Feral Friday

Okay it was supposed to be Moon Pack Monday but I’ve had a rough week. LOL


Elliott scowled at the spreadsheet mocking him on the computer screen before him. No matter how many times he ran the numbers they didn’t quite match his estimated amount. He had to be missing a receipt or two.

The door to his office swung open but he didn’t look away from his computer until his chair was spun around and he found himself staring into the flashing eyes of his mate.

“What’s wrong?” Every instinct had him freezing in place. He’d never seen Parker look that enraged.

A low growl poured from Parker sending all of the hairs on Elliott’s arms on edge. When Parker finally spoke his words had a hard edge. “What’s wrong? You’ve worked late every day this month. I’ve hardly seen you and when I do you’re so exhausted you can barely hold a conversation before you fall asleep.”

Elliott sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. Once I get this all straightened out I’ll have more time. I probably have a couple more hours here then I’ll be home.” He tried to keep the exhaustion out of his voice. If Parker knew how tired he truly was his mate would drag him from the office. Frankly he couldn’t remember the last time he slept a full eight hours before getting back up and coming into work.

“No. You’re done now. We’re going to change your schedule to part time. I won’t have you wearing yourself down to nothing.” Parker’s tone didn’t leave room for argument.

Elliott opened his mouth to object but then shut it again. Why would he argue with Parker? It wouldn’t do any good. His dominant had been lecturing Elliott for weeks about his overworking and he’d obviously reached a breaking point. Nothing Elliott said would change Parker’s mind.

Secondly, it wasn’t as if Elliott was having such a great time. Along with the lack of sleep he’d been skipping meals to get more things done. “What about Anthony?” A spear of pain went through him over the thought of disappointing the pack’s alpha mate.

“He’s the one who contacted me.” Parker pressed a soft kiss to Elliott’s forehead. “We’re both worried about you. Anthony has said he’s offered you help before but you always turn him down. I told him to go ahead and hire you an assistant so we can cut your hours.”

Elliott nodded. “I didn’t want him to think I’m incapable of doing my job. He did me a big favor when he hired me.”

“A favor you’ve more than repaid over the last few years.” Parker squeezed Elliott’s shoulder. “And I’m sure Anthony isn’t sitting around counting what you owe him. He wants all the members of his pack to be happy.”

“True.” The two alpha mates were very protective of the health and welfare of their pack. If Anthony knew how many hours Elliott put in Anthony would be extremely unhappy with him. Elliott raked his fingers through his hair, tugging at the thick strands.

“Stop that.” Parker grabbed Elliott’s wrist in a gentle grip and pulled his fingers from his hair.

Elliot smiled. Even the least bit of self-harm wasn’t allowed. “I wasn’t going to yank any out.”

Parker slid his hand across Elliott’s hair as if trying to apologize to his scalp for Elliott’s actions. “Let’s go home and I’ll help you deal with your stress. I have new cuffs and some lemongrass massage oil I want to try out.”

Elliott stood up so fast Parker had to step back to avoid collision. “Why didn’t you say that before?” The thought of Parker’s strong hands kneading his body had Elliott more than eager to abandon everything and focus on his mate.

“I was hoping to rely on your common sense. I see I’ve taken the wrong approach.” Parker cupped the back of Elliott’s head and pulled him close for a kiss, melting any remaining arguments Elliott might have.

“You have a convincing argument.” Elliott said once Parker released him. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his lips.

“I also have food and wine. How about a nice rare steak before your massage.”

Elliott sighed. “If I didn’t already love you I would fall all over again.”

Parker pulled him into his arms encasing Elliott in his warmth. His mate’s scent surrounded him and he let out a sigh.


My First Cozy Mystery is Out!

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Welcome to Magehaven Cove, where most of the town are witches, wizards, or some other supernatural being.

