Books Page Update – Get yourself a freebie!

Yeah, I know what some might be thinking…Another page update, didn’t you just do that? Yes, I did. But, it’s for a good reason, I swear! A website is an organic and always changing thing, y’all. lol Plus, this updated page clarifies how readers can pick up FREE TMDBooks. It’s a win-win. Well, mostly a win for readers. *wink*

The BOOKS page has been updated to include a contact form for Reviewers. Please take a peek and fill out the form if you’re interested! On the page is also listed which TMDBooks are currently free. Hopefully, this helps! You can find the BOOKS page at the top in the header menu, or simply click on the link below to go directly to the page.


Don’t forget to look at the sub categories listed under the BOOKS page to view each series, listed individually, if you are looking for something in particular.

Happy Reading, y’all!

Snippet Week – Day Five!

Friday – Snippet Week, Day Five!

Isoif was right — the girl was nowhere to be found in the woods. There simply weren’t enough places to hide. The cliffs dropped straight down to the marshy shore and there didn’t appear to be a safe place to descend for miles. His men must have missed her exiting the parklands and escaping on foot through the streets — it was the only explanation that made sense.

He opened his mouth to bark orders for them to retreat back to the patrol units when the lookout shanty came into view. A pale light was on inside, which meant someone was most likely there. Perhaps whoever it was would offer up a simple explanation for how two people could enter the woody park with cliffs on three sides and then vanish like the early morning fog.

He shoved a guard out of his way and thumped his heavy boots through the soft dirt toward the pathetic building. He could hear the sounds of his men falling in line behind him, pointing their light sticks ahead to illuminate the king’s path. It made the wooden building look even more unstable. If he pushed on one of the walls, he was certain the whole thing would collapse. A warning squawk from a bird pierced the cool, night air and the king’s steps wavered. He didn’t stop, but he drew his weapon. There was definitely someone inside the shanty.

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

Snippet Week – Day Four!

Thursday – Snippet Week, Day Four!

Her voice was demure and quiet, but Hutch still felt the sting of her words like knife slashes. “You’ve gone above and beyond what I hired you for. I’ll make sure you are paid when we reach the Wet Lands and then you can go on your way, back to whatever pained existence makes you happy.”

Silently, he slowly leaned back into his seat and took one last glance at her before throwing the scud into gear and lurching back out onto the gravelly road.

Pain, Hutch thought. She knew nothing of the word. Her experience with pain ranked about as high as his experience with pure happiness. The prospect of jumping on a ship and flying off the planet was becoming more appealing by the second. For the rest of their time on the road, Hutch told himself he wouldn’t even miss A’ris. That he’d been better off before getting involved in her quest to save the little rock no one in the universe cared about. For hours it was all he thought of. Being free to make his own decisions, and go where he wanted and be with women who wanted to be with him. He was getting there, getting ready to cut A’ris loose and let her live her life, however short it ended up being, while he rode off and lived his own.

When the glint of the Wet Lands bounced off the windshield the pit of Hutch’s stomach clenched. They were so close to the end of their journey together that the salt in the air could be tasted. And he cursed himself because he’d foolishly thought he could save her.

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


Snippet Week – Day Three!

Wednesday – Snippet Week, Day Three!

Sunlight strained into the room through gaps in the heavy curtains, creating ragged shadows up the steps leading to the king’s throne. The room was empty, except for the aging man slumped in the golden chair and the spindly form that stood beside him.

“What you say cannot possibly be true. She would not do this. A’rissandra could not do this. She is but a woman, and a young one at that.”

“Permission to speak openly, your Majesty?”

The king waved an impatient hand in the air, not taking his gaze off the yellow streak of light stretching along the marble floor toward his feet. He feared it would eat him up and spit him back out as dust.

The tall man cleared his throat and shifted the weight of his legs, looking uncomfortable and eager to say his piece and be dismissed.

“Speak, man. I have a day,” the king sighed.

“My apologies. It’s just…well…my sources tell me A’ris…A’rissandra may have been recruited by the Guild. What they need her for is not yet confirmed. But it can’t be good news. It seems she has quite likely betrayed you.” He flinched when the king slowly lifted his eyes from the floor and glowered at him.

“And who are these sources? How am I to know they can be trusted? This is my daughter you speak of. The Princess of Ernoth. Be careful with your words, Messenger.”

“Of course. Yes. But…we have evidence. Proof, your Majesty. And…” the man gulped loud enough for the king to hear. “We have a conspirator in custody.”

One thick eyebrow shot up on the king’s face, but he kept his voice calm. Years of training had prepared him for such things. “Is this true? Well then, I must see this conspirator.”

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

Snippet Week – Day Two!

Tuesday – Snippet Week, Day Two!

There was no one on the street, not that early in the day, but still A’ris walked with the gun at her side. She rushed into the inn, not bothering to look for Valeen and ran up the stairs, slowing only after she was safely in the room with the door locked. Riot bounced in irritation on the dresser, squawking at her in his nonsense version of the gypsy language.

As the bird cried for Hutch, A’ris struggled to keep herself from collapsing on the ground in a fit of tears. “We’re leaving, Riot. Be quiet and let me pack.”

After rinsing the blood from her hands, she tied her hair back from her face with a long ribbon. She threw the few items she had unpacked into her tote and dumped the rest of the loose belongings into Hutch’s satchel.

In the bathroom she paused to look at her reflection in the mirror. It wasn’t A’rissandra Brynx of the Roanarq’teve clan that stared back at her with sad eyes. That girl was gone, a scorned woman having replaced her. A woman with a mission only death itself could abolish. A’ris Brynx was going to start a war, and she knew that moment blinking into the mirror with red-ringed eyes that she would be on the right side of the battle. The winning side.

“There’s nothing left to see now,” she whispered to the mirror.

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