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Sunday, July 31, 2016

Book Review: The Curse of Tenth Grave (Charley Davidson Book 10) by Darynda Jones

The Curse of Tenth Grave (Charley Davidson Book 10)
by Darynda Jones
352 pages
June 28th 2016 by St. Martin's Griffin
If one door closes and another one opens,
your house is probably haunted.
—Bumper Sticker

As a Part-time PI and fulltime grim reaper, Charley Davidson has asked a lot of questions throughout her life: Why can I see dead people? Who is the hot supernatural entity following me? How do I get gum out of my sister’s hair before she wakes up? But, “How do I trap not one malevolent god, but three?” was never among them. Until now. And since those gods are on earth to kill her daughter, she has little choice but to track them down, trap them, and cast them from this dimension.

There’s just one problem. One of the three stole her heart a very long time ago. Can the Razer, a god of absolute death and destruction, change his omniscient spots, or will his allegiances lie with his brothers?

Those are just a few of the questions Charley must answer, and quick. Add to that a homeless girl running for her life, an innocent man who’s been charged with murdering the daughter of a degenerate gambler, and a pendant made from god glass that has the entire supernatural world in an uproar, and Charley has her hands full. If she can manage to take care of the whole world-destroying-gods thing, we’re saved. If not, well…

In this continuation of The Charley Davidson series Charley is keeping a few big secrets from Mr. Big and Sexy aka Reyes. She has a pendant made from god glass that can trap a god inside of it and only the god that trapped them can release them. She has to decide whether or not she will need to use it to save Beep.

The Charley Davidson series is one of my absolute favorites and I was not disappointed! If I had to pick one thing that wasn’t quite as great as usual it would be the slogans, bumper stickers, t-shirt headings at the beginning of each chapter, other than that the story stayed strong with new elements and of course, trouble. Charley’s god name really should have been Trouble because she can find it without even looking, which keeps you laughing from start to finish.

Getting 5 sheep


About the Author:

NYTimes and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has won numerous awards for her work, including a prestigious Golden Heart®, a Rebecca, two Hold Medallions, a RITA ®, and a Daphne du Maurier, and she has received stellar reviews from dozens of publications including starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist, and the Library Journal. As a born storyteller, Darynda grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike, and she is ever so grateful for the opportunity to carry on that tradition. She currently has two series with St. Martin’s Press: The Charley Davidson Series and the Darklight Trilogy. She lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of almost 30 years and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.

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We haven't done a giveaway in a while so...thanks to Penguin Random House for providing these books!

One winner will get all three books plus some funny sheep sh** and swag and of course a moon pie and some Kool-Aid.
This has to be US only because of shipping costs.
I will have something everyone can enter next week!

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Saturday, July 30, 2016

Interview: Rhenna Morgan (Waking Eden: Eden Series Book 3 book tour)

Today we talk with Rhenna Morgan about her paranormal romance The Eden Series, Aquaman and what mammal Rhenna would like too be for 24 hours...oh, and cowboys!

Sharon: Hello Rhenna! Welcome to the flock…by the looks of your covers, we’re gonna get along just fine…
Rhenna: Oh, girl! I LOVE my yummy covers and will happily browse other man candy covers right beside you.

Sharon: For those who aren’t familiar with your Eden series, tells us a little about it?
Rhenna: Sure! The Eden Series is contemporary fantasy romance, which is a fancy way of saying it’s got Lord of the Rings-style world building but based in a contemporary setting. Eden still exists and is inhabited by a sister race to our own called Myrens. Think of humans 2.0 with lots of extra bells and whistles where powers are concerned. And yes, the heroes are even yummier than the covers.

Katie: So…the men in Eden get any particular type of “extra” bells and whistles did they get?
Rhenna: It’s funny you ask that. All Myrens wield the elements to some degree. (Earth, Fire, Water, Air, & Electricity) They also have the ability to speak telepathically with certain people (family & mates) and can employee telekinesis, which allows them to fly. However, there is a distinction between men and women in the way powers are wielded. Men have more aggressive/defensive skills where women are more centered on nurturing. For instance, a warrior would be able to battle with this electrical and fire skills where a woman might have more affinity for the earth and healing.

