When the order to stay home came about in Virginia, I thought, “I’m gonna stay home and write all the things!” Then my job informed me, even though we would be closed to the public (I work in a library, btw) we would still come in to work. But, it’s only twenty hours a week, or three days, so that frees me up for the remaining four days of the week. I still expected to get a ton of writing done.

I feel like the bank clerk in that Twilight Zone episode, “Time Enough At Last”.

But I, along with many of the writers I chat with online, haven’t felt like writing lately. It’s a bummer. I feel like the bank clerk in that Twilight Zone episode, “Time Enough At Last”. All those books and plenty of time…and he can’t read them (I won’t spoil it too much in case you’ve never seen it. If you have Netflix, please check it out). I finally managed to get out of my own way, and start writing again. I have three new books on the way, so here we go:

Barrin Heights

Fourth grade teacher Lena Scott and nephew James receive the opportunity of a lifetime. They purchase a new house in a new subdivision in a new town: Barrin, Georgia. However, this new neighborhood has the strictest Home Owners Association ever invented. There are rules that must be followed to the letter. Over time, Lena and James begin to learn the dire consequences of breaking the rules…

I Probably Should Have Kept That To Myself

I’m killing two birds with one stone here. One, Aidan is a fan favorite from the Our Lady of Righteous Rage series and I should have given him his own book a long time ago. Two, I wanted to write a book that was dedicated to my male readers (I tend to be very female-centric). In this Our Lady companion book, Aidan gets invited to spend a weekend in Vegas with his brothers. But, a tight space, plenty of alcohol, and a long weekend bring out some truths none of them are really prepared to deal with. Testosterone and pinned up hostility are a bad combination in this story, as Aidan leads readers through the present, back through his childhood traumas and to the present yet again, in his own honest, extremely sarcastic, unfiltered way. 

And finally:

The Age of the Daughter: The Sequel to The Witch of Fulton Lane

I’ve been taking my time with this one, because I kept stumbling across little tidbits of information that I wanted to weave into the story. In this sequel, Fulton Lane’s resident witch Dylan Maycriss finds herself caught up in a prophecy believed by a peculiar coven of Dianic Wiccans. Even worse, is the adversary Dylan must face, who seems to have abilities which mirror her own. 

I’m planning to have this one ready within the next few weeks, pandemic or not. 

Keep reading and writing, folks. And stay home!

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