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Sneak Preview: Spoiled Blood. Chapter One.
Spoiled Blood, Isla Storm 1 It was an utterly miserable evening. Sleet pelted down on me with a vengeance as I waited impatiently in a foggy alleyway tucked in the Outlands. I forced another breath through my mouth as the foul whiff of garbage and human rot assaulted my heightened senses. Icy rain soaked my hair. It dripped down my face, trickling down my neck and beneath my collar. I was hungry and pissed off, and well overdue for a stiff drink. Despite it all, I held my position, nestled...
Spooky Season: Love of the dark forbidden.
September 15, 2026 Spooky Season™ Hath Arrived! Good morning, Gremlins. I realized I haven't written to you since July, and for this I apologize. At least you can't accuse me of cluttering up your inboxes. As we've stepped into our beloved fall months, it would be remiss of me not to commemorate the occasion. But as I think more about fall and Spooky Season, I am forced to ask myself why it elicits so much excitement. I mean, I get more excited for fall than I do for Christmas. So, why do we...
Sink your teeth into chapter two.
Spoiled Blood, Isla Storm 2 My small crew and I raced down the freeway, heading east toward the city centre. I knew my decision to leave Marcel bound and gagged in the exposed bed of the pickup would earn me an earful from Silas, I was just having a real hard time giving a shite. Marcel would get nothing more than a slap on the wrist. That wasn’t the justice he deserved. Fortunately for him, the icy rain stopped as the ethereal glow of the downtown core appeared through the dense smog on the...
Let the chaos begin. Here's chapter three.
Spoiled Blood, Isla Storm 3 I was grateful to find Boris waiting by his truck when I emerged from the cathedral, ready to take me home. We wove through the deserted streets of my neighbourhood in complete silence. Unlike most of Silas’s coven, I preferred the solitude of my own house, which was tucked into a partially abandoned subdivision a few blocks from St. Cas’s. Quaint, tiny houses lined the narrow lanes. It was one of the last neighbourhoods that hadn’t fallen victim to the city’s...
I'm on a mission.
Good morning, Gremlins! As you know, I LOVE writing about strong, complicated women, and I'm constantly pulling inspiration from the characters I grew up with from TV, books, and movies. But I wanted to take it one step further. I want to explore the OG badasses across myths and legends. The ones written out, written over, or turned into villains. Every culture has them. Celtic, Norse, Slavic, Mesopotamian... and almost every one of these women's stories has been filtered through someone...
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