Sharon: Book three just released, Waking Eden. Can the books be read in any order?
Rhenna: This is always a tricky one for me to answer. Yes, you can read them each on their own as each story spotlights a different couple. I always have at least one beta reader who hasn’t read previous stories give the manuscript a spin just to be sure. That said, there is an overarching plot that spans all four books, so most people agree that they’re best enjoyed in order. Especially, with the characters intertwined through each one.

Sharon: So this will be a four book series?
Rhenna: Yes! Book four, Eden’s Deliverance, is due out October 11th!

Sharon: Let’s say a certain sheep *shifts nervously* wants to meet an Eden warrior…how would she go about it?
Rhenna: That’s a tough coup to pull off, at least with the way things stand between the two realms today. You see, when the Great One created the Myren race, they gave them two tenets; No interfering in human destiny, and no exposing their race to humans. You’ll find out why these tenets came to be before the series is over…as well as if they’ll still be around in the future.

Now, all that said...Eryx, Reese, and Ramsay have a way of making a strong enough impression on a gal, they tend to show up in dreams quite easily.

Sharon: What kind of Valentine’s gift would Ramsay Shantos (hero of Waking Eden #3) give to his beloved?
Rhenna: OMG…I’m so tempted to share a spoiler here, but I won’t because that would totally ruin a very special part of the book. You’ll learn though, that Ramsay is quite the sentimental type when he wants to be. He’s got no problem spoiling Trinity with his vast material wealth, but he’s far more aware of the impact of intangibles. So, if Valentine’s Day were around the corner, you can bet whatever he gave her would NOT be wrapped in a package, but would be something she’d carry in her memory forever.
Sharon: le sigh….
Rhenna: I know, right? Hot AND thoughtful. Hard to beat that combination.

Sharon: If you could spend 24 hours as any mammal, what would it be?
Rhenna: A black panther. They’re just so pretty and graceful…and yet still deadly.

Sharon: Play: marry, kiss, avoid with comic book characters.
Rhenna: Marry – Wolverine, because, um…hello?
Kiss – Aquaman – I haven’t seen it yet, but I don’t care. If Jason Momoa is playing him I’m sold.
Avoid – Deadpool – He freaking cracks me up, but I can’t keep up with him.
Sharon: ERMERGERD…I can’t wait for Aquaman…I heard it is going to have a lot of humor in the movie.
Rhenna: I’m right there with you!

Sharon: Smell the air…what do you smell right now?
Rhenna: The water off the San Diego Bay. I’m just wrapping up #RWA16 (Romance Writers of America Convention) and am catching a quick break to answer questions!
Sharon: ERMERGERD (yeah, I need to find a new expression of awe) I’ve never been to RWA yet! I will one day. Did you meet any of your author rock stars?
Rhenna: I did! Julie Kenner (J. Kenner) is one of my favorites and I always make time to swing by and catch any of her panels. I also got to see Sylvia Day and Nalini Singh with is always a thrill.

Sharon: What book would you like to experience for the first time again?
Rhenna: Kristen Ashley’s Motorcycle Man.

Rapid Fire:
Sharon: Coke or Pepsi?
Rhenna: Coke
Katie: Booyah! Another for Team Coke.
Sharon: *mumble,mumble* stupid Coke *mumble*
Rhenna: Ha! Sorry, Sharon.

Sharon: mani or pedi?

Sharon: kisses on the neck or kisses on the stomach?
Rhenna: Both isn’t an option? Damn. Okay, neck.

Sharon: cowboy or CEO?
Rhenna: Again, I’m a Libra. I’d prefer both because I hate deciding, but I’ll go with cowboy since that’s the hero I’m writing right now.
Sharon: Oh! Do tell…or is it a secret?
Rhenna: Not a secret at all! I just signed a new six-book deal with Harlequin’s Carina Press for a super sexy, gritty contemporary romance series! It’s called the Haven Brotherhood and features all kind of different heroes from biker types to kinky Scots. Trevor (the cowboy) is featured in book three, Roped & Tied. Here’s a little series overview:

Haven Brotherhood
A brotherhood born from poverty and dangerous beginnings. Six men who’ve not only dragged themselves out of the gutter, but leveraged their street smarts and individual skills to make sure no person or socio-economic class ever holds them down again. Between them, they share two vows. To protect family at all cost, and to pay their good fortune and family ties forward by finding other men like them and building their unique skills. The only rules the brotherhood cares about are those driven by their moral code. And heaven help the poor bastards who get between them and the women they’ve claimed as their own.
Book one, Rough & Tumble, will be out in February!