Hanna Frost always wanted to be like everyone she knew… magical. But born without a single spark of power, Hanna stands out as the odd duck among her family, and not in a good way. When Hanna grew up, she left the magical town to embrace normalcy, and she stayed away even after her husband died. Still grieving, she spends her days at home immersed in her painting and drawing, with only an oddly devoted pixie for a companion.

At her mother’s insistence, Hanna attends a family reunion, only to find herself embroiled in family politics, a death, a group of attractive would-be suitors, and the secrets of a mystical mansion. With magic, mischief, and murder all around her, Hanna will have to quickly figure out who killed her aunt—if she wants to avoid being the murderer’s next victim.

Chapter One

Chapter One

I stared at the blank canvas, with my paintbrush raised to dip into a color at the first twitch of a creative impulse. My landscape painting had taken four days of trying to achieve the right color of green, but I still wasn’t positive I’d gotten the shade quite right. I contemplated my choices, but none of the paints were calling to me. My inspiration was fading along with the sunlight.

“You need to stop wallowing.”

The lilting voice had the musicality of a thousand tinkling bells. If only the words were as pleasant.

“I am not wallowing!” I snapped, glaring at the tiny annoying pixie perched on the top of my canvas. “And stop dusting my canvas.”

Dandelion Thistleberry flicked her diaphanous wings, releasing another wave of rainbow-colored glitter. It flattered her sparkly pink doll dress, but my canvas—not so much. On the plus side, only happy pixies created the magical powder. On the negative side, it made a mess all over my house.

Dandy set her tiny fists on her hips. Her dress swirled around her as she pointed her toes and glared like an angry ballerina. “You’re wal-ohh-ing,” she mocked in a singsong tone.

I eyed my bright green flyswatter longingly. Only the knowledge I’d be fined for abuse of a pixie stilled my hand. “I’m in mourning,” I snarled.

I gave up trying to explain despair to a pixie. Dandy couldn’t keep any emotion longer than a wing flutter. My sorrow over Don’s death two years before was a gazillion minutes too many to my flighty friend.

Sighing, I tossed my brush into a nearby ceramic pot, then stood and stretched. I wouldn’t be getting any more painting done today, and my butt had grown numb while I stared at the canvas. It had been months since I last finished anything—a subject my agent continually harped on about. If she had any magic at all, I probably would’ve received reminders written on my bathroom mirror each morning. Instead she settled for emails and passive-aggressive texting.

I walked through my almost-empty house, forlorn and disheartened over my barren creative desert. The gaps in my household furnishings mocked me. They represented the holes in my life that I had surgically cut away to keep my mental health. After Don’s death, I’d packed up everything that reminded me of him and put it into storage. Only my paintings and my new furniture remained, like a showroom floor. All my personal items were stripped away, like a tree after winter hit, leaving behind only the skeleton of my life. It had taken me the first year to stop crying.

“Let’s go shopping,” Dandy said.

Her light weight landed on my shoulder as I headed for the kitchen. She grabbed onto my hair to keep her balance. Used to her behavior, I barely felt the tug from her tiny hands. My passion to avoid shopping was only surpassed by my love of art.

“How about a snack? I bought a fresh bag of gumdrops yesterday.” Most people thought of pixies as nature spirits, they didn’t know the dark side of a bored pixie with a credit card and a cable subscription.

“Ooh, yes,” Dandy squealed.

I set her on the kitchen counter while I fetched her snack. The pixie hummed an offbeat tune as I pulled the candy jar out of the cabinet. After popping open the container, I snatched up the one on top.

“Here you go.” I presented her with a red gumdrop.

“I want green.” She folded her arms as her mouth formed a petulant pout.

“You can have red or nothing.” The closest green gumdrop huddled in the middle of the candy jar. I wasn’t going candy-diving to fetch it.

Dandy sighed but held out her hands for the red one. The speed with which she polished it off told me the color hadn’t made any difference in her enjoyment, despite her demands. Pixies liked to push. I’d be at her beck and call 24/7 if I gave in to her every whim.

