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I Dropped the Ball

I just realized that I hadn’t updated the site in a while. Actually, not since C8 and we are anxiously awaiting C11 to drop at the end of the month. That’s just unacceptable.

I’m sorry. I wish I had a valid excuse for letting things lapse here, but I don’t. Since I last posted, both C9 and C10 have released.

C9 C10

For those keeping score, C9 hit the shelves on Halloween and C10 was a Turkey Day release. Now, just after Christmas (when everybody has their new devices) C11 will be available!


I wish I could say that 12 was soon to follow, but alas, I just got the template laid a few nights ago and it’s been a bit tough getting back into the writing habit. I can say that not all of this time was wasted doing silly stuff like enjoying the holidays with family. I actually got a little work done. Max Zener stepped in to narrate the rest of the series and he was able to pump out C4. We did a line by line with it and I just recently mashed the button so you audiophiles out there will soon be able to enjoy the continuation of the story! Ya know, it’s not easy jumping from C4 to C12. So much has happened since then that…it’s just been tough.

For those of you who have been with this series since the git-go, if you’ve heard the rumors that 12 will be the series end, then you heard correctly. There’s just too many other projects languishing by the wayside. It’s nearly impossible for me to ‘universe jump’ any more. My brain just isn’t what it used to be I suppose. Going from one cast of characters to another takes me a lot longer to adjust to than it used to.

I will say this, though…just because Caldera is ending doesn’t mean that we’ve seen the last of the characters. I actually have a spin off in mind that may or may not see the light of day. I’ve toyed for months with the idea of doing a spin off of the Monster Squad under the IMPACT label and even have a few ideas bouncing around in my noggin. It’s just getting the time and mental faculties sharpened enough to jump back into that world.

Anyway, I’m going to wrap this up. This is time that could be spent writing the tales you love to read instead of sharing mind-spew. So with that, I’ll bid you adieu. We’re caught up on upcoming releases and I promise, I’ll try to do better in keeping you updated.

In case I forget to come back between now and then, Merry Christmas! I hope that you and yours has the happiest of holidays and a prosperous new year!

Love, Luck and Bacon!


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Posted by on December 20, 2019 in Uncategorized


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Quit Jumping to Conclusions

I have to stop. I just HAVE to. I read something and, like so many others before me, I jump to a conclusion. Man, if I had actually read as many books as I’ve judged by their covers…

Let me explain. And no, this isn’t book related. This is just me airing out my head. And yes, it gets gusty in there.

I’m a car guy. Always have been, always will be. In fact, my mother often told me that my first word was ‘Mustang’ and she claimed that I could spot one a mile away as a toddler.
So, years ago when Jeep first announced their Renegade. I read that it would be ‘based on the Fiat 500 chassis’ and that was all I needed to know. Every time I saw one on the road, I laughed at the drivers. Who could be SO STUPID to buy a rebodied Fiat? I mean, come on.

Then, I actually drove one.



I actually fell in love with that zippy little doo-dah. I mean, it was FUN. Got great gas mileage. The Trailhawk version is actually called by off-roaders the ‘Baby Wrangler’ because you can’t hardly stop the thing! It will go where most other four wheel drives tremble.

So, now I LOVE these things.

If any of you have read my blog over the years, you may remember one of the few times I rambled about something other than writing. I really try not to do it often. However, this one time I went off on FoMoCo (
Shortly after I did, they announced the new Ranger and the new Bronco. I really wish it had been because of the above blog post, but I’m not that egotistical.

ANYWAY, I was excited. Until they announced that they would be using their ecoboost 4 banger. Immediately I was pissed. I’d decided, I would have nothing to do with it and turned my back. I had an F-150 ecoboost and although you couldn’t tell it was a six cylinder, I don’t trust turbos.
I just don’t.

Then I watched a YouTube video from a guy who felt the exact same way I did. And his mind was changed. And that reminded me of the Renegade. And I suddenly felt very… ‘judgy’. So I went through a few more videos. Surely, somewhere out there, somebody would prove the ecoboost 4 banger was a turd.
I watched guys tune one in a Mustang and slip it into a GT only race group. After they smoked a few factory Coyote V-8’s, they were found out and forced to leave. How dare they outrun these wonderful cars with such a heretic engine?!

Okay. So maybe I jumped to an incorrect conclusion. Er, more like an uneducated one. Still, I swallowed my pride and decided that I would give them a chance. And I might give the turbo 4 Wrangler a chance (but not if the same Wrangler is available with the Pentastar V-6). I still hope and pray that Ford will rethink their decision and bring the Bronco out with a naturally aspirated V-6 (dare we pray for a diesel variant?), but either way, I’ll give the new Bronco a chance.

And that’s about it. That’s all I really wanted to talk about tonight. I just had to admit that I was wrong.
Okay, technically, TWICE, but, it’s sort of about the same thing, so I’m calling it a ‘once’.

Here’s wishing you much love, luck and bacon!


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Posted by on July 25, 2019 in Uncategorized



Yeah, cliffhangers. We hate them, don’t we? But we also NEED them. It keeps us engrossed in the story.

Think about those books that were total page-turners. You know the ones I’m talking about. You break them open and you’re just gonna read a few pages before bed…until you realize the alarm is going off, it’s morning and you should be in the shower, but you only have one chapter left!

How does that happen?

Well…suspense. You break a story into sections. Usually, there are at least three scenes. Each scene can either be its own chapter or the three scenes combined make your chapters. But each scene, if left on a mini-cliffhanger, has you turning the page to see what happens next.

