Ruby just wants to help…

Ruby is live!

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The eleventh book of The Night Portals Series is live.

Ruby is a social worker who stands at 6 foot 5 and speaks with the most pleasant soft voice you have ever heard. Everyone is mesmerized by her, except Victor, her old friend. He isn’t buying it.

I’m proud of this installment to the Night Portals series because it is the longest short story yet. It comes in at a whopping 9000 words and is perfectly timed for this spooky month. I hope you enjoy it, my friend.

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5 Fiction Books About Witches

5 fiction books about witches.

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Witches. The word means a lot of things to a great many people. You may think of The Wizard of Oz or Hansel and Gretel. Maybe you think about how innocent woman in the past were killed simply for being different.

Whatever the title conjures up in you it’s safe to say that most of us are interested in a story about a witch. It doesn’t matter if they are good bad or in between we like hearing about them.

Here are five stories I recommend.

Hex, by Thomas Olde Heuvelt, is a book I’ve shared before. It is a story with a little bit of a twist on the classic witches hex.

The Witch of Blackbird Pond, by Elizabeth George Speare , is the classic case…

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Read my Title, The Light Through the Water for free

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I wrote The Light Through the Water all in one writing session. It was one of those times where the words seem to come from another place as if you plucked them out of the air.

It’s a story of one man’s life and how we get wrapped up in things that seem important at the time. We later learn that the only thing that matters in this life is our relationship with the people that love us.

So, on that note, I have made The Light Through the Water free forever. All ya got to do is sign up for my newsletter. I post about two times a month and most of the time its about free books.

Free Book and severely discounted one

Free book and severely discounted one.

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Just a quick blog post today to let you know one of my titles is free for today and one is four bucks off.

Aidais a story about love, loss, and the nature of or minds and how they interpret reality. It is free today and you can get itHERE

The Poolis a psychological fantasy set in a hellscape disguised as a small American town. You can get it for 99 cents (4 bucks off) today get itHERE

Happy Reading!

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My grandparent’s house

My grand parents house.

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I remember someone saying once, an author I think, that you always go back to a certain place in your writing. A moment in time or a building in my case. That building is my grandparent’s house.

A house I remember vividly over any other. Mainly because it was a haunted house.

You don’t believe me? It had all the requirements.:

  1. It was very old. It was one of those Minneapolis houses that the city had built itself around it. The house absorbed all that history. The good and the bad.
  2. Someone had shed their mortal coil in the confines of the house. This was a juicy tidbit that I and my sisters used in many late-night ghost story scaring sessions.
  3. It had a basement complete with dirt floors and only a single bulb. This was the room where the “fudgesicles” and orange soda were, of course. If you got…

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It has been a long ten years with this book.

Together We Cross the River

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I started writing Together We Cross the River in the summer of 2010. I lived in San Diego at the time and my life was very different than it is today. Today it’s better, but I did have more time to write back then.

My father had died about 2 years before and all the memories of him and who he was came flooding back. The father Jeff meets in the afterlife is based loosely on my dad.

This story came in a rush and I wrote most of it very quickly but I always felt like it was missing something. Finally, something clicked a few months back and here we are. It was the book that basically showed me I could be an author.

This book is something I’m very proud of and I’m so glad to present it to you. Together We Cross the River is live on…

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Sample from, We Are Mist, a Night Portals Short Story

Sample from my latest, We are Mist.

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Sample from my latest, We Are Mist, live on Amazon.

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“Macy girl, did I ever tell you about the time I wiped out a whole cornfield with an Indian motorcycle?” Pops said.

She’d heard the story probably a hundred times. Always told with different variations. Sometimes there had been oil on the road. Sometimes Pops had been chased by a motorcycle gang called the Lords of Darkness. Once Pops had even told her that the motorcycle had been so hot, it made popcorn. This particular one Macy had loved the most because it was the wildest one, and it was the one he told the loudest. Pops would act out the slide of his crash and then pretend he was the corn popping under the heat of the motorcycle. He’d fling his arms all over the place and jump up and down until Macy would laugh so hard no…

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20 books on my bookshelf you should read

20 books on my bookshelf you should read.

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So, like a lot of people right now I have a lot of time on my hands. What does a book lover do when they have too much time on their hands? Rearrange the books shelves of course!

As I was sitting there with stacks of worlds gathered around me, I thought of another thing that people who read and write do when they have time on their hands. I’m going to write a blog post of books I have that I love and thing are important.

So here are twenty titles. I have read every one. They are ones I loved or felt changed by after reading.

Brave New World

The Holographic Universe

Fahrenheit 451

Oryx and Crake

The Gunslinger

Paradox Bound

The Denial of Death

Wool

Real Magic

Fingerprint of the Gods

Marabou Stork Nightmares

Fight Club

Duma Key

The Stand

Somewhere in Time

Dark Matter

The Night Circus

The Ignored

At the Mountains of Madness

1984

Happy Reading! I hope you enjoy these titles.

Sample from my latest, Ding Dong Ditch

A sample from my new Night Portals story, Ding Dong Ditch

He walked back to the door. This time his hands were no longer shaking, and the pain in his chest was almost nonexistent. The confidence he’d felt drained out of him as he got closer. He heard scratching like the crazy lady was running her fingernails down the door. Everything about     this is wrong, Edgar thought. But anger and the notion of revenge won out, as it always did sooner or later with him. He once again put his trembling hand on the doorknob and slowly unlocked the deadbolt with his other. 

His hand was slick with sweat, and his palm slid around the surface of the doorknob.

“Oh, what the hell?” Edgar wiped his hand on the front of his shirt. Once again, he steadied his hand on the knob. Edgar watched as his hand turned the doorknob and pulled the door open. Light seeped into the dark entryway, as Edgar opened the door only a crack.

Something banged hard against the door and started to push. The door smacked Edgar in the nose, instantly bringing tears to his eyes. He struggled, trying hard to close it on whatever was outside. Edgar could barely see through the tears and sweat that had clouded his vision. He blinked a couple of times, and his stinging eyes cleared a little.

Edgar didn’t want to look through the crack of the door. His eyes focused there against his will. The hand was green from the grave. It was hard to believe that it ever was covered in healthy skin at one time, but there were patches of discolored flesh that looked like they had once held the pigment of something that had once been alive.

“Come out, Edgar, we need to talk to you about the good word. We need to tell you that there is no God, only darkness.”