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Welcome to the other side

No I don’t mean this one…


I’m referring to the land of teen snark from whence I once drove my parents batty. Now, granted I didn’t really go all that far afield; not a thousand miles for sure. Nope, I am a permanent resident of the adult snark and sarcasm municipality.

That being said, I suspect Mr. Smarty-Pants may end up as mayor long before I’m old and gray. He’s especially fond of real life trolling. What’s an example? I’m glad you asked. Here’s a perfect one that just so happens to relate to writing.

So, with the upcoming release of book 2 of my Crossroads of Fate series *shameless plug* I’m trying to think of little things I can add to a vendor table to catch the eye, sell, and hopefully use to encourage book sales. People like art. I suck at art. Guess who doesn’t suck at art? Yep, you guessed it, Mr. Smarty-Pants.

Me: If I described characters or scenes, do you think you’d be able to draw them?

Mr. Smarty-pants: You write porn, right? I’m not drawing porn.

Me: I do NOT write porn.

Mr. Smarty-pants: Ah, okay. So naked people?

Me: NO! There’s Delaney, and while she would wear leather, no skin would show.

Mr. Smarty-pants: Oh I see, so latex?

Me: NO! No latex!

Mr. Smarty-pants: Wait, are there gay vampires?

Me: No….well, not in this series.

Mr. Smarty-pants: See, you write porn.

Me: No, I write HBO type adventures. Can we get back to the scene thing? *starts describing scene*.

Mr. Smarty-pants: So who gets betrayed in “Betrayals” and what’s the weapon?

Me: Well, really it’s a series of people screwing others over to get what they want. *goes back to describing a character*

Mr. Smarty-pants: *interrupts* Screwing? Oh, so you want a picture of an open condom?

Me: …. No. No. No.

Mr. Smarty-pants: *Laughs like an evil villain*. So, what’s the deadline?


And that, dear interwebz, is my son.


You might not like my books if…

When being published was a mere hopeful dream somewhere on the distant horizon, I hung on every word authors and editors said at panels. One of the things they mentioned was not discussing controversial topics. For the most part I have followed that advice. My FB writer page is only about writing and I don’t invite fans to my private page. On Twitter though, I have shared news events, because I can only think of so many 140 character ways to say “BUY MY BOOK!” without actually saying “buy my books”.

It occurred to me as I was once again pointlessly debating a current event on FB that when did I ever keep my mouth shut about what I think?


So, while I’m sometimes pressed to describe what sort of audience would like my books (Lots of people apparently isn’t specific enough), I can definitively tell you who won’t like them.

  1. People who don’t think females should be lead characters.
  2. People who do not accept gender equality in all its forms and who want to police the love lives of others.
  3. People who think where you’re from or the color of your skin means you are lesser or deserve to be treated differently.
  4. People who think they have the right to tell a woman what to do with her body.
  5. People who are uncomfortable questioning the basis of their beliefs and our perception of the divine.

I write science fiction and fantasy. Not every story touches on all of these things, but science fiction won my heart because it tackled these questions. It made me look at the world and question it. It convinced me that we could change our reality if only we tried.

So, if you want to mess with someone who meets any of the above criteria, I suggest you buy one of my books and give it to them.

Oooh Shiny!

As any of you following my blog may have noticed, I’m a bit random. One day it’s Yard Trek adventures and another day it’s parenting adventures, followed by a gluten free recipe. I imagine many of y’all followed for certain sorts of posts. Feel free to comment and let me know if you want more cats or more recipes, or maybe cats critiquing recipes!. 😀

As book 2 of Crossroads of Fate is slated to come out this year (hopefully–I’ve already seen the cover and finished the content edits), I made a brand new site dedicated to my Crossroads of Fate book series. There will be character renders, excerpts, Zane’s log and who knows what else. So for those of you who followed for the writing and story related stuff, wander over and take a gander. For those of you wondering where the cat recipe critiques are, my cats are food snobs. What can I say? They really, really want it, until you give them some, and then they decide they’d rather have toilet water.

If you like what you see, follow so you don’t miss out on new posts and content! Even better, maybe you’ll be inspired to buy a book.

For now, the Guardian series and various short stories can be found here or can be purchased on Amazon.

Snippet and Sneak Peak Friday

Daughter of Destiny, Book 1 Crossroads of Fate series

He chuckled and his clothes reappeared before he tugged her close again. “Thank you for pulling me out of my nightmare, Katarina.” His hand brushed a tendril of hair away from her face and Katarina’s breath caught. She found herself wishing she hadn’t stopped him a moment before.