Now, in a perfect world, each and every scene would have its own cliffhanger ending, each one building suspense until you reach the final chapter and now, the suspense is SO built up that…well, you just GOTTA have the next book now! That’s the whole idea, right? Leave people wanting more.

Yet we HATE cliffhangers. Heaven knows, I do. I’ll never forget the first cliffhanger that had me ready to burst…. The Empire Strikes Back.
OH MY GAWD!! How could they do that?! I mean, REALLY!!

Yeah, well, it’s like that. I know the pain, the frustration, the…ANGER. But at the same time, we need this built up suspense. It keeps us going, forcing us to push through. It helps motivate us to read on, to find the end. If that end ever comes.

So, now you’re groaning, your guts tightening as your mind formulates the question…why is this asshole bringing up cliffhangers?
Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure you’ve already guessed it. C8 left us on a pretty good one. And, well…C9 does the same dadgum thing. Maybe C10 will be…nope? Nope. No…I can tell you with absolute CERTAINTY that C10 is just as bad if not worse.
Maybe 11? We’ll find out. I just broke ground on it tonight.

Oh, and for those of you wanting them now? Sorry. The easy part is done. Now they go into beta, editing, more beta, more editing, etc, ad nauseum. Besides, I have to get ahead so I can switch to a completely different universe. I hope to get Bridger II written soon. Just as soon as Caldera releases its hooks from me…

Peace, Love and Bacon!
Especially Bacon.


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Posted by on June 27, 2019 in Uncategorized


C8 Is Out and Other Stuff

Okay, so Caldera 8 went live yesterday. Yay!

Caldera 8

Here’s the obligatory picture that everybody says will help drive traffic to your site.

But that’s not really what I came here to talk about.
I’ve been lucky enough to be invited to speak to a few writing groups. I even joined one afterward. Good people in that group. But…one thing that I’m often asked that I don’t always address well is, “What would you tell yourself if you could go back and give yourself advice when you first started writing?”

Most of the time I think, ‘Don’t QUIT! Write whatever you love and those who love it will find it.’ Or, something to that effect.
But here lately, I’ve been taking more trips down memory lane and I recall a moment when I was ready to pack it all in. I had made the mistake of getting online and reading through some ‘Writer’s Forums’. Oh wow. Some of the people in those places are completely whackadoodle. And yes, that’s actually a medical term for ‘nutso’.

I remember I joined this one group and they were discussing all kinds of topics. And being completely new, I was totally enamored with their replies and their suggestions and…well, I believed them. Imagine that! Believing people you don’t know on the internet.

Anyway, I remember this one guy (who everybody seemed to look to as sort of the group leader or guru or some such) and he was saying, ‘if you write more than 500 words in a day, then it’s crap and not worth reading’.
Well, that blew my mind. I mean, here I was throwing down THOUSANDS of words a day sometimes. Did that mean my writing was crap?
He went on to tell folks that unless you were signed with a Big 6 publisher, you weren’t a REAL writer.
Oh wow. I’m totally screwed then.
Another of his rants was about ‘horror’ and how only IDIOTS read such drivel.
Well, I have no idea what golden pearls of wisdom this guy was writing, but I had concluded that he:
1. Wrote less than 500 QUALITY words per day.
2. Must be signed with at least two of the Big 6 because people just hung on to his every word. And;
3. Whatever he wrote, it must NOT be horror.
He’s so lucky.

Well, needless to say, I was sent into this downward spiral. Seriously, I was ready to just hang it all up and walk away. I mean, who was I to question this guy? Anybody who did dare to question him got raked across the coals by the entire group.
But one voice did. He told him that he was an indie who hired reputable editors and cover artists and he worked his tail off to market himself. He made himself available to his readers and he loved interacting with them. And he made good money doing it. Oh, hell no! This was sacrilege and they laughed this guy right out of the forum. How DARE he say something that went against the great an almighty Oz?!

I actually called my editor at that time. An indie writer who built himself up from the worst possible starting point and remade himself into a force to be reckoned with. He talked me off of the ledge and convinced me that my writing was worthy. If nothing else, let the sales prove that point. Take the risk, believe what he told me and finish what I started.
So I did.
And I’m so thankful that I did. Because of my writing, I’ve met some of the most wonderful people out there. I’ve taken the hits and the less than constructive criticisms and tried to improve my storytelling. I’ve made friends with some of the coolest people with a similar off kilter sense of humor as mine and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this ride.
No, I’m not quitting or anything silly like that. I was just reminded of the time when I allowed nameless, faceless people on an internet forum convince me that there was only one way to do something. And I almost believed them.

So, I guess I wasn’t wrong when I said that I would tell myself not to quit.
But I would also add, don’t listen to internet commandos who proclaim that there is only one way to do something. Look at others who can prove that person wrong and do what they did.
I think that’s what I’d tell myself.
Oh, and exercise more. That way you can eat more bacon. 🙂


Posted by on June 19, 2019 in Uncategorized


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C8 Update

MAY have just sent Caldera 8 to the editor for cleanup.
I also MAY have the cover from Jeffrey Kosh that goes with it.
I also MAY…no, scratch that. Of course I’ll share that cover here. You guys know I’m the worst secret keeper and I’ve even shown covers that he’s created for me for stories I hadn’t even written yet. I guess I figured if I had the cover made then I just had to write the story.

