Are you already tired of the lovey-dovey, saccharine sweet today? Well you’re in luck. Hop over to Tales from the Moonlit Path and check out their Bloody Valentine edition. You’ll find a little paranormal flash from yours truly in the fiction section: Return to Sable Basin.
Get your chills and thrills on! Happy reading.
A slight figure stood barefoot in the night. I stopped short. A street light hummed insistently. The fact she was out alone at this hour was troubling. Her hair smelled like smoke. Not the clean woodsy scent of a campfire. The potent, acrid stench of insulation, plastic, and desperation. Fire was an adversary I knew so well that I had forgotten how to hate it. This child had been in a house fire. Recently. Continue reading
Emily skimmed through her sister’s e-mail before snapping her laptop closed in disgust. They had never had that typical twin closeness. Abby had a flawless life and never missed the opportunity to rub Emily’s nose in it. A handsome, successful husband, angelic children, the catalog perfect home. It wasn’t the boasting that annoyed Emily the most. It was the implication that in comparison, she was somehow less. The constant needling was one of the reasons she had sunk everything she had into the inn. She felt obligated to prove herself. Measure up. Continue reading
Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have risked the shortcut through the wharf district at this hour. He was just anxious to get home. Continue reading