My phone rang, shattering my peaceful afternoon. I don’t like phones. No one ever called me with happy news. Not once had I been informed I’d won a million dollars or a mysterious benefactor had magically paid off all my debt. Phone calls were about unpaid bills and nagging parents. At least my twin brother had the good sense to email or visit in person.

“I’ll get it!” Dandy fluttered away, leaving a stream of pixie dust in her wake.

I treated the mess like regular dust and cleaned up after her once a week. Since only people with magical blood could see pixies, my neighbors thought I had a serious glitter addiction… and possibly a screw loose. I didn’t care. The crazier I appeared, the less they bothered me. Isolation suited me.

Dandy flew back carrying my cell phone. She landed in an ungraceful heap on the counter. Good thing pixies were abnormally strong for their size. A cloud of sparkle exploded around her, leaving a glittery circle. Hmm, maybe that was where fairy rings came from.

“Here you go!” She held out my phone with all the enthusiasm of handing over a birthday present.

“Thank you.” I blew on it a few times to clear the stubborn dust. More than one phone had met its untimely end beneath an avalanche of sparkle. I winced when I saw the name on the screen and took a bracing breath in and out before pressing the button to connect. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hello, dear, how are you doing?”

“Fine.” I waited for it. Carla Frost didn’t call for casual things. Life, death, and marriage were the minimum reasons she’d call. She never wasted her social niceties on a blood relative, but kept her best manners for congressmen, business leaders, and their accessory wives. For her children, she saved scolding and ultimatums.

“Are you still doing your little painting thing?” she asked in a condescending tone.

I should be used to it by now—the way she dismissed my art degree, awards, and the fact I earned enough to live on…well, almost. Boxed macaroni was a legitimate food group, right?

“Yes, Mom, I’m still painting.” I tried to keep the anger out of my voice. If I were smart, I’d see my therapist more than twice a week. I could talk nonstop for years about my parental issues, but I doubted my discount insurance plan would cover the cost.

“You haven’t gotten another job to pay the bills yet, have you?”


Silence followed my response. I could almost see the tidal pressure of her will coming for me, but I lacked the lunar influence to push back.

“Then there’s no reason you can’t come to the family reunion, since you set your own schedule,” she replied with smug self-assurance.

I groaned. I didn’t even try to hide my dismay. I’d fallen for her trap with ridiculous ease.

“Mom, I don’t have time to go.” I didn’t hesitate to lie. No way was I going to my hometown, where I would be regarded with pity. As the only Frost child who didn’t inherit any of the family’s magic, I received scorn from my relatives and sad sympathy from everyone else.

Yeah, not in a hurry to rush back there.

“I’m in charge of this family reunion, and I expect all my children to attend. Now, wrap up whatever you’re working on and come home.”

She hung up before I could argue. Carla Frost always had the last word on everything.

I almost cursed—it took concentrated effort to bite back the words. Like a perpetual toddler, Dandy took great delight in repeating anything I said. I didn’t need to go back home with my pixie cursing like a sailor. My mother wouldn’t let me live that down, and my brother would delight in telling everyone he’d ever met.

I’ll be driving home this weekend,” I told Dandy, not looking at her.

Maybe if I didn’t make eye contact, I could escape the upcoming conversation.

“We’re heading home?” Dandy hopped up and down. “Yay! I always wanted to see your home!”

I winced at her shrill tone. I don’t know why I thought I could reason with a pixie. Maybe my lack of sleep had started to affect my reasoning. I gave it one last, probably futile shot.

“Wouldn’t you rather stay here? The weather is supposed to be nice for the next few days. You could play in the garden….” I let my voice trail off so she could imagine all the joys to be had.

She’d spent most of the spring and summer organizing my backyard to suit her needs. I knew she had fall tasks she planned to do. I didn’t know what, since I stopped listening when she rhapsodized about the varying depths of planting seeds.

Don had been the gardener.

“There are toads,” Dandy announced flatly. Scowling, she flapped her wings until her feet left the counter.