It made sense to me.

Caldera 8.jpg

Anywho, here’s the cover. I’d give the newest installment of Caldera a couple of weeks minimum to be available.

But for those who were asking, here’s your status report. If I had the mental capacity to write the blurb right now, I’d gladly share it. But sometimes the blurbs are harder than the stories.

Keep the faith dear readers.


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Posted by on May 13, 2019 in Uncategorized


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Time Flies

So I’ve been slacking. In more ways than one.
I just realized that I hadn’t done much on here lately and you can only imagine my surprise when I look and see that my last post was at Thanksgiving.

So, here’s a quick little something to let you guys know I’m alive and still attempting to get my stories done.

Since I was last here, Caldera 7 came out at Christmas. I honestly can’t believe that I didn’t post something here at the holidays. Even a season’s greetings to my friends would have been nice.

After that, I took off a bit for the holidays and got a pretty slow start back to writing. It’s so easy to NOT write. It’s even easier when you get discouraged. How was I discouraged, you might ask? Well, let me tell you.

I HATE Windows 10. I remember now why I forced my laptop back to 8.1. But…I got myself a really nice new desktop with a huge monitor (old eyes and all that) and it came with Win10. I started suffering the same ransomeware type of behavior but ignored most of it. You know what I’m talking about. Your computer slows to a crawl, you can’t get online, nothing. Oh! You have an update waiting to be installed. If you set it to automatically update, you won’t have this issue anymore, we promise.

Like an idiot, I did. And when it installed the newest update, it cycled off and ‘saved’ a previous version of my works in progress. I had nearly 15 chapters of Caldera 8 and over a dozen chapters of Bridger II WIPED. Yes, I back up everything, and I even kept my thumbdrive plugged in to make it easier. Well, when it wiped out my current copies, it ALSO overwrote the files on my thumbdrive. If you follow me on Facebook you may remember that rant.

Needless to say, I went into panic mode.

I was able to get some of the data back by copying the files over from my old laptop, but I still lost a TON of work. That little experience really soured me and it has taken me a LONG time to force myself back to the keyboard. But I am back and I’m working tirelessly to catch the stories up to where they were and carry on. I could sit in the corner and cry about all of the words lost, but instead, I got revenge. I found every ‘hack’ I could online to prevent my computer from cycling power on its own and implemented them. If I were a smarter person, I’d just find a copy of Win 8.1 and force it onto my computer, but then I’d have to deal with all of the files again and I’m just sick of messing with it. Instead, I’d rather castrate the software and put it at my mercy. >insert evil laugh here<

Anywho, that’s it. That’s really about all I’ve been doing. Playing catch up because Microshaft decided to screw with me again.

Oh, and for the few of you that messaged me about the IMPACT teaser…I’m still not sure. I may have started a project along that line, but it’s taking a back seat to Caldera and Bridger. Maybe once I’m caught up a bit, I’ll readdress that.

Okay. That’s it. Y’all have a blessed day and keep the faith.


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Posted by on March 25, 2019 in Uncategorized


Happy Thanksgiving!

Here’s wishing you and yours a wonderful Thanksgiving full of good people, good food, good times and lots of loving memories!

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, but that’s because I’ve been tied up with side projects that are taking much more of my attention than I’d like. Writing is on hold until at least after Christmas.

Hopefully soon I can get back to putting the stories in my head down on paper so others can suffer the insanity along with me!

Until then, keep on keeping on and enjoy the time with your friends and family.

Here’s wishing you much love, luck and bacon!



Posted by on November 21, 2018 in Uncategorized


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For My Girls: Ch 7 Huntress

I think this will be the final installment of my ‘Stories that Will Never Be’.
There are a few paragraphs of Chapter 8 that were written but it does little to nothing in pushing the story forward.
Since this story will never happen, I might as well lay it out for you.
Odin, her grandfather, hates demis. Demigods have the potential to become more powerful than the old gods and he refuses to suffer a demi to live. That’s why she’s kept away from him and ‘managed’ by Thor.
At the end of the trilogy would be the big slap down between young Erica and the grandfather who didn’t know she existed. She’d kick his ass, of course, and although he loses, he’d tell her to finish him because he’d never quit hunting her.
She doesn’t have it in her heart to kill family…so she strips him of his power instead. It’s hard to kill a god when you’re basically a human. She and Alejo run off to make demi-babies and live happily ever after.
At least, that was the plan. Who knows what the story might have evolved into. Heaven knows, the original Hunter trilogy was NOT supposed to be what it became, but, it is what it is.
Anywho…on to the final chapter.


I didn’t want to leave his side.


I wish I could put into words the emotions that ran through my mind, through my heart…but there are no words for what I felt.

I thought I knew what love was. I may not have centuries walking the earth like my father, but I have had many experiences. Just nothing like this.

I have loved.

I have loved many. I love my father. I love my mother. I love Uncle Thor and I love Tex.

But this? This was something new. I liked it and it terrified me at the same time. This young man made me feel things that I didn’t think were possible. From the moment I laid eyes on his image, I knew there was something about him. I just didn’t know what.

We spent the night walking along the beach. We talked. We kissed. We talked more. We cuddled. We built a fire and lay beside it, talking and laughing and sharing experiences.

We almost missed the sunrise but we sat beside the smoldering fire and held each other while the sun broke along the horizon and warmed us with its rays.

I hated to leave his side but when the sun rose, he said that he had to go and that I should return home. He promised to meet me the following night at the same spot and we sealed the date with a kiss.

