A Q&A with the Artist!!!

Yes! I have been invited to attend a question/answer session on Goodreads, May 18, 2 pm Central.

I was invited!! Let me just gibber over that for a moment., akja;lksjdfdujpweoaijsd;lkhvjalkf;lkhg;ljugaoijrfalkhg;aljudfaj;fldkalg

Okay with that out of the way… Goodreads is probably one of the hottest places right now for authors to use for marketing. Because of my work schedule, though, I had to back off a bit and just let the free copy available on Amazon for Heavenly Bride do its work. And then a couple of months ago I was invited to attend a Q&A session through the Goodreads group Webcomic Wonderland for Heavenly Bride.

Exciting? Yes! Yes it is! Maybe someone will show up and ask me a question that has nothing to do with porn!

I mean, it’s always exciting for a storyteller to be invited to talk about their work. And it’s also a heck of a lot more polite for it to happen that way as opposed to parking yourself in front of your idol’s table at that convention to bore them with details they don’t want to know about.  So I’m looking forward to this.

So for all of you pups out there, the date is May 18. Time is 2 PM central time, 3 PM eastern, and no I still don’t have the hang of time zones enough to be able to tell you beyond that. The link is here:


Leannahn in the Dungeon

Leannahn readjusted her mantle and stepped over the smoking body.  Sounds of the man’s rough laughter still echoed in her ears.  He had thought her just another slave.  Well, he had stopped laughing soon enough.

Here the dungeon was darker than at Cnos Fada.  Thin groans came from almost every cell.  Moans echoed from the pit, placed at the darkest corner.  Stringy, furry arms groped for her between the bars.  Leannahn skirted around, trying to ignore them as she passed.

The farthest cell was silent.

“Eahn?” Leannahn whispered, crouching as once before.  No comforting presence stepped behind her.  Regret, an alien emotion, closed her throat.  The young lord in Cnos Fada had been a kind soul; she could feel it still within her.

The Northern Thorn was chained to the wall with iron chains and manacles of brass.  Lacerations laced his body, white with infection, glaring madly in the dark.  He remained human, although it was more difficult to reassume the form every time he shifted.  One eye was swollen shut, branded.  He might never see with it again.

“I am so sorry,” Leannahn sobbed, burying her face in her hands.  “Had I known they would provoke the changes–  No.  I should have known.  This is where I grew up.” 

The Northern Thorn growled with frustration and hatred.  Even were he free, he could not attack Leannahn.  She still held the sway of command.

Leannahn leaned against the bars and wept.


Excerpt from Black Wolf, Silver Fox.