It was another day of filler passing for news in the Wall Street Journal.  How sad that nothing of note was going on in the financial world except for the government buying back junk cars from people.  Apparently, the economic world was a small one these days.

Then again, the world was a smaller place than it used to be, Nick Erickson mused while taking a sip of his iced tea.  Even still, it was really saying something when his school paper had more substance than the rags so many relied on for their news.  Maybe he should…

“Omigosh!  Nick!  I am so glad I found you because I’m going to die!” Read more »

Trace Braedon continued to stare at the spot on his wall while dialing.  Jake had better have one hell of an explanation for this.  It was one thing to use his place to bang random chicks, that was just good sense, but… Read more »

Trinity Erickson felt her way through the darkened corridors of the abandoned building, apprehensive.  It was many years since she was last summoned by the most exalted member of the Daughters of Isis.  Things hadn’t gone well then; probably wouldn’t go well now.

Beside her, Aaron squeezed her hand and she could hear his voice inside her head.  It’s okay, sweetheart.  She only has power over you if you let her. Read more »

Present Day

His eyes were on her as she let the dress of crimson silk slide Read more »

Hey y’all.  Just wanted to interrupt the flow of chapters to thank everyone for reading.  (Yep, I know you’re here even if you aren’t saying anything…well, not “you” specifically, but someone.)  Anyway.  Your continued support of my writing endeavor is very much appreciated!

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Ritual Awakening (Part 1 of the Denying Destiny Trilogy)

Well, the full moon is finally here so that means it’s time for the Ritual Awakening to begin!  If you didn’t catch the prologue then be sure to check it out before reading the first chapter when it becomes available.  For anyone who’s been reading The Freelancer or any of my fan fiction, this one is going to have a VERY different tone than the other…yet be somehow familiar.  

The Freelancer (Book 1 in the Undercover Series)

The Freelancer will be going on hiatus during the month of July to make way for a proper launch of Ritual Awakening.  If you’ve fallen behind – or haven’t started it yet – then now is your chance to catch up on the suspense and the romance.  Enjoy the breather until it returns in August because once it returns, expect things to take a dramatic turn.  You won’t want to miss it!

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Years Before…

Fervent chanting wafted up from the earthen temple in offering to the moonless night sky, floating higher and faster than the sage smoke burning all around.  Months of ritual and careful preparation were about to pay off.  In this one perfect night, new moon and winter solstice became one.  The power of their union cascaded from the depths of creation, bathing the hooded figures in the very same energy present at the moment the universe came into being.

Tonight, against all the odds, his child would come into the world, soaking it all in at birth.  In that single instant, his status would skyrocket from that of the general membership to that of the leaders.  Most spent the whole of their lives attempting to reach the coveted respect of Elder.  Yet, after only being granted full membership a few years before, he would soar to that rank with a single breath of the child.

Unless the damned Doula continued taking her time with the delivery, that is.  Precious little time remained until the window would again close.  There was no time to fear for the health of the mother.

She was doomed to die from the moment of conception… Read more »