I had no idea what was happening with me, but I liked it.

I also had no idea how to tell my mother.




“You’re what?” She stared at me wide eyed.

“I think I’m in love, mother.” I couldn’t help but smile even though her face was one of shock and disbelief.

She reached out a shaky hand and took the back of the chair. I watched her pull it out slowly and practically fall into it.

“What am I going to do? First it’s coffee, now you’re in love?” She turned and gave me the saddest look I’d ever seen. “All in the same day?”

“Mother, it’s not horrible. It’s wonderful.” I pulled out the matching chair and sat beside her. “He’s lovely and he’s sweet and he kisses so-”

“Oh my god!” She was to her feet and pacing. “You kissed him?”

“It was just a kiss, but it was such a kiss!” I was on my feet again. “It was like our souls were intertwined and-”

“Please stop!” She fell into her chair again, her head shaking. “Sweet baby jeezus, Erica, you’re only a child.”

I froze and stared at her. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Mother, I’m a woman.” I reached down and lifted my shirt. “See? Bossoms.”

“Erica, stop that!” She reached out and pulled my shirt back down.

Now, I have to be honest. I don’t know exactly why I did that. She is my mother. Of course she knows that I have bossoms. She buys my clothes for me. She knows that I’m…developed. I understand that most normal children at the age of five are probably still pooping themselves or eating dirt. But I’m not your normal five year old. Well, nearly six. But the principal is the same.

As Hildy said, age is nothing but a number.

I watched her hands shake as she turned slowly and got to her feet. She reached for the coffee and I had to stick my foot in my mouth. “You’re shaking enough already. Do you really want coffee?”

She turned and glared at me with such intensity that had the look missed me and struck the wall it would have peeled the paint. “I need something to calm me down and dammit, coffee calms me.”

Things were getting real. She didn’t allow cursing for any reason and she just dropped a D word. Something tells me I should have just mailed her a wedding invitation…if it ever comes to that. I guess there is such a thing as over-sharing.

I sat back down and waited for the lecture on how I was just a child, I couldn’t know what love is, blah blah blah.

When she sat back at the table, she took her time. I think her cup was half empty when she finally looked up at me again. The next words that came from her mouth nearly knocked me from my chair.

“I’m sorry, Erica.”

Her voice was so soft that I barely heard her.


She shook her head slowly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did.” She took another drink and I waited.

“They warned me.” She motioned toward me with her hand. “That you would age very quickly until you reached…this. Adulthood. And then it practically stops. You’ll remain young and vibrant and…beautiful forever.”

I wanted to tell her to stop. That her tone and actions were scaring me. But I’m a huntress. I know no fear.

“They said that you would…grow up. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.” She sniffed back a tear as she sipped her coffee.

I reached out and took her trembling hand. “I’m sorry mother. I never wanted to hurt you.”

She laughed and I could tell it was to keep from crying. “You didn’t hurt me, Erica. You’re right. You’re a woman.” She turned swollen red eyes to me and I saw the tears threatening to fall. “I just miss my baby girl.”

She patted my hand and I wanted to cry with her. I was in such a hurry to grow up and I had no idea how much she cherished the time she had with me when I was little.

Suddenly she sobered and glanced nervously over her shoulder. “You mustn’t tell your father. Or anybody! Do you understand?”

“But father will understand. I’m sure-”

“No! You don’t understand.” She lowered her voice and leaned closer to me. “You were sent to kill him, not fall for him. If word gets back to Thor, they’ll hunt you!”

I nearly snorted a laugh. “But I’m Uncle Thor’s favorite-”

“You’re a tool Erica!” Mother stiffened and glanced towards father’s study. She turned back to me and lowered her voice. “If you don’t do as you’re told, you will be removed. Do you understand?”

My head was shaking. I’m not sure if it was denial or fear. “No, they wouldn’t do that. Alejo’s gods accept him and they teach him the ways of our kind.”

“Our kind?” Her eyes were wide and her hands were trembling again. “Sweetheart, his gods are not your gods. They’re not your family. Do you think they would stand against Thor and his warriors if it came down to handing you over or go to war?”

I fell back in my chair and I could feel my mouth working but no words came out.

“Sweetheart, there is no sanctuary against the gods. They don’t acknowledge the sovereignty of other gods. They don’t even acknowledge your right to exist.”

She sat back and huffed as she tried to search for the right words. “They hid you from Odin. They hid you from Freya. They know that if word got back to them that you existed, you would be hunted and destroyed. The old gods simply cannot allow you to usurp them.”

“But I would never…”

“That doesn’t matter. They simply cannot allow you to exist. The possibility is too great for them.” She sucked back a sob and squeezed her eyes shut. “I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

“Nor I you, mother.” I reached out and took her hand again. “I can’t hide forever.” My mind raced faster than I could form words. “Even if I killed Alejo, who is to say that Odin wouldn’t order Thor to destroy me?” I stood slowly, my mind in a whirlwind. “I don’t want to die.”

“Then don’t.” She stood and squared her shoulders. I had seen my mother resolute before, but not like this. The set of her jaw was pure defiance. “Do what you must, but you survive. Do you hear me?”

I nodded, unsure what exactly I could do against Odin Alfather. But I knew that if I ever hoped to live in peace, I’d have to be prepared for war.

“I hear you.” I stepped away from her and released her hand. “I love you mother. Tell father that I love him.”

“Be careful Erica.”