“You know what I am, don’t you?”


“Are you afraid of what I am?”

“Should I be?”

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Betrayals, Book 2 Crossroads of Fate Series

An all too human sounding sigh echoed in the kitchen and Delaney spun around, expecting Kieran. Nothing but empty space greeted her. She looked back at the cat. That cat did NOT just sigh. “I think fairy sex has melted my brain.”

The cat sat on its haunches, its gaze unblinking. “I think it melted a long time before that.”

She yelped and jumped in spite of herself. Her hand reached out and grabbed the nearest kitchen utensil. She whimpered when she realized she held a spoon. Tossing it aside, it clattered to floor as she snatched a knife from the dish rack. All the while the cat just sat there watching her. Belatedly it occurred to her that the voice sounded familiar. The tenor voice held a muffled, distorted quality in her head, but the more she reflected, the more certain she became that she knew that voice.

“Who are you?”

The cat shook its head back and forth, as if in disappointment, its eyes infinitely sad. Oh god, please don’t let my cat be possessed, please, please, please. To her right, Mac snorted himself awake. He sniffed his steak, gave it a lick, and then closed his eyes again. She almost decided she’d imagined the voice when it spoke in her head again.

“Some guard dog he is. Give him food and he’d welcome an army of UnSeelie into the house.”

She shrieked and held the knife in front of her.

Kieran appeared at the kitchen doorway; naked and holding a dagger in his hand. “Are you all right? I heard you scream.”

“She was fine until you came here. For god’s sake, put some clothes on, boy!”

Kieran shifted space, reappearing clothed in low-riding jeans. She moved the knife so that she didn’t accidentally stab him, but kept it ready.

“Delaney, I don’t know much about cats, but I’m certain they aren’t supposed to talk, telepathically or otherwise.”

“You’re right.” She peered around Kieran at Imp. “I think we need an exorcist.”

Cake or Cake?

A few years back my sister, Mrs. Music, introduced me to the Eddie Izzard skit, “Cake or Death?”.

The cake or death part starts at 5min, but the whole thing is funny. I’ll wait.

Back? Okay. Well, gluten free cake can be the “death” in the cake or death question, as it doesn’t really rate as cake. For the past few years I’ve been making non-cake cake. It’s a recipe off Allrecipes.com and is pretty good, but the texture still isn’t very cake-like. For SoupKing’s birthday this year I googled in hopes of finding a recipe that a) didn’t list ingredients I couldn’t find and b)was better than my standard non-cake cake.

I did, indeed, find an excellent recipe. I think I followed most of the instructions without alterations the first go around. It had better flavor, moisture and texture, but it was a tad too mushy.

Miss Drama’s birthday was yesterday and so I needed to whip up a cake. After all, a birthday without cake? Clearly death (okay, not really, but definitely a very sad birthday.) So I looked up the recipe I last used with vague notions of improving it. Turns out, I was out of coconut flour, which turned out to be serendipitous.

  • 1/4 cup almond flour
  • 3 cup all purpose gluten free flour (recipe at end of post HERE) *no two flour blends are quite the same so keep that in mine*
  • 1 2/3 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 tablespoon GF Baking Powder
  • 3/4 teaspoon salt
  • 3/4 cup (12 tablespoons) coconut oil
  • 1/2 cup vegetable oil
  • 8 eggs
  • 1 1/4 cups milk (or non-dairy substitute– I used goat milk)
  • 2 teaspoons gluten free vanilla (I may have been more generous as I kind of just poured some into the batter)

In addition to tweaking the ingredients I ignored the instructions and proceeded with traditional cake making procedure, starting with pre-heating the oven to 350F. Then I creamed the eggs, sugar and oil together and added the vanilla. I was using a stand mixer with a whisk attachment. If you add too much liquid or flour too quickly you end up wearing a fair amount. So, I alternated adding a little flour and a little milk until all of it was combined. I let it mix for 2 minutes at high speed. Then I sprayed two round cake pans, dusted with a few pinches of the flour mix, poured in the batter and cooked. I’d start with 20 min and then check every couple of minutes after that depending on your oven. One of the cakes was done in about 22min., while the other took closer to 30min as it was a bit more full.

Cool and ice and tada, almost-cake cake! It wasn’t too mushy, yet it had that great moisture you want in a cake. The texture reminded me of the best box mixes or a freshly baked cake from a bakery.

Almost-cake cake!