Pixies hated amphibians. I’m not certain where the animosity came from, but I’d never met a pixie who didn’t want to kill them all off.

“Be good. They’ll eat the bad insects.” I’d lost track of the number of times I’d repeated that mantra. I firmly closed the cabinet to hide the toothpicks, just in case she tried to skewer them again.

Dandy’s scornful sniff didn’t reassure me. “They’re nasty things. I don’t know why you don’t let me stab them.”

“I’m funny that way.”

Frog guts… ew!

She tried a different tactic. “You need me to go with you. I’m your familiar.”

I groaned but refused to get involved in another dispute over Dandy’s familiar status. I didn’t have enough magic to compel one, and even if I did, I’ve never heard of a pixie familiar before. A month after Don died, a storm had blown her through my open kitchen window.

Dandy had announced it was fate and never left. I’d been too heartbroken to evict her. Sometimes it was nice to have a companion, especially on the days when depression sank its sharp talons into my soul.

“Are you sure you want to come?” I had to give it at least one more try.

“You promised.” She stamped her foot on the counter.

Damn, she was right. I had said I would take her on my next trip; I just hadn’t planned on visiting my parents, but more along the lines of a drive down the coast or a visit to the ice-skating rink to watch the skaters. My parents weren’t the most tolerant of magical beings.

Maybe if I left her at my brother’s place, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. “Fine. We’re going home.”

Her sharp squeal threatened to pierce my eardrums. “I can use my new luggage. I’m going on a real trip. Yippee!”

She clasped her hands rapturously before flying off, no doubt to see how much of her extensive wardrobe she could cram into her trunk.

The last time I visited my agent in the city, I had purchased Dandy a Barbie trunk. It had more to do with self-preservation than anything else. Never annoy pixies. They have ways of getting even that involved itching powder in your sheets.

While I was gone, she ran up my credit card on Etsy, ordering an entire wardrobe of custom doll clothes.

I put the rest of the gumdrops away and went to examine my own wardrobe selection. Unlike Dandy, I didn’t enjoy clothes shopping, or any kind of shopping, really, but I knew my mother couldn’t have a reunion without throwing at least one formal event. My relatives were the stuffy type. My twin brother and middle sister were the only exceptions to the rule.

I opened my closet door and pushed past the casual garb. Way in the back I’d tucked my nicer clothes, still in their dry-cleaning bags. Why take them out only to get them messed up? Not to mention that the bags kept them safe from pixie dust. Honestly, it wasn’t pure laziness, no matter how much Don used to laugh at me. Common sense should be rewarded, not mocked.

I pushed away that pang of remembrance and grabbed my two nicest dresses. I didn’t care if my relatives had seen them before; I didn’t have a fortune to blow on clothing, and even if I did, I’d probably use the money for paint. I could get a lot more use out of a tube of cerulean blue than a fancy gown I’d only wear once or twice in a lifetime. I also included some casual clothes, because I always ended up helping Harvey with something that resulted in me being covered in either flour or grease, sometimes both. Between baking and working on his car, my brother never stayed tidy.

After setting my clothes on the bed, I dragged my suitcase out of the hall closet. As I propped it open, I smiled when I found it free of pixie dust. With my mind on my family, I absently grabbed my dress shoes. They were gold, sparkly, and one of the few pairs of girly footwear I owned.

Despite my wish to keep my packing light, I ended up filling my suitcase to the top. Not bringing the right clothes wasn’t an acceptable excuse for my mother. It would only end with me having to go shopping and wasting money I didn’t have on clothes I didn’t need. Luckily the reunion only lasted one three-day weekend. I could get in and out, and maybe hide behind my twin when I wanted to avoid anyone. Since Harvey was six foot two to my five foot seven, odds were good I could get away with it.

After I’d zipped up my suitcase, I headed back to the living room to grab my cell phone. I chose the first person on my speed dial. If I had to suffer through this reunion, I was going to line up support.

“Hey, sis. What’s up?” Harvey’s deep voice eased my anxiety over the trip.

