Cogling by Jordan Elizabeth is a steampunk-driven story featuring young servant Edith and street urchin Ike. When Edith’s brother is kidnapped and replaced by a mechanical cogling created by the magical hags, Edith goes on a quest to save him. Ike is her willing companion as they fight to stay alive and end a hag … Continue reading Cogling by Jordan Elizabeth
As poor, sweet Francine Zane is temporarily—I hope—recovering from holiday induced PTSD, I have been tasked with writing an interim post on my life as a gargoyle. Why the woman thinks anyone would want to know about my life is beyond me, but she assures me I have a devout following. So, here is my … Continue reading Holiday Induced PTSD
In The Last Four Digits by Julie Leo, private eye Lola Vega is hired to solve the murder of movie star Jack Stone. As a bonus, her employer would like her to find Stone’s missing will. Lola hardly starts her investigation until her employer also turns up dead. With the help of Stone’s psychic guide … Continue reading The Last Four Digits by Julie Leo
It’s my fault, really. I was researching weaponry for wannabe killer Sherry Merlot, one of the main characters in the sequel to Shyster & Shyster. Rassmussen caught me. His eyes lit up like some toddler demon when he saw all those semi-automatic handguns. I could have sworn he mumbled “oh, pretty” at one point, but … Continue reading Gargoyle’s Got a Gun
I'm kind of proud of Fried Calamari. After all this time, it is still doing well as a short fantasy story. Check out the recent Amazon rankings. I can't wait for Shyster & Shyster to come out, then Calamari reappears in Lesbian Cure, book two of the Misappearance Series.
It’s happened. Rassmussen gone a matter of weeks, and I have become an official cat lady. I didn’t mean to become a cat lady. Mrs. Meadows fell and broke her hip. What could I do? The ice storms have made it nearly impossible to trek back and forth from her house to mine, caring for … Continue reading Here Kitty, Kitty!
After my defunct sleuthing attempt, I felt I needed some me time, so I left Rassmussen a note and went away for a few days. I would have been better off never coming back. Apparently my abrupt departure coincided with a spat between Rassmussen and his new lady friend. Since I wasn’t there to console … Continue reading Chicken with Chickens