Those were the last words I heard from her before I transported myself to Svartalfheim. I stood outside the tree that Hildy called home.

I tapped on the bark above the opening to her home and prayed that she was home.

“Back here child.”

I stepped around the giant oak and saw her in a tiny garden. I hadn’t seen it during my last visit. The great tree that she made home had blocked it from view.

I walked along the edge and watched as she finished plucking a few herbs from the ground. She placed them gently in her apron and hobbled toward me. “I was about to prepare food. Care to join me?”

I gave her a gentle shake of my head. “I’ve come to talk, if you don’t mind?”

“You talk while I cook.” She cackled as she made her way back to the tree. She placed her herbs besides the opening and slipped inside. When she came back out she carried an oversized kettle. “Hang this over the fire and fetch some water.”

I hung the handle from the iron hook then scooped a large bucket of water from the stream. She was already searing meat in the pot when I came back and the smell had my mouth watering. She stirred the meat, searing the edges before adding the water.

“So talk, child. What brings you back to old Hildy?”

“I’m frightened.”

“Of course you are.” She ladled small amounts of water over the searing meat as she spoke. I watched her add a few of the freshly plucked herbs then she sat back and eyed me. “You just discovered the truth and now you are unsure what you should do.”

I nodded. I didn’t know how she knew, but I prayed that she would have answers.

“What should I do?”

She shook her head as she added tubers and vegetables to her pot. “I cannot tell you that, child. That is entirely up to you.”

“Can you tell me the outcomes of a decision? You are an oracle, are you not?”

She smiled at me but there was such sadness to it. “I wish that I could.”

“Do you see any future for me?”

Her eyes brightened and she nodded. “Oh yes, child.  A long and prosperous future.” I watched as she squinted and appeared to stare into the shadows of the woods. “I cannot see how you come to that point though. If I could, I would direct you through to the easiest route.” She shrugged. “All I can tell you is, you will survive. And you will do well.”

“With Alejo?” I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answer, but my mouth asked before my brain could stop it.

She shook her head slowly. “I cannot see that. I do not know if he is your future or your ruination. I can only see that you survive and you prosper.”

I sighed and sat beside her while she cooked.

“I don’t think I’d want to simply survive without him.”

She patted my shoulder and gave me a sweet smile. “Nobody can tell what your fate is. Nobody can direct you down the ‘proper’ path.” She sat next to me and took my hand in her leathery palm. “You must walk your own path. If that path leads you to love, then by all means, embrace it and experience it and enjoy every moment you can.”

I turned to her and I felt tears swelling in my eyes. “I’m afraid.”

“I know. And you have every right to be. It’s not every day that one finds out exactly what their life is worth in the eyes of others.” She patted my hand once more then stood and stirred her pot. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned over these many, many…many years, it’s this. Don’t let a chance at true love slip away because you fear the outcome. Embrace it. Relish it. Give it everything you have. Even if that loves dies or is somehow taken from you, you’ll have known what it feels like and it will help to form you into the person you were meant to be.”

Her words brought me peace. She didn’t point me in any direction and say, do this and all will be well, but I felt as though she armed me with enough hope that I could face whatever it was that the gods had in store for me.

If it meant that I had to renounce my lineage and never return to Asgard, then so be it. If Alejo was right and the gods of Olympus would welcome us, then perhaps it was time I went there and met his gods.

What was the worst that could happen?

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Posted by on October 29, 2018 in Uncategorized


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For My Girls Ch 6

For your reading pleasure, Chapter 6 of Huntress: Of Gods & Men, the story that probably should have been but never will be.

Every time I read these old scribblings, I long to finish the story. Perhaps even market it as a YA fantasy? But too many projects already have my attention and I fear I couldn’t do dear Erica the justice she deserves.


We continued to talk until the sun broke along the horizon. I watched as lights began coming on inside the house and I patted Alejo’s shoulder. “It might be best if you weren’t here when my parents are up.”

He sighed and dropped his head. “I suppose you’re right.” He stood and stretched then turned to me. “Come find me when you’re ready to finish learning about us.”

“How do you know so much?” I asked, standing and walking alongside him.

“The gods told me. Every time I travel to Olympus, I learn something new.” He smiled at me again and it was just as brilliant as the first time I saw it. “You should come with me sometime.”

My eyes widened. “I didn’t think…”

“What? That you’d be welcome?”

I shook my head. “No. That I could. I mean, that’s your gods’ home. My gods don’t live there.”

He laughed again and stepped back, fading from view slightly. “You’re a demigod. You can travel wherever you wish.”

And with that, he slipped away. I had no idea where he had gone but he was truly gone. The energy that bound us when we are near had faded to nothing. I reached out and waved my hand through the space he had just been and there was nothing. Empty air.

I sighed as I walked back toward the house. He had only just left but I already missed him. I pushed open the door and could smell the coffee brewing. Mother was just beginning breakfast so I knew that father would be here soon. I heard the bacon sizzle as she placed it into the pan and I smiled. My father does love his bacon.

“You’re up early.” Her voice actually surprised me. I suppose my mind was preoccupied.

“I didn’t sleep last night.” I slid in around her and reached for a coffee cup.

“No coffee. It will stunt your growth.”

I shot her a smile and reached for the pot anyway. “I’m nearly as tall as father. I think my growth could use some stunting.” She watched me pour the dark liquid and said nothing more about it as I sat at the table and enjoyed the aromas.