“Mother just called.”

“I take it you’re coming to the reunion?” I could hear his amusement over the phone line.

I bit back a curse. “Yes. I’m coming. If I bring two dresses, do you think that’s enough?”

“There’s one formal dinner and a lunch thing. Other than that, I think it’ll mostly be casual. It’s only for the weekend. Didn’t you get the itinerary? There’s also some sort of party before everything starts.”

I vaguely remembered the piece of paper I’d chucked in the trash along with the vellum invitation. “I seem to have misplaced it.”

Harvey’s laughter told me he wasn’t fooled. “Uh-huh. I’ll email you the schedule.”

“Thanks, Harvey. How are things going with you and Valerie? Is she coming to the reunion, or has she gotten out of it?”

Harvey had been seeing the same woman for three months, a new record for him.

“She broke up with me last week. Apparently I ‘didn’t spend enough time with her.’” In my head, I could see Harvey applying air quotes to the last part of his sentence.

“Didn’t you tell her you were starting a new business?” I asked, indignant on my brother’s behalf. What kind of woman wouldn’t cut my wonderful twin a little slack? She obviously didn’t deserve him if she lacked the basic understanding of the hours required for a new business venture.

“I think that was her point. She felt I cared more for the bakery than for her. I think maybe she was right.”

Harvey’s warm laughter made me smile. My brother always had a way of cheering me up. After Don died, I emailed Harvey almost daily. I would have felt guilty for eating up so much of Harvey’s time, but we’re twins. You can’t impose on someone who’s the other half of your soul. Don always claimed he’d gotten a package deal when he married me. Luckily he’d always liked Harvey. I hoped whoever Harvey ended up with liked me too.

“You’re better off without her,” I soothed.

“Maybe, but that leaves me without a date for the reunion.”

“Hmm, I’m sure Mother will find someone for you,” I teased.

“I didn’t tell her Valerie and I broke up,” Harvey confessed.

“And you think that means she doesn’t know? Poor, foolish boy.” I clapped my hand over my mouth to hold back a giggle. Our mother was determined to marry off her only son to a good family. With three daughters and one son, my mother had dreams of making a political connection with one of the other powerful magical families. She didn’t much care which of us she had to use to achieve her goal. Right now, she had Harvey in her sights.

So far, Mother’s track record wasn’t so great. Harvey and our older sister, Jane, were single, our middle sister, Farah, had wed a blue-collar miner with little magic, and I had married a human. Since I didn’t have any magic of my own, Mother hadn’t expected me to marry well anyway, but Don had never found acceptance with my parents. One of the many reasons we moved several hours’ journey away. A newlywed couple didn’t need disapproving in-laws living nearby.

After catching up with the latest gossip and securing a spot on Harvey’s couch for the weekend, I said good-bye to him, then went to collect the rest of my belongings. I might as well get everything together now if I planned to leave in the morning. Best check on Dandy first and make sure she wasn’t trying to bring her Barbie Dreamhouse or the convertible. I’d always heard pixies preferred the outdoors. Leave it to me to find the only materialistic one.

Five Senses Blog Tour


Autism Fact:

People who are Hypersensitive to body awareness may have difficulties with fine motor skills: manipulating small objects like buttons or shoe laces. They may also move their whole body to look at something.


When RJ asked me to participate in this tour I wasn’t sure what I would discuss. There are so many aspects of autism that touch someone with this diagnosis. Autism is a personal subject for both RJ Scott and myself since we both have sons with autism

People with autism interact differently. They think with a slightly different perspective. My youngest child is autistic. He didn’t really talk until he was almost three. Sure he’d say a few words, but he did better with pointing and motioning than speaking. Although I tried everything I could to tell people there was something wrong with his development no one would listen. Because of that he wasn’t diagnosed until he was almost five.

When they say autism is a spectrum they really do mean it. My son is what is considered highly functioning autism, but on really bad days he can’t put all the words together in his head to communicate. When he was younger most of his teary episodes were about him not being able to get me to understand.