Sharon: dessert buffet or fruit buffet?
Rhenna: DESSERT!!!
Sharon: *high fives Morgan*
Rhenna: Amen, sister!

Sharon: blond or brunette?
Rhenna: Brunette

Sharon: show tunes or Disney songs?
Rhenna: Disney songs. (Hey, don’t judge. I’ve got kids.)
Sharon: No judging here! My kids are grown, but we owned all the best of Disney
Rhenna: Just promise you won’t turn on Frozen. Geez…you can only hear those songs so often.

Sharon: Is your bed made or unmade right now?
Rhenna: Made, but I’m in a hotel this week, so I kind of cheated.

Sharon: Thank you again for taking the time to talk with us! If you want, some of our little lambs can give you a tour of the dungeon…just bring the flame retardant shield…we got a dragon.
Rhenna: Love to! (And mmmmm…..dragons.)

Waking Eden, Eden #3
by Rhenna Morgan
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance
July 26, 2016
The only hope for saving their race is to surrender their hearts.

With a long foretold and annoyingly vague prophecy warning of immense change for Eden, Ramsay Shantos is forced to hunt words and legends instead of rebels. For a man of action, it’s the worst kind of agony. Until he encounters a sexy librarian who bears the fated prophecy’s mark. A mark no human should possess.

Tortured by her mixed heritage, Trinity Blair has enjoyed little human touch in her life, let alone intimacy. Even the most innocent contact fills her mind with a person’s deepest, darkest secrets—except for Ramsay. Her immunity to his thoughts sparks a fragile hope that she might finally experience the passion of her Dark Spiritu brethren…unless he’s the dangerous crossroads her father predicted.

When knowledge of Eden goes viral in the human realm, Trinity is Ramsay’s only hope for quelling mass panic. Can he risk revealing the secrets of his race to the guileless ray of sunshine? Or is she the unknown source of Eden’s destruction?

Warning: Contains one playboy warrior well-equipped with wicked words, a panty-melting grin, and well-honed moves in and out of the bedroom.

About the Author: 

Rhenna Morgan writes for the same reason she reads—to escape reality.

A native Oklahoman with two beautiful girls and a fantastic husband, her resume reflects her passion for new experiences. Since graduating with a Bachelors in Radio, Television, and Film at Oklahoma State, she’s racked up positions ranging from on-air radio talent, skip tracer, and promotions director, to real estate agent, project manager, and business analyst.

Like most women, she’s got obligations stacked tight from dusk to dawn. That’s where the romance comes in. Reading, or writing, romance has been her happy place since she cracked the spine on her first Christine Feehan book years ago. Nothing thrills her more than the fantasy of new, exciting worlds, and strong, intuitive men who’ll fight to keep the women they want.

Whether it’s contemporary, paranormal, or fantasy you’re after, Rhenna’s stories pack romantic escape for the women who need it.

Friday, July 29, 2016

Comic Reviews: Neil Gaiman's How to Talk to Girls at Parties from Dark Horse Comics

Neil Gaiman's How to Talk to Girls at Parties
Writer: Neil Gaiman
Artist: Gabriel Ba, Fabio Moon
Cover Artist: Gabriel Ba, Fabio Moon
Genre: Graphic Literature, Fantasy
June 22, 2016
Dark Horse Comics
Format: FC, 64 pages; HC, 7'' x 10''
Price: $17.99
Age range: 16
Neil Gaiman! Fábio Moon! Gabriel Bá!
Two teenage boys are in for a tremendous shock when they crash a party where the girls are far more than they appear!

From Neil Gaiman—one of the most celebrated authors of our time—and award-winning artists Fábio Moon and Gabriel Bá, this sumptuous graphic novel is not to be missed!
* Moon and Bá adapt the Gaiman story they were born to draw!

I freely admit I am a fan of Neil Gaiman's writing. When I saw there was a comic coming based on one of his short stories, I knew I had to read it. This adaptation does not disappoint.
It's a tale of two young gentlemen getting lost looking for a party. Vic is a confident jock trying to give advice to his less-confident friend, and our narrator, Enn. During the tale, Enn is convinced to engage with several of the young women at the party. Without spoiling it, the story gets interesting in a very Gaiman way from there.
The art from Moon and Ba is beautiful with a flowing almost watercolor aesthetic throughout. The expressions they draw on the faces conveys all of the complex emotions going on throughout the comic. Whether it's the joy of a girl dancing, sadness of loss, or just annoyance at being interrupted, it draws you in and could almost tell a story on its own.