Mrs. Music deemed it evilly delicious and even Mr. Music commented on how good it was and he isn’t used to gluten-free baking. The remaining little bit that was left last night didn’t last through today, so I’m pretty sure this cake is a keeper. If not for the fact that I ate a rather large amount last night, I may have made another today, as it is MY birthday today. Instead, I ate a whole pint of goat milk ice cream–far less effort.

To celebrate my victory over cake death and my birthday, wander over to InkStained Succubus, comment and get a chance to win a free digital copy of my book Fated Bonds.

Weekly Writer’s Ramble: October 24, 2014

I just finished reading Alethea Kontis’ Enchanted. She tells s a tale utilizing all sorts of familiar fairy tales, but with her own spin. Sunday Woodcutter, the heroine of the story, tells us a story of family and growing up, of magic and adventure, of love and heartbreak. She’s the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, with more power than she knows. It’s a coming of age story that readers of all ages can enjoy. Even better, the princess of the story is just as capable as the prince. Rather than write a regular old review, I shall use her book and the characters Kontis crafted to illustrate this month’s theme of characterization. Enchanted ***Spoilers*** Sunday Woodcutter comes from a large family. At the beginning of the story she tells her friend Grumble about her siblings and parents. Even so, it isn’t the stories she reads Grumble that bring each character to life.  As any good writer is told, “show, don’t tell”.  Sunday tells us that she is closest to her brother Trix, but it is her interactions with him which illustrate this. While attempting to spin wool into gold, she chats with her brother. She spins him a tale to cheer both of them up and then her fey brother rushes to prick his finger immediately after she purposely pricks hers on the spinning wheel, just in case it happens to be a cursed spinning wheel. “Why did you do that?” “If you fall asleep for a hundred years, then so will I.” That short exchange illustrates perfectly the love Trix has for his sister Sunday. When Sunday presses their two bleeding fingers together and declares they are brother and sister, no matter what, that too shows us how deeply she cares.  Later on Trix tunnels from his dreams to hers to make them better. What more could one ask from a brother? When we meet Rumbold, the hero of the story, we discover him bit by bit through his interactions with others. Through kind actions, playful jests, foolhardy choices, and selfless acts Rumbold demonstrates his character far more than any typical fairytale prince. Kontis’ tale, while filled with magic and mystery, is an excellent example of a character driven story and one I endorse as an enjoyable read for readers of all ages.

If you’ve enjoyed this post, wander over to Amazon and support my global domination fund by buying one of my books 😉

A Tale of Two Doggies

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was an age of adventure and an age of really preferring he was at home in bed…

At the dog park today, Marble made sure she greeted every dog and that they were all okay with her being alpha. There were some grumbled conversations, but apparently she delivered the doggie stare of death and everyone said, “Okay, fine, be boss.” Well, there was the one dog. Puppies tend not to care who is boss. They just bounce up and say, “PLAY WITH ME!!!!” Mable didn’t mind as long as he didn’t jump in her face. She did the doggie version of rolling her eyes and muttering “Kids.”

She didn’t much understand what to do at the dog park the first few times we went. I’m still not sure she gets it. She greets other dogs and the other people. She sniffs around and after awhile decides it’s time to go. The fact she doesn’t growl at every dog she sees and tolerates puppies jumping in her face is such a huge improvement over when I first got her.

One might think Zeke would have loads of fun at the dog park, but they would be wrong. It took him over a year to realize that car rides were not evil. He loves walks, but acts like we have put him in solitary confinement for an ETERNITY if we put him outside for longer than five seconds. Marble has been known to resort to coaxing Zeke outside by hauling the food bowls outside.

When we arrived at the dog park, Zeke was interested, but not quite certain what to make of all the other. dogs. Unlike Marble, he didn’t greet the other dogs, so much as hide behind Marble or me. He tried to start stuff with a Shepard mix twice his size,  and then hid behind me while Marble stepped in. “Sorry, dude,. My little buddy is a dork.”

The he totally freaked out when the puppy chased him. “I do the chasing! OMG why is he chasing me? MARBLE!!!!! He’s chasing me! Help!”

Marble took one look and ignored him. “Dude, it’s a baby. You’re embarrassing me.”

So Marble went and hung out by the Husky looking all cool and majestic while Zeke hid behind my legs—again. When the puppy was otherwise occupied by very important stick chewing, Zeke just stood there and looked at me. “You dragged me out of bed for this?” Yep, he’s the life of the party.

And, don’t forget! Keep Marble and Zeke’s dog food bowls full of noms! Trot over to Amazon and buy one of my books!


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