When it comes to the five senses I think my son’s sense of touch is the most pronounced. On days that he’s stressed he tends to run his fingers across things that have texture as if he can find comfort in the contact of a bumpy pillow or reassuringly hard Lego. I know when trying to get him to focus I sometimes clasp hands with him. Touching grounds him. When his fingers are entwined with mine he can’t pace and he has to focus on me. Sometimes it helps him find his words, and sometimes it doesn’t.

If you know someone with autism, or even meet one, my advice to you is to be patient. It might take a little more of your time to figure out what they are trying to tell you, but it makes all the difference to them that you tried.

I’ve always been timid about writing stories about people with different handicaps because I don’t really know what it’s like to have one, and I don’t want to insult those who do. Maybe one day I will gather the courage to write an autistic character. A person like my son who is funny with a sly wit that comes out when you least expect it.

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Moon Pack Monday


This is kind of short but I’m easing back into posting.


Silver strode through Anthony’s firm. Employees scooted out of the way as if sensing his mood. It wasn’t often he asserting his alpha tendencies with his powerful mate but today he had a mission. He ignored Anthony’s secretary striding past without his usual friendly greeting. His inner wolf rode him hard demanding his mate.

Opening the office door Silver entered without knocking.

Anthony’s eyes snapped toward the door a flare of magic flared around his pupils before settling. “Hello Silver, is there a problem?”

The three men sitting around the conference table stood up, made excuses, then left with flattering speed. Even vampires didn’t try and argue with a wolf alpha with a mission. The door slammed shut behind them.

“There is no problem unless you count not seeing my mate for two days.” His voice had a low gravelly tone, his wolf growling beneath his human form.

“I told you I was going to stay at the hotel last night because of a late meeting,” Anthony said. “It was a full moon. You were going to be running anyway.”

Silver took a deep breath before letting it out again. The dim memory of the conversation returned to Silver. Groaning he threw himself down on Anthony’s guest couch. “You know I don’t always process things before the full moon.”

Anthony’s scent wrapped around him as he sat beside Silver. Immediately Silver wrapped an arm around his mate and lay his head on Anthony’s shoulder before inhaling his scent. His wolf calmed, settling with the contact.

“Sorry babe, I thought you understood. I should’ve left you a note as a reminder.”

“Yeah, next time okay. I know you’re on a big project but I need mate time.” Silver didn’t even try to hide his desperation.

Anthony kissed his cheek and let him sit beside him. Silver’s wolf gave a happy wolf inside his mind. They didn’t speak, they didn’t move, and Anthony’s excellent secretary took one peek inside and cancelled all of her boss’s meetings for the rest of the day.

Sometimes Silver just needed time with his mate.

Happy Tuesday Teaser!

Hello everyone,

I bet you thought I’d forgotten about you. This week is the first week I’m able to do some limited typing after my hand surgery so I thought I’d drop by and give you a Tuesday Teaser.

From my next dragon men book (hopefully coming out this month)

NOT EDITED – just a warning to read at your own grammatical risk.


An object punched through the atmosphere and hurtled toward the planet’s surface snagging King Zeir’s attention. He clawed at the stone ledge, increasing the depth of the grooves already there from previous moments of ire. As the flaming sky debris came closer Zeir realized it wasn’t just a random asteroid crashing down, but a ship.


From the speed they fell through the air the interlopers must be having ship trouble. Zeir snorted. They got what they deserved for trespassing in his kingdom.

His suppressed human half tried to surface, eager to investigate the newcomers, while his churlish dragon side wanted to be left the fuck alone. The object appeared to gain speed as gravity dragged it out of the air. Zeir hoped the ship would continue to head north and into one of the other kingdoms. Survivors took too much energy. Kill them or keep them, he’d have to decide what to do once they landed.