“So why didn’t you sleep? Something on your mind?”

I paused mid-sip and stared at the back of her head. I knew better than to lie but I didn’t think she’d understand if I told her the truth. I set the cup down and bit at my lower lip, my mind racing.

“I was talking to a friend.”

She paused but didn’t turn around. “A friend, eh? Somebody I know?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. We actually just met ourselves.”

She nodded as she continued turning the bacon. “So does your friend have a name?”

“Alejo. He’s Greek.”

She stiffened then turned slowly. “He’s not the demigod you’re supposed to kill, is he?”

I shrugged slowly. “Maybe.”

Mother groaned and turned back to her bacon. “You’re too big for me to spank, but you better get your head on straight young lady. If your father finds out…”

“Finds out what?”

We both jumped as he spoke. I turned to see him staring at us, his eyes narrowing.

“It would seem that your daughter isn’t sleeping at nights.” Mother was quick on her feet but I didn’t know she was so adept at ‘handling’ him. “She stayed up all night and now she’s drinking coffee.”

Father’s face fell and he turned to me. “I can’t say that I blame you. Nectar of the gods, that is.” He pulled his own mug and poured half the carafe into it. I watched him reach around mother and pluck a piece of bacon from the pan.

“Quit it!” She slapped at his hand with a fork but he stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth then straddled the chair across from me.

“You aren’t sleeping?”

I shrugged. “Only sometimes. I just wasn’t tired.”

He nodded, studying me. He turned his attention back to mother. “Tex drop off the files for me?”

“They’re in your office.” She spun and placed the platter of bacon in front of him and a plate of fried eggs. “Your protein my dear.” She leaned down and kissed the top of his head.

“Thank the gods your mother loves me.” He shoved a handful of the bacon into his mouth and closed his eyes as he savored each bite.

“So, I think I’m going to go to Greece today.” I sipped the coffee and waited for his reaction.

“What’s in Greece?” He didn’t look up from his eggs and I was somewhat surprised that he wasn’t shocked I announced I was leaving the country.

“The target that Thor assigned me.” I reached across the table and snuck a slice of bacon. He narrowed his eyes at me and I swear, there was a low growl that came from him as he watched me eat it.

Mother slapped at him as she set a plate in front of me. I had the same thing as father, just not the same amount. The man ate for a small army. I watched his hand reach across for my food and mother slapped him again.

“She took one of mine.” He sounded like a child as he argued.

“You’ll live.” She turned to me and I caught her raised brows. “How long do you think you’ll be gone?”

“I honestly don’t know.” I chewed hoping she wouldn’t expand on what I had told her.

She sipped her coffee in silence and we waited until father was done and escaped to his office. I knew it was coming and tried to prepare myself. When she was sure he was behind closed doors she turned on me.

“What do you think will happen if Thor finds out that you’ve befriended your target?”

I had to avoid her eyes. I knew what would happen and I didn’t want to think about it. “Mother, he’s too lovely to kill.”

For a moment I thought she had been frozen in place, mouth open, eyes wide. Finally she blinked so I knew she was still alive.

“Did you say ‘too lovely’?”

I swallowed hard and nodded slowly.

“You are entirely too young to think that anybody is lovely!” I didn’t know it was possible to yell at a whisper, but she accomplished it.

I held my hands up and tried to calm her but she couldn’t be calmed. “You are just a child! And…he’s a…boy!”

“Boys don’t really have cooties, mother.”

“Do NOT get smart with me young lady!” She stood and cleared the dishes entirely too enthusiastically. I could hear them threatening to shatter as she tossed them into the sink. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Not only are you going against Thor, but you’re falling for the target.” She continued to rant and I couldn’t take it. I transported myself to my room and prepared a bag.

I know she meant well. She is only concerned for my well-being. She doesn’t want me to make a mistake that I’d one day regret. But every time I thought of Alejo, something inside me told me that it would be wrong to kill him.

Besides, he knew more about being a demi than I ever would. All because his gods believed in him and shared information.

I sat on the bed and pouted that my gods weren’t more open minded like his were.

I felt my anger rising and knew I had to get out of the house. I snatched up my bag and transported myself to Greece.

I stood along the same rocky shores and turned to see the small villa I had visited before. I turned and took the steps leading to the main road and reached out with my feelings, hoping to find whatever it was that had drawn me to him in the first place.

I felt nothing as I strode along the cobblestone paths. I would occasionally stop and allow my mind to reach out, concentrating on him and his amber eyes. His radiant smile. His dark wavy hair.


I spent the better part of the evening searching for him and as the sun set I found myself walking the shores. The sounds of the ocean and the smell of the salt air had a calming effect.

I never felt him approach. I can only assume he stepped out of whatever veil he would disappear into. One moment I was completely alone, the next, I felt him behind me.

I turned slowly and I know that the smile on my face couldn’t be hidden. His matched mine.

“I thought you’d find me. I didn’t think I’d have to come to you again.”

I stepped close to him and he bumped me with his shoulder. Tiny blue arcs crossed between us and I could feel my toes want to curl in the soft sand.

“I didn’t know where you were, so I came to where I found you the first time.”

“I told you about Olympus.” He gave me a look of expectancy. “I sat up there and watched you but you never came.”

I looked up into the darkening sky. “I didn’t know you could see me from there.”

He pointed in the other direction. “There. And yes. The gods watch all of their people from there.”

I blushed. “Am I one of your people now?”

