I remember the first time that one of my parents wasn’t equipped to handle modern technology. The good old copy/paste was something that eluded poor old Dad and stayed forever out in that exorable wilderness that consisted of everything he would never know. It didn’t matter about writing down the instructions. For some reason, the part of his brain that would once have interpreted it and memorized the process within seconds was full up. No doubt the bulging wisdom contained therein had a lot of facts not useful after the fifties, sixties, or seventies. But brains are odd c
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Tyler thought the only magic you could cook up in a trailer was meth. Turns out he was wrong.
When a stranger tosses a mysterious stone into Tyler’s lap, he doesn’t know what’s hit him. The rock is the sole source of magic in the known universe. That’d be awesome if he knew how the hell it worked.
Soon, hordes of evildoers are hot on his heels, seeking the rock’s power at any cost. Suffering from stone-enforced sobriety, Tyler would offload the damn thing if he could. But he can only gift the stone to someone of magical lineage. A gene pool contaminated by miscreants, troublemakers, and fools—and those are just the good guys.
With the help of a warthog and a ten-year-old girl, Tyler must battle against the circling forces of evil. If he can’t return the stone to its rightful owner, it could cost him his life, destroy his friends, and (possibly) end the world.
CUPCAKES and CONSPIRACIES
Welcome to Hanmer Springs. Small town. Big secrets.
With a divorce pending and her career hanging in the balance, Holly Waterston returns to her hometown of Hanmer Springs to lick her wounds. According to her accountant, she also needs to sell the cupcake bakery owned and operated by her family for three generations. The bakery is the only place Holly’s younger sister Crystal has ever worked.
But when their mortgage holder suffers anaphylactic shock after eating a cupcake, Crystal is chief suspect for the attempted murder. Despite being labeled allergy-free, the cake was chock full of peanuts.
Holly must dig in her heels and don an apron if she’s to clear her sister’s name, uncover the real culprit, and find out why their booming business is hemorrhaging money. If she can’t, then Holly might lose Crystal to prison and lose the one place she can truly call home.
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Warning: May contain traces of danger and good humor.
NERVES OF STEEL
For a thousand years, vampires ruled the earth. They bent men to their will and molded cities into hotbeds of depravity.
Ha! Just kidding. Vampires are weaklings that catch fire if you push them into the sunlight. As soon as humans found out they existed, they captured the suckers, enslaved them, and put the pallid creatures to work.
So, imagine my surprise when a free vampire strolled into Joe’s Bar. Fair enough if he’s ditched his chains but walking around in public? That does not compute. As an escapee cyborg with a bounty on her head, I don’t want to dig for trouble. Don’t see, don’t tell is the motto for survival on the empire’s rough streets.
If it weren’t for my best friend, I’d turn a blind eye. But I owe that thirteen-year-old vampire my freedom and most probably my life. If something is changing for his species, then he needs to know. And sure, this investigation will open a seething can of bother, but if trouble comes for me, I’m ready. My body is 34% titanium, my skin is silicone polymer, and I’ve got nerves of steel.
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Aroha Paewai is the wrong age and the wrong gender in the wrong job.
When Aroha’s mentor dies, naming her as Tohunga—the healer for her tribe—she finds herself battling for the right to perform the job she was born to do. In 1960s New Zealand, being young, Maori, and female is tough enough. Performing a traditionally male role takes the irritation from insult straight into injury.
But when Aroha is promoted into a secretive government department, even she finds the situation way over her teenaged head. With human enemies already pounding on the gates, Aroha must now contend with supernatural creatures stepping out of line.
As her mentor withdraws to let Aroha prove her skills, she is faced with a devastating choice. If she fights the supernatural beings threatening to destroy her country, then Aroha’s extended family will battle against a deadly infectious disease alone.
- 27 Aug 2017
Back in March 2017, I was sitting on a plane feeling my ankles swell up like itchy inner tubes and watching a repeat of The Leftovers on the tiny wee personal screen. Although I loved the opening credits and music to series one of the Leftovers, this was series two with the starred outlines of people who have disappeared shown in poses with the people left behind. While waiting impatiently for Justin Theroux to push Patty into a well, I started thinking about an outline for a short story I’d committed to writing for an anthology. Wouldn’t it be great, I thou
- 24 May 2017
Back in the old days when I smoked, I used to tear off the end of the cigarettes in order to get my full-scale nicotine hit faster. It was no use dragging in a breath when they were full-length – the smoke would dissipate to almost nothing by the time it reached my lips. Although, every time I was asked, I laboriously pointed out the perfectly acceptable explanation for me doing so, people around me (usually also smoking) still used to give me funny looks. Of course, I could have fallen into step and smoked the damn things whole, but I’m stubborn and I would also m