Too many people had been trying to enter his kingdom lately, some friendly, some not. Zeir didn’t care about their motivations he just wanted them gone. He didn’t like strangers on his land. Visitors and vacationers could head to more welcoming kingdoms. Zeir wasn’t running a holiday resort or an alien paradise; this was his home.

The object vanished in the trees. A faint booming sound filtered through the jungle noise as it impacted with the earth. From the smoke floating up through the canopy the damn thing hadn’t traveled far enough to leave Zeir’s kingdom.

His ears flicked forward. Maybe there wouldn’t be any survivors. No survivors. No problems. Deep down he probably should’ve felt shame over that hope, but his emotions had sunk beneath a deep freeze years ago and had shown no signs of stirring.

Zeir tipped his head back and roared, a bellowing call to his people. They needed to check out the crash. They needed to collect any survivors and bury any casualties before the jungle animals came to investigate. He might not like intruders but they didn’t deserve to be devoured and have their bones scattered across the jungle either. Dragonmen respected the dead even if they didn’t mourn for long.

“We’ll meet you at the crash site,” Viller Dragonworth said, his telepathic communication loud and clear in Zeir’s head.

After years of being in his dragon form Zeir’s mental communication with his people had grown stronger than any other king on the planet. He could contact any of his people through their mental link, and feel their presence anywhere on Dragait.

The sound of an unfamiliar dragon’s roar from the direction of the crash had Zeir snapping his head toward the noise.


He didn’t recognize the voice. A strange beast had landed on his planet. The plaintive dragon bellow sounded more scared then demanding. It called out its worries seeking help and reassurance. Had one of their own kind crashed to the surface while returning home?

Zeir jumped off the ledge eager to investigate this change of circumstances. If a dragonkin had been injured he’d make sure it was safe and sound before returning the citizen to his proper kingdom. From tone of the roar, Zeir knew he would find a male at the other end of the sound.

The largest of any of his people, Zeir’s powerful wings had him reaching the crash site well before anyone else had their scales in the air. “Activate ground crew.” He sent the thought to his second in command.

“Will do,” Viller replied.

Those who couldn’t transform would meet the dragon shifters there. Cleanup would be needed and that required hands instead of claws. Some of his best soldiers were non-shifters and they would join members of his elite dragon force on the ground to investigate any enemies.

The crumpled bit of metal lying forlornly against a tree caught his attention. It was a miracle anyone had survived such a landing. Even to Zeir’s unskilled eye, the escape pod didn’t look capable of handling a crash from that height. He glanced around for any other signs. If this came from a ship, there should be others.

A search didn’t reveal any pods other than the one before him.


Another loud roar pulled Zeir’s focus from searching for more metal carnage. The strange call still didn’t register as one he recognized from any of his people. Their kind didn’t often leave the planet. To find an unknown dragon shifter traversing the stars spiked Zeir’s latent curiosity.

A third roar frightened the remaining birds into fleeing. They knew flame often followed dragon roars and flew off to save their plumage. Luckily the damp jungle and spell-coated stone palace prevented things from catching fire. Zeir swooped lower to discover a rust-colored dragon crouched in the jungle foliage.



Out Today Quentin Heart!

Quentin Heart 600

Right on the edge of January I got Quentin out! *pats self on back*

I think Meredith Russell did an awesome job on this cover, it’s one of my favorites.

Buy links:
Amazon, ARe, Smashwords

It will be up on my site as soon as my web guy fixes a little glitch. BN, Apple and others are also pending.


Quentin Heart is a magical genius with more troubles than three people his age. His mother is dying of cancer, a vampire master wants to own him and he has bone wolves deciding to be his new puppy protection detail.

When his friend, Glenn, is murdered Quentin Heart has to discover who attacked him and what happened to his body. Unfortunately Jakinson, the new vampire master, has decided to protect Quentin from himself.

Annoyed with everyone trying to kill or control him, Quentin has to push back against vampires, psychotic fae and more magic than he’s ever had to handle before. It will take more than magic to get him out of this one. It might even take love.