This book is well worth tracking down. I highly recommend it.

4.5 Sheep

Guest Reviewer: Wes Smith

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Sheep Book Review: Dragon in the Blood (Vale of Stars Book Two) by Juliette Cross + giveaway

by Juliette Cross
Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
July 26, 2016
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
When desire bites, there’s no patience for a slow burn.

While all seems quiet in Gladium Province, the Morgon Guard—the global justice force for the dragon hybrid race—knows their enemy is rebuilding its forces in the underground.

Valla Moonring, an assassin for the Order of the Morgon Guard, is ordered on a mission into the Wastelands of Aria—a formidable, icy wilderness fraught with all manner of dangers, including outlaws, deadly weather, and big-game predators.

To her great distaste, she’s partnered with a Nightwing Security operative, Conn Rowanflame, a Morgon with the aggravating ability to get under her skin. While she takes her mission seriously, Conn’s confident charm throws her off balance, a dangerous place to be in conditions like these. Especially when cold nights require close contact.

Sensual attraction binds them ever closer, igniting a passion of unexpected force—the soulfire. But when the hunters become the hunted, their bond could prove perilous. Even fatal… 

246 pages was just not enough, this sizzling dragon romance was so tasty and delicious! I honestly did not want this one to end. Sometimes you just luck the hell out and get a story that touches on all the things you love about PNR. Dragon in the Blood did that for me!

While I didn't read the first book in this saga, it didn't matter one bit. Book 2 was very easy to pick up and get going without losing a beat. A totally realistic feeling tale of badass females, action and the alpha men who make me shiver. I loved the chemistry between these two, the back and forth playful dialog was just enough without being over the top exaggerated. While the romance left me hot and looking for my own dragon!

I was absolutely sucked into this multi-layered story and had a hard time letting those last pages go. PNR is done right with this saga and I sure can't wait to read more from this talented author!

Getting 4 and 1/2 Sheep 

Conn slowed his descent as treetops came into view beyond the fading mist, which had thinned to nearly nothing in the past hour. Whipping open my wings, I landed softly on the hard ground among a grove of evergolds. Even in this frozen tundra, the giants famous for their flora of fire-gold leaves grew tall and thick-branched in abundance. I lifted my visor to a brilliant burst of color that contrasted against the brown earth and snow-swept embankments. 

Bowen landed quietly behind me. “How about some lunch before we set out on foot?” He removed and tucked away his visor and unpacked his crossbow from its sheath on his back for the first time on this journey. 

“Let’s get into the cover of trees,” said Conn, moving along the natural path. “And lunch sounds perfect.” 

“Benta’s breakfast wasn’t enough for you?” I asked, meeting his long stride. 

“I always have an appetite, sweetheart.” 

“While you two continue flirting, I’ll find some small game nearby. Set up the hotpad over near that big evergold.” 

Without a sound, Bowen disappeared into the trees. 

“Flirting?” I scoffed. “I wasn’t flirting.” 

“I was.” Conn grinned. 

“Stop it.” 

“I haven’t even gotten started yet.” 

“You’re infuriating.” 

“So you’ve said before.” 

“Listen—” I put up both gloved hands to stop his snarky banter for just one second. “I’m glad we’re finally alone.” 

“Me, too.” His lopsided grin made my heart flutter. 

Exhaling a frustrated sigh, I stopped under a thick oak with ample coverage from above and unhooked my chest pack before dropping it to the ground. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about…about last night.” 

“Mmm. Last night.” 

He removed his own pack and gloves, then pulled out the small, electronic hotpad. After opening the tripod that kept it off the ground, he turned it on. Gisa ordered us to use the hotpad instead of fire when we were in the open to avoid alerting predators or criminals to our presence. 

Conn stood and propped his hands low on his hips. “Would you like a second round?” 

“No…no.” I cleared my throat and shook my head, my ponytail sliding on the smooth leather of my jacket. “Actually, that should never have happened. I shouldn’t have let that happen. But I—” 

“Couldn’t resist,” he finished, a devilish smile brimming his beautiful face. “It’s okay. It happens a lot.” 