He seemed to sober and his smile faded. “I think you and I are the only two of our people.” His face couldn’t hide the pain he felt.

I suddenly realized that while he was of two different worlds, he never felt that either of them were truly home. He wasn’t truly a god, nor was he fully human. When you are of two lines so fundamentally different from each other, you never really have a place you can call home.

This sudden realization also brought with it a completely new level of confusion. If he and I truly are the only two demigods…shouldn’t we stick together? Shouldn’t we support each other? Shouldn’t we…I had to stop thinking that way. I was suddenly embarrassed at the direction my thinking took me.

“Don’t you?”

It took me a moment to realize what he was asking. I nodded softly and turned from him. “I suppose you’re right. We are the only two.”

“And the gods created them man and woman that they might be fruitful and multiply.”

I spun and stared at him. “What did you say?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Something from the carpenter’s book. Nothing really.”

He broke away from me and began walking along the shore, the cool water coming in and washing over his feet. I fell into step behind him.

“Tell me what you meant by that.”

He spun around and flashed me his best smile. “Nothing really. It just came to mind.” He bent low and splashed the salt water toward me. “I have a problem with my mouth saying things before my brain can stop it.”

Okay, now that I could relate to.

I side stepped his splashing and closed the distance between us. “What does it mean? What you said.”

He shook off my question. “You want to go someplace fun? I can show you how to get to Olympus.”

I stopped following him and didn’t realize I had assumed my mother’s pose. Both hands on my hips, my brows knitted together. “What does it mean?”

He stopped playing in the water and stared at me. His face became somber and he slowly approached me.

“Nothing really. It’s a reference to when they made men. They also made women. Because the two only work when they’re together. Without one they both die out.” He shrugged and gave me a weak smile. “That’s all. I didn’t really mean anything by it.”

I wasn’t stupid. I knew what the passage meant. I wanted to know what he meant when he uttered the words.

“So you think that since we are the only two demis…and one is male and the other female, that we were created for a reason?”

He reached out and took my hands. I felt the surge of power and didn’t let it distract me. I looked up into his face and his eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight.

“I was hoping.” He gave me a soft smile. “That’s all.”

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as we stood on the edge of the ocean. I stared up at him and watched as he slowly bent, his eyes closing, his lips parting. I knew what was about to come and a part of me was screaming, ‘no, don’t let this happen’ while the biggest part of me was screaming, ‘don’t let it stop’.

I saw no sparks when our lips met. My eyes were closed, too. But I felt the rush of power course through me and felt my chest would explode. It took another moment for my body to adjust and then I felt his lips pressed against my own.

It was glorious. I tingled in places I didn’t know could tingle.

I felt his hand reach down and wrap itself around my waist. I leaned into him and I could feel his tight muscular body pressed against my own. I found my own hands reacting without thought and my fingers were running through that dark wavy hair while my other hand pulled him closer.

I didn’t think we could be any closer but I found myself pulling him tighter to me. I could feel his hands across my back and our tongues met…it was so foreign but felt so right.

Time was at a standstill when we parted and sucked in air. I felt as though I had drank Hildy’s honey wine again as my head swam. I opened my eyes and stared at him. He was just as lovely as the first time I had seen him. He almost seemed to glow, a golden halo of power surrounded him and I watched as his mouth slowly formed a smile.

“That was incredible.”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t think of a way to top what he had just said. Actually, my brain wasn’t really working at all.

It took me a moment to realize that we were still pressed to each other. My hands ran along the length of his arms and I was impressed at the thick muscular ropes he had under his skin. He shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothing that hid such things.

He stepped back slightly and even in the moonlight I could see his face flush. He avoided my gaze and when he let go of me I wanted to snatch his hands and put them right back where they were.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was a whisper, but his words tore at me. “I shouldn’t have just…”

“Don’t be sorry.” I stepped closer to him and lifted his chin so that he was looking at me again. “Nobody touches me that I don’t allow.”

I felt his arms wrap around me again and he pulled me close to him.

I felt like I was finally home.



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For My Girls Ch 5

Yes dear readers, it’s time for the next installment of the trilogy that nearly was. I tell ya, the more I read through these old scribblings, the more I yearn to finish the story. Maybe Erica needs to be heard after all.

Anyway, for your reading pleasure, here is Huntress Ch 5!


I know I must have seemed a completely different person when I returned home. I feared that I still had the mead on my breath and avoided my mother. Night had fallen and I could hear my father talking to someone in his study. I so wanted to go to him, to ask his opinion on this mission but I knew better. Father is many things, but one thing he would never do is go against the orders from Asgard. If they told him to ravage the earth, burn the buildings and enslave the humans in the name of Odin, he would ask where they preferred him to start.

I tried to sneak past his office when the doors suddenly opened and his right hand man, Tex, stepped out. He held his dusty old cowboy hat in his hands and shot me a crooked smile.

“Miss Erica.” He tipped his head to me and stepped toward the door.

I always held a soft spot for him. For my entire life, Tex had been there to assist my family in whatever they needed and now he was the direct line between my father and the vampires he worked for.

I fell into step behind him and caught him at the front porch. “Tex. Can I pick your brain for a moment?”

He turned and gave me his full attention. “I’m afraid there ain’t much in there to pick through but you’re more than welcome to whatever I have.”

“I need advice.” I searched his weathered eyes and he hid much more wisdom behind them then he ever let on.

“I’m not so sure I’d be the best person to ask.” He nodded toward the door. “Your pappy is in there and I’m sure he’d be a lot closer to the answers you need than I ever could.”

