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Thursday, September 21, 2017

Paperbacks are Here
It's now possible to get the first three Federal Witch as well as the first four Athena Lee books in paperback! All Chaos Press, the publisher that handles my audio production, has made print copies of most of my books available on Amazon and on Barnes and Noble (those will have to be ordered but now they can do it with the ISBN#)  Quite a few of the Anthologies that my work appears in is also available through them.  You can get them HERE using this link. More and more titles will appear as they are loaded. Like everything associated with Amazon it takes a small amount of time.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

How about a Mongo and Chuck story set at Comic Con? Check this one out.

Two shifters walk into a Convention.

Agatha Blackmore and her entire team have been given the weekend off from dealing with the Magical woes that plague our country. While the girls were off doing girl stuff, Chuck picked up former FBI Agent Mongo and went to Serpent Con in Atlanta.

Conventions are fun. Costumes, comics, authors, and aliens? The two Agents find themselves face to face with something of the third kind.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

New Book is out in the Russian side of the Federal Witch Series

Slave or partner? Bond or shackles?

Dascha swore that she would never become a slave to a witch, used for energy and reduced to the role of an animated battery. Zhanna never thought that she would have a familiar, since none of the Russian witches seemed to have them. Now Dascha has found her witch and Zhanna has found her familiar. It would be better if either one of them knew what they were doing, but they trust in each other.

When Dascha has the chance to get some training, something that no familiar that either of them knows has gotten, she reluctantly leaves her beloved witch for a few days. Little does she know that she will come back with a very different view of what being a familiar really is. And a whole lot of ways to make them the baddest partnership around!

The only question is simple. Can Dascha can survive the training?

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Snippet Time! Check out this one from the upcoming Coven Codex


Every time that Zhanna looked at the seer, it was if her breath had caught in her throat. The weirdness of the reaction left the young woman feeling unsure and indecisive. Zhanna could feel the weight of the other woman’s gaze, insubstantial as it was. The witch knew that something was hanging over her head, waiting to crash down without warning.

Feeling like a frightened child, Zhanna was using any excuse to go or do something else. Anything at all, except sit down and have the discussion she knew was an inevitable future event.

<< I guess this means you’re afraid of ghosts! >> her familiar’s snarky voice said in her head.

<< Thanks a lot, Dascha. I’m nervous enough as it is that I would have expected you not to push me.>>

<< Sometimes, my fine witchy friend, you need to not take yourself so seriously. If it’s inevitable, it’s going to happen. If it’s not, it won’t. So, stop fretting yourself into a frazzle and do something useful here. After all, we are only here for a few days. >>

<< All right. I’ll try not to fuss about it. But if when I talk to her, she tells me that I’m doomed for some bizarre reason, I’m blaming you. >>

<< It’s always the familiar's fault. I guess it’s just a cross I will have to bear. >>

Their internal discussion was interrupted when Mikhail walked into the room and glanced around. “Zhanna! Just the person I wanted to see. I think we have a place to explore for other possible weapons. I can’t be sure, but there is a rather peculiar ghost that keeps zipping in front of me and heading toward a building we haven’t looked through yet. It’s wearing all sorts of body weapons, and I can’t conceive of what other reason it would have to try to get me to follow it.”
Zhanna jumped to her feet and started toward Mikhail without hesitation. “Then let’s go see what this ghost wants. If it’s trying to show us a source of additional firepower, then, by all means, we should look into it.”

<< Coward! >>

<< Shut up, Dascha! You are the one who said if it’s inevitable, it will happen no matter what I did. This way I’m not sitting around and fussing or worrying. >>

<< Humph! >>

As fast as Zhanna was heading for the door with Mikhail, she wasn’t any faster than her familiar. The three of them, two humans and a cat, quickly exited the room.

In the quiet of the suddenly empty room, Pavel turned to Oleg and said, << I truly hope that they aren’t going into the Combat Mage building. >>

<< The description of the ghost could not be anyone but Larissa, even if the man did not notice the gender of the specter. If so, they’re going to be in for some rude surprises. >>

<< Do you think we should warn them? >>

<< Not really. They’re never going to learn to grow up if you keep holding their hand. >>

<< I suppose you’re right. However, we do want them to continue to be alive, right? >>

<< It might be a good test of how much the girl has learned. Wouldn’t that make lots of sense? >>

<< Absolutely. >>

In the quiet room, two partially visible specters exchanged wide and gleeful grins, looking like two little boys waiting for a treat.

This was going to be interesting!

We survived the Hurricane giveaway!

We survived the storm just fine with no damage here in Tallahassee. How about another Giveaway for those who like to read?  This time it's Shade of Honor! Ten free books are up for grab. Here's your chance today.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Status Update. What I'm currently working on.

