The Dry Lands: A new look. A new genre.

One of the best things about being an Indie writer is that I can update my files whenever I want, or whenever they need it.

THE DRY LANDS was published two years ago, and even though the few who have read it loved it, it didn’t do well in the genre I originally marketed it for – Science Fiction. I’m not a hardcore Sci-Fi writer, but there are elements of that genre in all of my books. TDL had the most, so I thought it would work well there. Pfft. I tried.

Because I love this story so much, and I want everyone to read it, last year I decided to revamp the entire book from the inside out and put it into the niche I’ve been carving into the writing world: YA Fantasy. But it’s not all YA. There’s action, mystery, romance, suspense, science fiction (hover cars, y’all, hover cars), fantasy…basically everything. Plus, there’s Riot. If you don’t know who he is, grab the book. Riot is adorable. Hutch is hot, and A’ris is a kick-ass young lady.

So…skip ahead to this week…the results of this project overhaul are in. SCORE!

Check out this new beautimus cover made by Elizabeth Mackey Graphic Design. Doesn’t it scream ‘I’M SO BEAUTIFUL – YOU MUST READ ME!’. If you do, come back and tell me what you think. *bites nails and waits patiently*

Boho Woman Walks In The Garden, Outdoors. Enjoying Nature Relax

The new version is now available on AMAZON – coming soon to NOOK


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A Teaser Excerpt from Finding Hope

If you’ve not read the third book in the Find Me series yet, you really should. Really.

Finding Hope

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Hot or Cold, There Is No In-Between

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The Tea Struggle. It’s a real thing in my life.

My morning tea was piping hot in my cup one minute – totally not sippable unless I’d like to burn off half my taste-buds – and then it was colder than the ceramic mug the next minute. How does this happen, Tea? Why is that perfect in-between temperature only around for about 20 seconds? Do you hate me? The plan was to consume quite a bit of your sustenance today, per the Muse’s request, so if this is a precursor for the next few hours, we may have a problem.

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What Lies Beneath…an Excerpt

Murder was a messy business; torture even less clean. As Hutch walked through the inn’s lobby, taking care to avoid the streams of dried blood that had drained from [the woman’s] body, he struggled to swallow. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen such a thing and he doubted it would be the last. But seeing the most evil side of human nature was never easy.

Each fingernail had been wrenched from [her] hands, as were the front teeth from her upper jaw. One eye was sealed shut, lost beneath a contusion the size of a lemon. A clean split opened her lower lip, giving her mouth an un-natural ‘V’ shape. As he looked at her features, it was hard for him to see where her nostrils had been, as dried blood had caked in clumps around her unrecognizable nose.

He kneeled at her side and touched the wire binding that strung her wrists and ankles together. The woman hadn’t been kind to them, not exactly, but hers was a fate undeserved. Hutch didn’t doubt a bag of coins would have opened her mouth freely to the comings and goings of A’ris and Hutch, and yet the level of torture the middle-aged woman endured wasn’t just unnecessary, it was brutal beyond reason. As if whoever committed the crime did so with the pure intent to kill, regardless of what information they extracted.

He smoothed the hair from her face and pulled a nearby throw off a wooden chair, draping it over her still body. She’d been bled dry, and though the entire room would forever show signs of her demise on the floors, walls and counters, he could at the very least give her soul respect by covering her violated body.

Someone out there was angry.

As Hutch took the stairs up to the room he’d shared with A’ris just days before, and found it cleaned out and empty, he could only hope that the dead man behind the Gear Maker’s shop was the man who had gone through the town, eliminating all who breathed. Either all signs of A’ris were being wiped clean, or any and all who crossed her path were struck dead simply for seeing her. Hutch knew A’ris was in trouble or soon would be.

The kind of trouble that drew blood in lethal amounts.

“A’ris, please be safe,” he whispered into the fresh sky.

His boots sank into the damp earth as he set off to the west with a pack of supplies he pillaged from [the inn’s] kitchen. Hutch didn’t even bother to change his muddy clothes, just slung a coat over his shoulder in case it should rain again. The bartender wouldn’t need it anymore. He, along with his patrons, had been shot dead.

Unsure if the hole in his heart was truly mended or would only heal once he set eyes upon the girl again, living and unharmed, he set out for the town of Calypso, determined to find what he had lost…

– Chapter 18 from The Dry Lands, a Hutch and A’ris novel