A little late but here it is. I wrote this a while ago.


“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Quaid tugged at his turtleneck and glared at his sister.

“Oh suck it up. You know I can’t come to these things alone.” Tori tugged at her clothes straightening her dress as she slid out of the car.

“Well if you didn’t keep scaring off your dates it wouldn’t be a problem,” Quaid said.

“Shut it!” Tori scowled at him. “Besides most of the people here don’t know you’re my brother.”

Quaid shuddered. “I’m not kissing you.”

Tori smacked him with her sparkly purse. “Idiot.”

“Ouch, I’m a police officer I could arrest you for assault.”

“Try it. I’d love to explain to everyone at the station how the big, bad cop couldn’t handle a tap from a tiny lady purse.”

“That you keep an anvil in. You forgot that part.” Quaid rubbed his arm.

Tori giggled, a strange sound from the elegant woman standing beside him. With her three-inch heels her head still only reached his shoulders.

“Come on you poor abused man.”

“Finally you admit your poor treatment of me.” Quaid offered his arm so she could hold onto him as they walked across the sideway. Parking was scarce in Pioneer Square and they had to walk a fair distance to reach the gallery. Some reclusive artist was giving a show and Tori insisted she had to meet him.

Quaid knew better than to try and change her mind. If she hadn’t just broken up with her last boyfriend Quaid wouldn’t be in the position of a mindless evening rubbing elbows with art snobs. His partner Felipe laughed himself sick when he found out where Quaid was spending his evening.

“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled.

“That’s the right attitude.” Tori said, her voice unnecessarily perky.

Quaid opened the door and motioned her inside. He regained a bit of enthusiasm when he saw a waiter wander by with a tray of filled wine glasses.

“Shoo, go look at the pictures and pretend you’re intelligent.” She made a dismissive gesture at him.

“Maybe you can pretend to be a nice person.”

“Doubtful.” Tori turned her back on him and went to greet a fellow art lover.

Quaid laughed. She didn’t really need him here she just hated to drive downtown. Two men were arguing in the corner. He didn’t like how the large man was towering over the smaller man. He approached them just as the big man turned on his heel and left.

The slim man clutched a sketchpad in a tight grip, hard enough to

“You okay buddy?”

A quick flash of startling blue-violet eyes raised to meet his before looking away. “Yeah.”

Quaid crouched down beside the young man. “Are you sure?”

He nodded but didn’t look up again.

“I’m Quaid.” He held out his hand.

“Jasper, um Jazz.” He pried his fingers off the sketchbook to offer a slim hand.

“Nice to meet you, Jazz.”

“Yes. Do-do you like art?”

Jazz didn’t speak like he had a stutter but more like he was trying to collect the words in a butterfly net and pin them into place.

“I haven’t had much exposure to it.” Quaid didn’t want to share his disdain of art with this fragile man.

He received a quick smile that struck him like a ball of lightning. “Want to see my art?”

“Is that a come on?”

Jazz’s expression of complete confusion had him backpedalling. “I was just kidding.”

“You don’t want to see my art?”

Quaid tilted Jazz’s head up so he was forced to make eye contact. “I would love to see your art.”

A dimpled smile rewarded his statement. “They are over here.” Jazz moved his chin out of Quaid’s hold.

Quaid followed completely out of his depth. He’d never flirted with a guy who didn’t understand he was flirting. Jazz didn’t appear to be picking up any of Quaid’s usual cues.

Unsure of his next step he followed Jazz to a wall of pictures. Focused on Jazz’s ass he didn’t notice the art at first. Jazz had turned to face him and he’d been lost in the purity of Jazz’s gaze. He’d been a detective for fifteen years and he’d never seen such guileless beauty in another man’s eyes.

Jazz tilted his head to indicate the wall.

Reluctantly Quaid turned to see Jazz’s work, and froze. “Wow.”

He’d expected some vague paint splashes that he’d have to give meaningless platitudes to get into Jazz’s pants. Instead he sank into the world Jazz had created. The canvas in front of him was a series of tiny pieces of paper, each bit lined up with another and created a three-dimensional world. Glimpses of color, people, and buildings peered through the strips. Quaid’s curious nature wanted to pull and tug to see the treasures hidden underneath.

“What do you call it?”

“Hidden world.”

“It’s amazing.” Quaid stepped back to get a better look and his eye was caught on the portraits on the right. They weren’t just incredibly detailed paintings, but it was as if the artist had captured the subject’s soul. They were in a completely different style, but Quaid had no doubt they were done by the same person.

“That’s my brother,” Jazz pointed to the bottom painting.

The painting radiated power, the man looked like a supercharged version of the delicate man beside him. “You don’t look much alike.”

“We’re half-brothers. We share a father.” Jazz’s expression went blank as if recalling something depressing.

“Well if it makes you feel better I like this version,” Quaid said pointing at Jazz.

Jazz laughed. “Thank you. I am talented.”