It's been a busy summer so far for me in Florida. My wife was out of town for three weeks leaving me alone with the Merlin the Cat. We survived and didn't burn down the apartment.

On the writing front I been busy. My co-writers and I have a few things in the pipeline as well as solo things from me. Taki Drake has a new Mini-Seris called the Familiar Trials coming out soon as well as Book 2 in the Standard of Honor series, Coven Codex. As we get closer to release we'll show the covers for those. Bradford Bates is ready to start his new collaboration this month. The working title is The Wild Hunt. The cover for that book is awesome! Cover designer Heather Hamilton-Senter has outdone herself this time.

I am in the middle of three works as well as several shorts. Space Cadets is about half done. Darkness revealed is only missing 3-4 chapters and should go up to amazon in a week or so. That leaves Alpha Class 3 as well as the newest Federal Witch book. I've started AC3 that's all I can say about it. The research for Fed Witch 6 is ready to go all I need to do is write the thing.

I have several shorts underway too. The Badger Hole Bar Universe has grown and several books will be explaining a few things. Including that meeting between Zhanna and Agatha. My fault on that one. I jumped the gun a bit and mentioned something in Night of the Unicorn that I wasn't supposed to. Taki had to write another chapter to explain it. Oops! And there will be cookbooks. and Christmas books. The only hint I have for those is this. Reindeer didn't fly until they met the Blackmore family!

Friday, September 1, 2017

Timeline book for The Athena Lee Universe

I get asked a lot by readers for a timeline of the books and stories. There are a lot of stories. It's my own fault for shotgunning them all over the place. The way I write and come up with ideas makes it happen that way. So I fixed it. I created a timeline in book format that explains what came first and where it can be found. Not everything is in book that I have published.

It's published under my real name because of Amazon's rules about book lists and what they call study guides. There is an unpublished short story inside and this book like all my others is in Kindle Unlimited. This should make a great reference source for the super Athena Lee fan in all of us.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Snippet Time! Check out this from Darkness Revealed.


 Almost a thousand years of history was in this room. From humble origins to real power the might of the Strega was untold.

“Dragon kind once ruled this world. There is a reason they persist in our legends. The beings we call the Gods, drove them from Earth banishing them to the voids of space and time. But they have secretly continued to hold influence  here. The Gods as we know them are waning. Belief isn’t there with the masses any longer. The white god holds some sway as the old ones scrabble for the scraps. The Dragons seek allies for their return. There is much power in the hands of men. That must be subdued before they can openly act. Our pact with them will accelerate that timetable. We will get out revenge on those calling themselves Americans and at the same time weaken the barriers allowing our ally access to this world.” Ysabel smiled.

“But that doesn’t explain why they are coming here?”

“Ah, yes. They are delivering something. Our price for the alliance. Nothing is free in this world. Everything has a price. You just have to be willing to pay it. Prepare the men, the Coven will meet in session shortly.” Ysabel watched him leave.

“Did you hear?” Ysabel spoke into the room.

“I did. The Dragons are a wild card in our plan. If the book they hold wasn’t so important I would advise leaving them be.” Set’s voice seemed to come from the very walls. Even Ysabel shivered when the God spoke.

“Are you sure there is no other copy available?” Ysabel backed up to her throne and sat down.

“There is but it is protected by forces far greater than the you can overcome. The Dragon’s copy is easier to obtain.”

Ysabel persisted. “Is it off planet like their copy?”

“It is now. My agents were about to claim it in Haiti when it vanished. Someone has been meddling and breaking the rules along the way.” Set almost growled the last part of his statement.

“Another God?” That worried the Strega Queen. The Gods were fickle and very troublesome.

“Yes. Athena has been collecting knowledge for centuries. What her ultimate plans are is unknown. If you see an owl nearby kill it. She has spies everywhere.”

“Yes, Milord. Can we raid her storehouse? If she has claimed it the knowledge there must be great.” The very idea made Ysabel’s head spin.

“Put it from your mind. The library of Alexandria is protected by space and time. For now it is untouchable. If we can upset the balance here on Earth you may gain access. Time will tell.”

“Milord, Set?” Ysabel called out to the God but he was gone. If the library still existed it could advance the Strega’s cause more than siding with Dragons. She would have to consult the Oracle and her historian.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Yet another Snippet. This time it's from Taki Drake. Here is the first look at Coven Codex, Book two in the Standard of Honor series


The large vehicle was buried under the accumulation of odds and ends from over a half-century. Uncovering it was a tremendous effort. If only Zhanna and Mary had been working on it, unburying it would’ve taken them days. Showing an organizational skill that Zhanna had never suspected, Mary had asked for help from the village in general. Two of the mercenaries that were in town between assignments had volunteered to help. Willie and Mark were middle-aged and serious, veterans of many contracts. They had both worked with Zhanna’s brother and came in to help, silently and without looking her directly in the face. She wasn’t sure if it was guilt or something else but was simply pleased with their assistance.

