulets of water that meandered across her jacket and landed with a plop on her wool skirt. Her mother would scold her and bundle her off to bed with a cup of coco

Clay swirled his brush across the paper, filling in the sky behind the little red house he’d painted.  Below, two stick figures with dark hair held the hands of the smaller figure. The one with bright yellow hair just like Clay’s.  Mittens wound around his ankle as he dipped the brush into the water, then traded the blue paint for black. His tongue poked out from between his teeth as he carefully drew a few more lines and added ears. “There, I put you in the picture too, Mitt

Charles watched, heart in his throat, as Emanuel leapt from the cliff.  His form was perfect, his body knifing through the air as he plummeted to the pool of water below. A cry went up from the people around them, and Charles realized his arms were upraised too, his throat hoarse from screaming, although he could hear nothing over the roar of the waterfall. Before Charles could blink, Emanuel was gone, disappearing beneath the churning water.  Charles’ gut felt full of lead a

Hollywood wasn’t good for much of anything, but Michael had to give it some credit. Over the years it had proven quite useful. History and legend had done much to confuse the world about the power of witches, but Hollywood had done even more. According to the movies and TV, witches were either ugly old hags or pretty young girls who wore a lot of black. No one knew the truth. But they would, soon. He glanced upward. It was mid-afternoon, but the sky was tinged an odd, sickly

On the path in front of him, Kurt stopped in his tracks and Victor’s feet slid on the dew-damp grass as he tried to do the same.  He cursed as he ran into the man in front of him, his hands curling around the thick biceps to get his balance. “Damn,” Kurt whispered, his tone almost reverent. You aren’t kidding, Victor thought. Just being in such close proximity made his head spin. “I didn’t know it would be like that. Your photos are going to be amazing.” Victor chuckled inter

Can So Jose choked on his beer.  Once he stopped sputtering and coughing, he managed to gasp out a few words. “Roland, you’re nuts. On a good day, you look like The Rock.  It would be like putting lipstick on a pig.” Roland glared. “Is that a cop joke?” Jose choked again and let out a loud, barking cough to clear his lungs.  “No! I’m just saying that I don’t care how goddamn great your body is or that you have the fucking prettiest long black hair I’ve ever seen on a man or w

Universal Glow Seth dug his fingers into the sand below him, letting it sift through his fingers.  He did it over and over, letting the motion become mindless meditation.  It was late—after midnight at least—and the solitude on the beach was welcome. His mind had been whirling for days, jumping from one plan to the other, trying to decide what to do with his life. He’d lost his job and been dumped just a few weeks before he was scheduled to fly to Puerto Rico. Going on the tr

The Protector of the Night Spirits Flames shot from the side of the plane where it had been hit, sparks glittering and exploding like stars.  They trailed behind like the tail of a comet as Delia Caldwell steered the plane toward freedom.  She thought it was freedom she was barreling toward, anyway. Hoped it was.  The thick, choking smoke hanging over the city made it hard to see anything but the bright fires burning.  Wizard fire didn’t burn like human fire. The inferno woul