He said the words without any sign of modesty or bragging but like he was stating a fact.

“Yes you are.” He liberated two glasses of wine. “Would you like one?”

“Jazz doesn’t drink,” A deep voice answered for him.

Quaid turned to see the man in the portrait. “Ahh the half-brother.”

“I’m Nolan. Why are you trying to seduce my brother?”

“He’s not trying to do that Nolan,” Jazz said.

Nolan and Quaid exchanged looks.


Last Birthday post

For the last giveaway, we are giving away a $50 Amazon gift card. Next year we are hoping to have a more fun year of books and I hope to bring back Amber’s friends to the blog.

This contest will go until the end of the month. For a chance to win, let us know something you are thankful for and something you are looking forward to next year.


It’s My Birthday and I’ll Post if I want to…

I told Sheri I was going to take the day off, then I woke up and wanted to ramble. Today is my 52nd birthday. I can’t believe I’m past the half-century mark. Everyone says the years go fast, that your children grow faster and you don’t really believe them until you wake up and realize so many years have passed. This year I’m not going to wait until the New Year I’m going to take stock of my life now and think of the things that I like and the things that I should change. I believe we spend too much time concentrating on the bad parts of life, where we went wrong, what we could have done better, and forget what we might have done right. I’m going to focus on my health in the upcoming years. Not just to lose weight but overall healthy. To get out of the house, go for a walk, meet some new people, become more thoughtful, and reconnect with my love of writing. Even as a young child, my favorite activity was to sit down and jot down ideas for stories. Somehow through the years that has become more of an obligation than a pleasure and my writing has always been a source of joy in my life, a joy I’ve let wander by the wayside and grow grey hairs without me. In the spirit of this note, I’m going to give one random person a $10.00 GC to Amazon. To enter you have to share one thing you’ve stopped doing that you think, ‘perhaps I’ll give it another try’. Thank you for reading my ramblings.


First of many contests!

Happy Birthday Amber!!

I have been Amber’s assistant for many years and I have had a blast every year. I am excited for what 2023 us going to bring and hope to see lots of familiar faces on here!

So for the first contest, for a $10 Amazon gift card, what are you most looking forward to in 2023?


Christmas cards and a winner

Every year Amber sends out Christmas cards to her fans. US and International fans welcome. We take the first 100 entries and I will close the form on December 1st or when we hit 100. Even if you don’t celebrate Christmas, it’s a fun card from a great author.

Here is the link for the Christmas cards this year:


And the winner of an earlier contest is Trix. Please email me at authoraccomplice@gmail.com.

The Sunday contest is still open. As well as please keep your eyes open for some fun birthday contests tomorrow as we celebrate Amber’s birthday.



I’ve had this idea of hybrid heroes for a while. I have several semi-started. Here is one:

Hal blinked trying to adapt his vision to the bright light.

Where the fuck am I?

He sat up and took in the luxurious room. It had the impersonal feel of a hotel and the smell of cleaning spray beneath the surface. He scanned his memory but could only remember going to dinner with his parents the night before. They’d gone to a steakhouse and discussed his future.

He hadn’t known what to tell his parents about his plans. He’d never thought about leaving the pack even though they had never accepted him since his first change. Apparently turning into a scaled wolf with wings freaked out the normal wolves. Hybrids weren’t supposed to exist. Hal didn’t know of any others like him. Of course reproduction between a wolf and a dragon didn’t happen often and the few times Hal had heard of resulted in either a dragon or a wolf not a weird conglomeration of both.

The alpha of their pack had grown increasingly upset with Hal’s presence. He had to either challenge the alpha for leadership or find a new place else to call home. Hal had hesitated to leave his parents. Although at twenty-one years old he’d stayed longer than he planned.

A piece of paper caught his attention.

Dear son,

You need to start your own life now. There are rumors the alpha is planning your death. We have paid for this room for a month. We also opened your trust fund so you have money. Love you son. Keep in touch.

Mom and Dad

Hal stared at the note for a long moment. His parents had effectively banished him. He’d never doubted his parent’s love, but he hadn’t seen this coming. They must’ve drugged him in order to get him here.

“Now what the fuck do I do?”

Groaning, Hal threw himself on the bed. Depression pressed him down. He didn’t have any reason to get up. He understood why his parents had acted but it didn’t take away the sting.

It only took a few minutes before he was so disgusted by his self-pity he had to get out of bed. Exploring his environment would be a good first step. He needed to figure out where he was and if he planned on putting down roots here or if he’d be heading out somewhere else.

His parents were right. Sticking around where the alpha could find him wasn’t a good idea. Hal could’ve stayed and killed the alpha but despite his prejudices the Alpha Viden was a good man. It wasn’t completely his fault the pack never warmed to Hal.

A quick shower and a peek in the closet revealed his wardrobe had been entered. He wondered how long they had planned this venture. He’d thought they were responding to his recent comments. This smacked of planning. A great deal of planning.