The two mercs were joined by a young man that was not from the village. In fact, no one in the village had ever seen him before. He had arrived earlier that morning, walking in from the main road. His body showed the gangliness of teenage years. Looking a bit like a mobile scarecrow, he had jerky movements and hunched shoulders. His dark hair and eyes reminded Zhanna of others in the village, and he looked faintly familiar. She just couldn’t remember where she had seen him, but she was positive that she had seen him before.

His mumbled introduction had been simply his name, Ivan. He asked no questions. Instead, he got to work immediately and continued with a focused ferocity that surprised all of them. The two women were glad he was there because his efforts added to that of the mercs made sure that the job was done quickly. Every once in a while, Zhanna would look up to see that he had been watching her. His quickly shuttered expression of desperate hope made her uncomfortable, and she had hoped that he would say something to her about why he had come.

It had been several hours, and he had not said anything to her. However, he certainly knew how to work. With the five of them all doing what they could, it only took a couple of hours to dig out the vehicle so that the tarp could be pulled away. 

Zhanna feared that after all this work that the vehicle was not going to be any good. Mary had insisted that the car was something that her great-grandfather had gotten as a reward for his mercenary work and that it should be in working order. Zhanna hoped Mary was right.
Finally, they were at the point where the vehicle was no longer buried, and the surrounding floor space had been cleared. It was time to see what they had.

<< If I had a horn, I would blow it. But since I don’t, I won’t. >>

<< Dascha! This is serious so stop trying to make me laugh. >>

Willie and Mark each grabbed a corner of the tarp and peeled it away from the car, like a banana skin being pulled off the fruit. In the dim light of the shed, they could all see the vehicle. 

At first, Zhanna did not know what she was looking at. The car was massive, with dusty dark blue paint and chrome trim. The Russian-made Buick looked more like a tank than it did a modern car. But the glass windows were without defect, and even the paint seemed to be in good condition. Considering its age, it was better than she had any right to expect. Breathing a sigh of relief, Zhanna looked over at the other woman happily. Smiling tiredly, the young witch said, “It looks amazing! Thank you so much, Mary.”

Mary just nodded, offering up her own exhausted smile. The two women watched quietly as the three men dusted off the vehicle, closed opened valves, checked a variety of fluids, and added gasoline to the empty tank.

Dascha was watching these preparations with an unblinking stare and motionless pose. Turning her eyes to follow the cat’s intent gaze, Zhanna watched for a while before addressing her familiar, << It looks like some form of arcane ritual, complete with chanting. >>

<< A new spell of transportation? Not one I’m familiar with. >>

<< Oh dear, first snark now bad puns. >>

<< It’s a new skill. >>


The car had seen better days. It was filled with dust and anonymous debris gathered through decades of hidden existence. The three men had been extremely enthusiastic throughout the process. Zhanna had heard but never experienced before, the affinity men seemed to have for vehicles. It was on full display as the men exclaimed in the discovery of features and functions, happily analyzing the size and capability of the car.

The younger man, Ivan, was especially taken with the vehicle. His rather solemn face lit with enthusiasm and he became far more animated than when Zhanna had first met him. She was conscious of the fact that he kept glancing sideways at her when he thought that she wasn’t looking at him. Briefly, she wondered what it was that he saw or wanted.

<< It’s a bit curious. I don’t think he is particularly attracted to you, but he really wants to ask you something. I just can’t tell what. >>

<< I know, Dascha. I can almost feel a desperate need for an answer, but I don’t know what to do about that. It certainly isn’t because he’s attracted to me. >>

<< Da, I know. I’m sure he would want you to have his kittens, but that’s not what he’s thinking about. A cat can tell these things. >>

<< Really!? Sometimes you are just disgusting! >>

<< It’s a feature. >>

Before Zhanna could continue their discussion, the tone of the men’s conversation changed. There was a note of worry that crept into their voices. The young witch straightened up from where she had been leaning against the wall and walked over to them.

“Is there some sort of problem?” she asked.

Mark answered her quickly, “Almost everything looks good, Zhanna, but this car has been sitting for so long that it is possible that it may not start. We are going to try helping it to start with assistance from one of our cars to see if it is capable of running. Whoever wrapped it up was smart enough to drain the gasoline and most of the other fluids out of it, so we don’t have to deal with a big mess. We replaced most of them and we think it should start but the battery obviously is worn down by age and lack of use.”

