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The Knights of Maenara Collective (3 of 10) Grace’s hands found the stick shift like it was a foreign language she’d never studied. The car lurched, stalled, died with a cough that sounded accusatory. “Damn it,” she muttered. Nicola cracked one eye open from the passenger seat, her face half-shadow in the porch light’s sickly glow. “You’ve got to seduce… Continue reading Salt Row Sanctuary
The Knights of Maenara Collective #5 of 10 The Knights of Maenara Collective #5 The Collective’s Truth, Part Two Victoria and Grace had moved to the living room area… or what passed for a living space downstairs in the half workshop, half crab sorting area and office. Grace was curled in the armchair that had been Ellie’s, wrapped in a… Continue reading The Collective's Truth, Part Two
The Knights of Maenara Collective (2 of 10) The bedroom door at the top of the stairs was locked, the antique brass knob refusing to turn under Nicola’s hand. She knocked once, twice, then harder when there was no response. “Miss Broadchurch? Grace? I need my jacket. My phone’s in the pocket and I need to call this in.” Silence.… Continue reading Witness and Attack, Part Two
The Knights of Maenara Collective (2 of 10) The kitchen smelled wrong, not rot exactly, but something sharper underneath the citrus-bright disinfectant. Copper and sweetness, like blood cut with sugar, like someone had tried to scrub away evidence but only succeeded in making it more obvious. The kind of smell that gets into your sinuses and stays there, that you… Continue reading Witness and Attack, Part One
Magic & Smut Dear Reader, I know, I know…I promised you this chapter ages ago, and here we are, fashionably late like Spencer showing up to literally everything. In my defense, I’ve been battling my own ghost witch (she’s called “Distraction” and she’s relentless), attempting spells that backfired spectacularly (much like Erin), and generally living that “I’ll do it tomorrow”… Continue reading Haint Party, Chapter 6
The Knights of Maenara Collective (1 of 10) Her car sat in the side lot where she’d left it years ago, covered in dust and Spanish moss and time: a rebuilt Honda Del Sol she’d named Rougarou after the Cajun werewolf that ran through sugarcane fields and ate children who misbehaved. Compact, quick, painted midnight blue with rust patches she’d… Continue reading Homecoming, Part Two
The Knights of Maenara Collective (1 of 10) Detective Nicola Knight had come home the way ghosts do: quiet, uninvited, and carrying unfinished business. Her plane touched down at Louis Armstrong International at 6:13 p.m., wheels screeching like wounded birds, engines reversing with enough force to jolt her forward against the fraying seatbelt. Nicola didn’t flinch. She’d flown rougher rides… Continue reading Homecoming, Part One
November’s Grand Saga As the last echoes of Halloween fade and the days grow shorter, I’ve decided to embrace November with an ambitious creative endeavor. Instead of tackling a massive novel, I’m launching a more focused, equally exciting project: a complete short story cycle. What is a Short Story Cycle? If you haven’t heard the term before, a short story… Continue reading Writing a Short Story Cycle
Mabel’s Market I trusted Spencer to arrange the car pickup, so we flowed out of the restaurant but stayed under the awning as we searched for our driver. Lizzie spied that our driver had been held up down the block by someone wanting to park parallel. They were reportedly ancient so it was going to be a while. We ran… Continue reading Haint Party, Chapter 5