“You’re such an ass.” I rolled my eyes. “I could’ve resisted.” 

“Could you?” 

He broke his rigid stance and sauntered closer, a feral glimmer in his gaze. By instinct, I backed up a step, my wings scraping the rough bark of the evergold behind me. He moved into my personal space. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, heart hammering. 

He flattened one hand against the tree above my head, his finger grazing the arch of my wing. I shivered. 

“Are you sure you could resist?” 

I cleared my throat. “Of course,” I said, trying to sound confident, but my voice betrayed me and broke. 

“Well…I couldn’t.” He brushed the back of his knuckles along my jaw. I held still, caught. 

“Actually, I want to taste you again. Right now.” 

Even stone-cold sober, I felt drunk from a single touch, longing to fall back into his arms and let him show me what his hazel-gold eyes promised without a word. 

He leaned close, his warm breath grazing my ear. “Let me taste you again, Valla.” 

I planted my hands on his chest, wishing there weren’t the layers of thermal suit and leather between my palms and his rock-hard chest. 

He nuzzled the shell of my ear with his nose, then his lips. “Let me.” 

His darkened voice pleaded and demanded at the same time, spreading warmth between my legs. What had gotten into me? I pushed him out of my way and stormed toward a densely wooded area. 

“Where are you going?” he laughed. “Running away?” 

“I’ve gotta go to the bathroom,” I yelled over my shoulder. 

“Not by yourself, you’re not.” His footsteps crunched across the thin blanket of snow and leaves behind me. 

I whirled, heat burning up my neck, now from anger not lust. “Whoa, there, big boy.” I threw up a hand, halting him several feet away. “Look. You’re not my keeper. And just because we shared one kiss doesn’t mean anything. I’m going to relieve myself by myself. Do you understand?” 

His wings twitched at his back. Agitated. Whatever.

“And stop scowling at me,” I called back as I spun and trekked off the path into the brush. 

About the Author:
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Juliette lives in lush, moss-laden Louisiana where she lives with her husband, four kids, and black lab, Kona. Multi-published author of paranormal and urban fantasy romance, she loves reading and writing brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.

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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Book Review and excerpt: Damned if He Does by Marcella Burnard

Damned if He Does
by Marcella Burnard
333 pages
July 19, 2016
Light Paranormal Romance
Rejected by heaven, twisted by hell, what’s a damned dead man to do when he stumbles upon a life and love worth fighting for?

Though damned for his earthly sins, Darsorin Incarri likes being an incubus. Prowling women’s dreams to siphon off their sexual energy for Satan's consumption has its perks: an array of infernal power and a modicum of freedom. Sure, Ole Scratch holds Dar’s soul in thrall, and Dar has to spend a few hours recharging in Hell every day, but it could be much worse. All he has to do is hold up his end of his damnation contract – five women seduced, satisfied and siphoned per night for eternity. So when he encounters gorgeous, bright, and funny Fiona Renee, it’s business as usual. Deploy the infernal charm and rack up another score. Except it doesn’t work. She’s immune. He has to find out what’s gone wrong or face Lucifer's wrath.

Fiona Renee has the life she’d always wanted: a career, a home, a cat with a bad attitude, and peace. Fiona’s dated. Had boyfriends. And hated every minute of it. She’s reconciled to being lonely. So when a man shows up in her bedroom in the middle of the night demanding to know why her dreams turn to nightmares every time he tries to seduce her from within them, Fiona winds up negotiating a contract with a demon that allows him access to her life. She never anticipated that it would also give him access to her heart. If she's going to fall in love at all, something she never thought would happen, shouldn’t it be with someone who’s alive? If Fiona wants to hang on to Darsorin, she has to find his true name—the one he’d been given at his birth over a thousand years ago. But Satan, himself, stands in her way. Even if Fiona can dodge Lucifer, she and Darsorin have to face the question neither of them can answer: What happens to a dead man if you manage to wrest his soul from the Devil?

Damned for his philandering ways while alive, Darsorin Incari is slated to live out his afterlife collecting sexual energy from human women as the devil’s favoured incubus. Darsorin is an exceptional satanic employee and has always reliably delivered his quote of vialed sex mojo to the devil. But when Dar falls for asexual pharmacist Fiona Renee, his job and his very livelihood are in jeopardy. 

