Dead Ink Excerpt

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Here is an excerpt of Lars’ story, Dead Ink. It’s going to be more of a PNR than UF. This is unedited and will probably change a bit since I’m a habitual rewriter : ) Currently, this is slotted to release in June this year. That could also change!

“How’s it look?” the client asked.
“Shut up.” Lars preferred either complete silence while he worked or blaring music but never idle chitchat. The constant drone of a human’s voice was akin to a fly buzzing in his ear. He didn’t understand why the majority of humans constantly needed to vocalize every thought that popped into their brain.
He didn’t work with an audience. If they weren’t getting a tattoo, they weren’t allowed in the shop while he was tattooing because, like he’d mentioned, humans never shut the fuck up. If they weren’t talking to themselves they were getting all into his space oohing and ahhing. He didn’t care what some random asshole off the street thought of his work. Even if it was a chick he was considering having sex with later, and he got plenty of those in here.
“How long do you—”
“I told you. Shut. Up. Speak again and I won’t finish.”
“Hey, I won’t pay you if—”
“Shut up!” Lars said as he jammed the tattoo gun over a sensitive area of his client’s already battered skin. “I don’t give a shit about the money.”
The guy didn’t say another word. Lars hadn’t been lying either. He didn’t do this for the money. He did it because for some reason he felt compelled to.
When he’d first retired from his previous career, he thought a tattoo shop would be a good cover for him. There were always weird sorts hanging around these types of establishments. The kind of people who weren’t looking to blend in with society but to break the norms and live as they wanted.
In the beginning, he’d hired some artists to do the work but then he’d started dabbling himself. Then he couldn’t stop. It was the only time he felt completely at peace.
When the door opened, he didn’t bother looking up, just shouted, “Get out.” He dipped the gun in some more ink and started working on the details of the scales he was tattooing.
“Are you Lars?” a female voice asked.
The voice was high pitched and screamed of estrogen, just the way he liked a woman’s voice to be. He knew exactly what that voice would sound like if he decided to take her to bed, but he was working so he didn’t bother looking up. He’d had too many woman to get excited about just one, at least not while he was in the middle of a piece.
“I told you to get out.” She did have a nice voice. He knew she was cute without even looking. “Come back in a couple of hours,” he added as an after thought, still not bothering to look up.
“I can’t.”
There was determination in her tone. Lars sighed loudly and placed the tattoo gun down on the worktable by his side, accepting the fact that he’d have to stop working if he wanted to get her out of his hair.
He stood up, cursing himself for firing the last shop helper and not scheduling one of the other artists today so he could delegate this. He turned, an aggravated sigh escaping and looked at the unwanted visitor.
He froze. She looked like a wood nymph. Her blonde hair, too thick for her head, was wild and unkempt. Large turquoise eyes peeked out from a dirty face. None of that was why he nearly knocked into the table next to him. Whoever she was, she wasn’t human.
“Get out,” he said, this time to the man he’d been working on. When the guy didn’t move, he nudged him with his knee. “I told you to get out.”
“Huh?” The guy jerked his head up. “Me?”
“But my tattoo?”
“I’ll call you. Now get out.”
The client scrambled to his feet and Lars shoved the guy’s shirt at his chest, nearly bulldozing him out the door and causing his unwanted visitor to jump out of their way.
He slammed the door shut and clicked the deadbolt into place.


Fated is now live, plus other updates!


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Okay, I’m running a little behind! The first piece of new is that Fated (third book in Karma series) is now live.


Settling the cosmic score is what Karma was drafted by the Universe to do. But what happens when all the humans start going to the dark side? She’s got to find the source and the most likely suspect is her long time rival, who outclasses her in both power and resources.

Luckily, she’s got a new partner in Fate but he comes with his own set of complications. The confirmed bachelor has a target of his own.

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Second piece of news is that Karma is now available in audio format at iTunes and




What’s Next

The next book is going to be Lars’s story. I really enjoy writing in first person but Lars’s story will be told from third. It’s going to lean a little heavier toward PNR than I normally write. Then I’ll be hopping over to another story that has been begging to get get out my head. Not sure where that is going to take me yet : )


I’m in a Writing Funk!


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It happens, more often than I’d like to admit. All sorts of things can set them off, a harsh comment I read or careless comment from someone not intending to be hurtful. It’s not like you were even in a bad mood. Then BOOM, you’re in a funk and you can’t write, even if you can. By that I mean you could be writing the best lines of your life but they all read like crap to you because your self esteem has fallen out of the bottom.

The worst thing about a funk is you never really know how long it’s going to last. I’ve got some emergency back up plans for funks but none of them is full proof. One of them is to write my way out of the funk, which is what I’m trying to do here. I may or my not publish this post but I probably will. Everybody gets in a funk so I guess it’s nice to share.

I know it will pass. They always do and usually fairly quickly.


Why It’s Good To Suck


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I was having a conversation the other day with a friend and mentioned how thinking you’re a bad writer, IMHO, is a good thing. She laughed. This particular friend laughs very easily. It’s one of her best traits. She didn’t seem aware of the benefits of ranking so low on the totem pole of life. Of course, with very little encouragement, I continued on and explained my point of view on the subject. I could also write a blog post on why you shouldn’t invite opinions from opinionated people, but there’s only so many hours in the day.

To give a very clear picture, I’d like to use the analogy of a horse race. When you’re taking down the win, you think you’re awesome. Everyone else thinks you’re awesome, too. You’re top of the hay heap and life’s good. But maybe, just maybe, if you’re a lap or so ahead of the crowd and rounding in for your tenth win, you don’t run you’re fastest anymore. Maybe you hang out grazing a little longer, while everyone else is exercising on your off days.

Now let’s imagine you’re in the middle of the herd. You aren’t the best but there’s some loser lagging behind you so you don’t feel so bad about yourself. Plus, you’ve got all this company. Tons of horses are hanging out in the middle. You’ve got your buds, some pretty mares are checking you out. Not a bad place to coast for a while.

Then, the dreaded last place. All you see are tail ends and your eye is twitching because you’re getting dirt kicked into your face. You work harder than anyone and you feel like the loser last place proclaims you to be. The only horses bothering you are pity sniffs or a couple trying to lose some flies, because flies are always attracted to the biggest piles of poop.

So why in the world would I say that it’s good? Because being that loser gives you a drive the others never get to experience. You tasted the bitter pill of not being good enough, not being even mediocre, and because of that, if you can get past the overwhelming urge to pack it in, if you can find the strength to keep going and not be a quitter, you’ll work harder and longer than anyone else and you will succeed because you’ve gained an edge. Life isn’t always about who’s got the most talent, money or intelligence; It’s also about who has the most heart. Just remember once you get your win, don’t lose your edge and start hanging out in the pasture too long.

“Victory is never as sweet as when you’re coming from behind.”— Donna Augustine, Jinxed

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