spooky stories

Happy #Halloween—be safe and well!

I’ve posted this tagline teaser in a couple places, but I thought it would also be fun for Halloween.

Thank you for making Glistens one of my most downloaded novellas! I’m working on the second installment. Marian’s next adventure will reveal more about rabbits and why they’re hunting the weakest Glistens. Roles will change when Glistens become the predators and the rabbits become the prey.

For those new to the story, the first Glistens installment is FREE for Kindle, Kobo, iBooks, and Nook. Enjoy!

Beacon wins Gold in the Moonbeam Children’s Book Awards contest!

The results are in and I couldn’t be more excited. My second Lantern novella, Beacon, won Gold in Moonbeam’s YA Fiction Ebook category!

View the full list of 2017 winners here. You have to check out the cover for The Golden Maple Tree (Book 2 of Magora Series), winner of Pre-teen Fiction ebook. It’s one of the most fantastic covers I’ve seen this year.

Beacon is available individually as an ebook and audiobook, and also as part of Lantern: The Complete Collection.

Amazon, Audible, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo

It’s Release Day! What are you reading this Halloween?

The story of every lantern is unique, just like yours and mine.

This collection includes all three ebook novellas, Lantern, Beacon, and Torch.

Tori discovers a lantern that shines for her and nobody else. Is it a ghost or a living being that must be set free?

Serah unseals a globe made of Celestial Glass. Does success bring her happiness or create more trouble than it’s worth?

Evelyn meets Graham after attending a party where a lantern burns out. Who lights the way to pull the other through?

Experience three different stories, all with a connection to a mysterious lamp maker.

Download for Kindle, Kobo, and more!

Lantern: The Complete Collection—available to preorder!

Whew! I wanted to get this out for everyone to enjoy this Halloween. It’s been a scramble, but I’d like to think it’s worth it. For the first time ever, all my Lantern novellas are packaged together in one collection.

Experience three different stories, all with a connection to a certain mysterious lamp maker.

Tori discovers a lantern that shines for her and nobody else. Is it a ghost or a living being that must be set free?

Serah unseals a globe made of Celestial Glass. Does success bring her happiness or create more trouble than it’s worth?

Evelyn meets Graham after attending a party where a lantern burns out. Who lights the way to pull the other through?

Preorder for Kindle, Kobo, and more!


Release Day: Torch (Lantern, #3)

My third Lantern story is now available. The special release day price is only $0.99 and will last for a limited time!

Evelyn moves to Pennsylvania where she attends her first lakeside Halloween party. But she misses her brothers and is disturbed by a lantern on the pier that’s burned out.

Graham’s dreams come true in Havenbrim where he is Machin’s newest apprentice. Until he finds himself repeatedly disappointing his master.

Is the solution to their happiness in her world, or in his? Who will light the way to pull the other through?

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Halloween Story Hop

Halloween Story HopWelcome to my blog! Mine is just one stop along the Halloween Story Hop. What’s this haunt all about, you say?

Well… A group of authors have joined together to post short stories filled with Halloween chills.

My story below won an award from South Bay Writers, a branch of the California Writers Club, for best short fiction. Enjoy. And be careful who you trust this season. Muhahaha!


“What a Clown Reads”

I settled into evening with a perfectly ordinary-looking book that I’d purchased at Trixie’s Gags and Gains, a magic shop filled with card tricks, disappearing ink, wax moustaches and soap-flavored candies. The cashier, Trixie herself, had pointed her chin at me and smiled, confirming that my selection had been a good one. It was the shop’s last copy to boot, she’d told me. She wouldn’t be ordering any more. What fortune! I could hardly wait to read it.

The clown that graced the book’s cover had a tiny pink nose and a garish smile. In his gloved hand he held a book that matched, in every way, the book I’d bought from Trixie. Across his shiny gray shirt that just barely stretched across his belly, it read “What a Clown Reads” in bright red scrawl. What a clever little clown, I thought. What a clever little title.

I opened the clever little book and read.

The silver-clad clown wore a silver-clad frown as he took up the Sunday paper. “Good news, bad news, old news, new news” the clown muttered. He feverishly turned pages, looking for the funnies, something to cheer him up. When he reached the last page, however, he began to shake. And then tremble. And quake.

“This isn’t the Sunday paper,” he said. “It’s that fake newspaper I bought from that tricky damsel by the lake.” He flipped over the last page and sighed. Then his nose twitched. He lifted a hand to scratch an itch. While scratching, his eyes bugged out and his frown stretched into a scowl. He tapped his nose with both hands. “Why, this isn’t my nose!”

He ran to a mirror and looked inside. His round pink nose had beaked to twice its size, and was as pale and ghastly as the rest of his face. Sharp fangs poked out between blood-red lips. His breath quickened. His heart pounded—

“The joke’s on him!” I cried, laughing at the clown’s folly. He’d been tricked! And what a clever little trick it was!

I sipped from my teacup, shook my head and read on.

A pale white hand turned the page, blotting out the clown’s memory of the matters previously described. There, in the silence of midnight, hours before the sun would rise, the silver-clad vampire sat over his diary to reread his entries by candlelight. Arching a dark eyebrow, he narrowed his eyes. The first page was blank, as was the second…and the third.

“Where are my entries?” he asked of the book, flipping forward through its pages. “My victims, my sanctuaries, my drawings of the sea backlit by the moon… Where have they gone?” He thought for a moment. “Surely yesterday’s freshly penned entry remains.” He bit his lip, taking care not to draw blood, as he slid the ribbon that marked the page where he’d last written.

The vampire drew in a sharp breath. His marked page was unmarred, a fresh blanket of snow.     

I slapped my knee with my hand and guffawed. “Disappearing ink! What a fool the vampire was to not see that coming!”

The vampire continued turning pages until he reached the end of the diary. After turning the last page, he howled. And then growled. Furious with himself for having lost his words and his voice, he stalked off to his washroom to gargle. Nearing the sink, he shuddered. Someone else was there—inside the mirror above the sink. But I am a vampire, he thought. I do not have a reflection.

With his heart pounding in his eardrums, he moved in for a closer look. The reflection peered at him too, until its wet black nose at the end of its long furry snout bumped the mirror. The vampire and the monster recoiled in surprise. The vampire touched his nose. So did the reflection. Both growled, and wiggled their pointed ears.

I furrowed my brows. An interesting trick, I thought. I lifted my teacup for another sip, but had trouble keeping it steady. Instead of hazarding a shaky slurp, I thought better of it, set the cup back down and continued to read.

A hairy gray paw—thick with claws—turned the page, blotting out the vampire’s memory of the matters previously described. The silver-haired werewolf grunted where it hid in the darkness, using its night vision to decipher—

I stopped reading and rubbed my eyes. I knew where this was going, for I was no fool. Flipping ahead, I mumbled whatever phrases caught my eye as I turned pages. “The silver-clad witch read from her recipe book of potions… The silver-beaked crow…silver-tailed skunk…silver-clad reaper.” Yes, I could see the pattern, and on and on it went. I skipped ahead to the last page and, finding nothing of further interest, I turned it over.

Yawning, I glanced at my watch, then started. I couldn’t make out the time. A reflection in the watch face looked back at me, chilled my blood. It wasn’t me. It couldn’t be! I ran to my bedroom and flicked on the light. “No!” I screamed at the reflection in the mirror. “I’m not supposed to have a little pink nose or silver painted lips that frown!”

A gloved hand, fringed in silver, quietly turned the page.


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