Free For The Weekend

If you haven't gotten your hands on these two stories grab them here:

The Monster Mash: Pixie's Trick and Treat

The Monster Mash: The Werewolf Bus Boy
If these links do not work for you copy and paste the titles in your amazon/kindle sesrch box

Both these books are meant to be fun quick and easy to read. These books are meant to be simple and humorous. There is some sexual context and violence but not to be taken too seriously. I had fun putting these short stories together...hoping you guys enjoy them.
Stay tuned.

Update: In the Works

Last night I finally typed the words THE END. My soul smiled as I finally finished my first non-paranormal novellette. Dungeons and Keepers: Claudia and Demetrius is currently available on Wattpad. I will be completing my editing and formatting this weekend in order to upload to the kindle platform. I will be making this novellette available for free. I did have alot of fun writing this one and I hope you guys can enjoy it as well.
Besides the great pride that comes with completing anything you've put work into I am happy that now I am able to put all of my focus back to In Death and Purgatory, which I am hoping to be finished and ready for publishing by October this year.
I have ideas for a new book brewing so currently I am working on an outline for another paranormal thriller. This one I am super excited about. Stay tuned!

If you haven't been able to yet visit my Wattpad page to read the sex slave novelette click here.

Rise from Ruble - freewriting

This morning i crumbled but i got back up
It was not easy to be still
amongst the ruble and dust
But in knowing from the latter
It was just what i needed to do
In order to pray and send the dust
Back where it was due
And in counting my blessing and releasing my gratitude
I found comforts in the scrapes and scratches that covered me
Without them how would i be reminded that i am human?
That i still may bleed.
In sending up my cries
The skies rained onto me pride
For i am standing tall
Tears on my face and all
I stand by his power
No longer am i weakened to crawl
In letting go to all manic ideas
And instead I'm humbled by his one
In exchange for my vulnerabilities
I was sent a weapon with far more abilities
His gift to me
To strike down all things that may again try and crumble me

What is love? Freewriting.

What is love?
Is it real?
There's no validation for the way I feel.
What is this feeling?
A selfish ploy?
Perhaps to fill my insecure void.
If I was truly confident
Would I need you here?
Would I still appreciate those words I need to hear?
Is love an object?
One that cannot not be held...
But truly felt.
Holding us close together as would a strong buckled belt.
Whatever it is...
It seems I have no choice in this matter.
Because its become a part of me that does not tatter.
It wraps around me in my time of need, although to you it lays unseen.
What is love?
Is it real?
How could something so beautiful,
Keep itself concealed,
While warming me and swarming me,
With feelings so surreal.