The concept for this book was a little curious for a paranormal romance. But, I commend Burnard for trying something new and instead of generating interest with steamy sex scenes, she goes for the unconventional. I applaud the voice she’s given to asexual readers and appreciate this element of risk.

As a paranormal romance, Damned if He Does wasn’t for me. I failed to identify with Fiona. While she’s strong and smart and resourceful, she’s not a female character who resonates with me personally. The book is fairly imaginative and creatively descriptive. I particularly enjoyed the character of Louis Sieffer (Lucifer) as an STD-ridden, slick CEO type. Though, I’m just not sure why the almighty Prince of Darkness isn’t immune to herpes etc. Dar and Fiona’s romance is touching; slow to evolve and sweet. In the end, though, I think I prefer my paranormal romance to take a more traditional (sexy) approach. 

So, recognizing its merits and the effort of the author to diverge from the generic beaten path, Damned if He Does was an average read. If you like a little romance, more on the tender, chaste side, you may appreciate this book more than me.

3 ½ sheep

Bianca Greenwood

Fiona jogged her warm-up distance, then pushed her pace hard, something to work the tension of remembered fear from her muscles. Savoring the song of blood surging with the rhythm of her heartbeat, she settled in, stretching her gait, reaching for the moments between one footfall and another, the moments when she flew, not connected to the ground. Sweat beaded her skin. Trickled down her spine.

She’d made her halfway mark, the end of the Burke-Gilman trail at the Lockspot Café, before she caught sight of the motorcycle and the familiar, dark-haired–even if that hair was now cut short–man lounging in the saddle, arms crossed. Ogling her.

He’d invaded her pharmacy, her dreams, her bedroom, and now her run? After turning her cat into a foul-tempered traitor? She stopped short, squaring off on him over the handle bars of the bike. “What did you do to my cat?”

Darsorin shook his head. “Nothing!”

“Nothing,” she repeated, crossing her arms, her brows low. “That’s why he howled all night? That’s why you have your shoulders hunched up around your ears like you expect me to take a swing at you?”

“Are you going to?”

“Give me reason,” she gritted.

“Nope,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. “Sorry about the cat. I’d been bribing him.”

Alarm jolted her upright.


“Mice?” she sputtered. “You’ve been releasing rodents into my duplex? Are you insane?”

“I asked him not to leave presents on your pillow.”

She uttered a sound that came out half way between a snort and a guffaw. “Do you know how impossible it is to get blood spots out of beige carpet? Not to mention how cruel it is to hand over some poor, innocent . . .”

“They aren’t,” he interrupted.


“The mice. They aren’t innocent.”

She gaped.

“Part of the deal,” he said. “I can’t go into specifics, but we’re not allowed to persecute the innocent. Only the damned.”

Frowning, she backed away a step. “The mice?”

“Damned souls that I turned into mice. They’d been cruel to animals in life.” He shrugged. “Ole Scratch never passes up a punishment opportunity, and I needed a species appropriate way to bring Archimedes around to my way of thinking.”

His use of Archimedes’s name washed some of the tension out of her. She took a deep breath and uncrossed her arms. “That is messed up.”

“I am sorry about the blood stains,” he said. “Give me a chance. I’ll help get them out.”

“No. I don’t even want to know how Hell goes about remedying bloody carpet stains,” she said.

About the Author:
I blame my father for my love of science fiction and fantasy. We watched many a late night science fiction movie together. I was five. By the time I was six, I was having raging nightmares inspired by The Omega Man, The Fly, and The Incredible Shrinking Man. The sum result seems to have been that I wouldn't walk into a dark room until well after I'd turned ten.

Growing up an Air Force brat, I moved often and traveled all over the US. We spent two years in Iceland, watching blue whales migrate, volcanoes erupt and geysers spew steaming, superheated water into the cold air. The whole family did plenty of reading. When the tiny base library ran out of interesting books in the kids' section, and wouldn't allow me in the adult section yet, I began writing my own stories.

My family finally settled in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains in Western Washington. I graduated with a BFA in acting from Cornish College of the Arts in 1990 and promptly went to work for a large software company.

I live with my husband and our cats aboard a sailboat on Puget Sound.