Zhanna’s look of incomprehension encouraged him to continue talking. He smiled briefly and said, “I think it will run, and if it does then everything but one problem will have been solved.” The young witch tilted her head in inquiry, so he finally got to the point she wanted to know. “Its tires are too old. They are almost powdered. We cannot patch tires that are this flat or are this full of holes.”
Willie chimed in, “Let’s first see how the engine is. That would be the biggest problem, and if that works, we can then deal with the tires.”

Just then, there was a sputtering and a ragged response from the engine. Spinning in surprise, Zhanna and the two mercs saw that Ivan had climbed into the front seat and started the car. It ran raggedly at first but soon evened out and began to produce a powerful but muted roar. The men excitedly hurried over to talk with Ivan and look inside the hood of the idling car. Ivan had a broad smile on his face and was cheerfully responding to the two older men.

<< Zhanna? That boy is a witch. He helped the car to start, magically. >>

<< That’s an interesting twist. Now I really need to know what he wants from me. >>

<< I will watch him. >>

Willie called out to Zhanna, “It’s running really well. Now if we had good tires it would be all set.”
Zhanna thought for a moment. All of the practice that she been doing with the spell books from Blagogarsk had been pure practice and drill. She hadn’t done anything that was practical with the spells yet, and it worried her that she didn’t know how to apply the theory of the base spell to the reality of need. Perhaps this was the place where she could try something.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “I think I may know something to do. It may not work, but I think it’s worth a try.”

All three of the men stared at her, some in question, some in challenge.

Dascha asked, << Are you sure you want to try this? >>

<< I am not sure that I want to, but I think I need to. >>

“Mark, tell me what a sturdy tire would look like and its characteristics. I know nothing about cars, and I need to have an understanding of the tires before I can try a spell.”

Willie interrupted, saying, “I have never heard a spell that would do something with a tire. Are you sure this is something that you can and should be doing?”

Although she had expressed her doubts to Dascha, Zhanna was tired of putting up with disparaging remarks. She responded evenly and forcefully, “I think it’s a reasonable way of testing a spell. It’s one that I’ve learned recently, and this seems like a good place to try it out, providing that you two can tell me what a tire is supposed to be like. If you can’t tell me, I will find somebody else who can.”

Mark said placatingly, “I can certainly tell you what a tire is supposed to be. Just because we’ve never heard of a spell like the one you’re talking about, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. And I, for one, would be interested in learning useful spells if you find and test them out.”

It was obvious from the expression on Willie’s face that he didn’t necessarily agree but he wasn’t willing to confront Zhanna again right now. He simply stepped back with a skeptical look plastered all over his face, folded his arms across his chest, and waited.

Mark began to explain the use and shape of a car tire. He talked about the tire shape and that it was attached to the vehicle with bolts. He covered the desire to make the tire impermeable so that it did not easily go flat. He also explained that the tire outside was made of rubber. He stressed the need for sturdy tires that would not wear out quickly on rough roads. It was a very short introduction to a topic that he obviously loved, distilled down into only a few sentences for the young witch’s understanding.

Once Mark was done, Zhanna motioned the men away from the vehicle. She could feel the weight of Mary’s gaze on her back and the comforting presence of Dascha along their familiar bond. Mentally centering herself, Zhanna waited until she felt stable and subvocalized the words of the spell just like she had done in practice. Holding the shape and characteristics that Mark described in her mind, she gathered her will and intent, channeling them along her arms and through her open hands toward the car.

There was an explosion of light and a muffled sound. The car jerked and raised as the old tires were replaced with unflattened versions. The air resonated with a curiously muffled clanging sound that shivered through the spectator’s bones and rattled the walls of the shed.

All three men wore identical looks of disbelief on their faces. Willie slowly approached the vehicle as if he were afraid that it would either disappear or somehow attack him. He touched the fender of the car with a hand that shook slightly and bent over to examine the tire. Straightening quickly, face paled in surprise, he took one step back and spun in place to stare at Zhanna. “It looks like a new tire!”

Looking slightly calmer, Mark walked over to the vehicle. He didn’t bend down, but he looked at each of the tires in turn. After going around the vehicle once, he marched over to Zhanna, planting himself directly in front of her. He looked her in the face, half in entreaty and half in challenge

“They look perfect. Totally perfect.”

“I just tried to create the things that you had told me about,” responded Zhanna.

Mark stared at her wordlessly for an instant more before walking back to the car. Ivan had approached it while Zhanna and Mark were talking, carefully examining each of the tires in turn. As Mark rejoined him, Ivan addressed the older man, “There are no tire valves. How will we refill the tires?”

“Zhanna, how much air pressure did you put in the tires?” asked Mark.

“Air? You didn’t say anything about air!” answered Zhanna.