I watched him slip the hat back atop his head but he made no effort to leave.

“I don’t think I could ask father what I need to ask you.”

He seemed to ponder what I said for a moment then nodded. “Okay then. Shoot.”

“If you were ordered to kill somebody but…”

“But what?” His hand reached out and lifted my face to his. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head slightly. “Thor wants me to hunt down and kill another demi.” I found my head shaking stronger. “But something inside tells me not to.”

He stepped back and studied me for a moment. “What seems to be the issue?”

That’s one of the many things I really like about Tex. He had never judged me for who I was or what I’ve done. To hear him say it, we’ve all done things we may not be proud of. It’s what we do from then on that matters more.

“I can’t put it into words. There’s just something about him.”


I nodded. “He’s so pretty. And there’s something about him that makes my power sizzle.” I shrugged. “I can’t put it into words.”

He nodded and chewed at his lower lip, the gears in his head spinning. “I can’t say for sure, but girlie, it seems to me that you need to talk to somebody who knows more about demigods.” He gave me a sad smile and a shrug. “I’m sorry I can’t help you, sweetie. I just don’t have the kind of knowledge you need.”

I sighed heavily and gave him a quick hug before he drove off into the night. I don’t know why I thought he would have the answers I needed. Perhaps because my father trusted him in all things?

I sat on the front porch and stared out into the night sky. “Where are you Alejo?”




I tried to sleep. Usually a visit to the realms left me drained and sleep was a welcome reprieve. It allowed my body and mind to rest and my energy stores to recharge. But sleep wouldn’t come.

I tried searching for the history of demigods on the internet but found the misinformation and uninformed assumptions made by humans to be laughable. It was no use. The gods had destroyed most of us in the past and according to Hildy, it was because of our potential.

If we are so damned dangerous, why had Thor allowed me to live? Why had he gone to such lengths to keep me hidden from Odin Allfather? Was it just to be their hunter? A destroyer of my own kind? Were there really enough of us that he needed to take that precaution?

Alejo was the first demi that I knew of beside myself. And having touched his power and feeling what happened to my own I could possibly understand their fear. But if another god had spawned offspring what was to stop them all from doing the same?

I sulked around my room while these and a thousand more thoughts bounced around in my head. I began to question everything I knew and everything I thought I knew.

I braced both hands on my open window seal and stared out into the night sky. “I need answers but I don’t know who to ask.”

“Ask me.”

I nearly jumped and my head whipped around looking for the source of the voice. I recognized it almost immediately and my eyes finally focused on him.

Alejo stepped out of nowhere and became visible, standing in my yard and staring up at my window.

“When…how did…why are you…” My mind raced faster than my mouth could form words.

He laughed and it made my insides dance.

“That only leaves ‘what’ and ‘where’.” His smile was radiant and I found myself smiling back.

I appeared before him, standing on the soft grass of the lawn and noted that he held no fear of me. Perhaps because my weapons were stowed away? Maybe he knew something I didn’t.

“How did you find me?”

His smile faded, but only for a moment. “I searched you out.” He spread his arms wide and spun a slow circle. “Something…I don’t know what, pulled me here.”

I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant, but was still unable to put it into words.

“Why did you search for me?”

His smile faded and he crossed his arms. “I think because I was curious why you would try to kill me.”

I felt my cheeks flush. I think it was embarrassment.

I lowered my eyes and couldn’t meet his gaze. “I had orders.”

I could see the shadow of his head nodding from the moonlight. “I see.”

“I don’t.” I suddenly looked up and for a moment was lost in the swirling amber pools of his eyes. “I don’t understand at all. Why would they want you dead?” I had to stop myself from saying, ‘You’re too beautiful to kill’ and was glad I was able to.

“I suppose that depends on who ‘they’ are?”

I opened my mouth but something in the back of my mind was screaming at me to not tell him. I swallowed hard and tried to think of something convincing. “My bosses.”

“M-hmm.” He cocked his head to the side and continued to stare at me. “That’s pretty vague.”

I swallowed hard again and avoided his eyes. “Would you believe that they’re vague?” I cracked a sheepish smile but he didn’t return it.

I heard him sigh and he dropped his arms. “What aren’t you telling me?”

I shrugged. Everything.

“Well, I was hoping that we could clear the air and maybe move on, but…” he trailed off. I watched him slowly turn and I knew he was about to disappear.

“You said you had answers.” I blurted out, hoping to stop him. I took a step toward him and he paused.

He barely glanced over his shoulder as he spoke. “Why should I help you if you can’t be open with me?”

He had me there.

I sighed and walked toward him, stopping by his side. “Talk with me.” I placed a hand on his shoulder and felt the power surge between my fingertips as we touched.

He hiked a brow and turned slightly, watching as blue ribbons of electricity darted between us. “Interesting, isn’t it?”

I nodded. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.” I slowly pulled my hand back and watched as the blue licks lifted, trying it’s best to maintain a connection.

“Nor have I.” He turned and faced me. I saw his eyes harden slightly and he seemed to huff. “Okay. We’ll talk. But talking is a two way street.” He raised a brow again and I saw his mouth form a tight line. “That means you enlighten me as well.”

I heard myself say, “Agreed.” I was a bit shocked not only at how quickly I said it, but the fact that my mouth spat it out before my brain could think about it.

I seem to recall my father having trouble holding his tongue as well. Perhaps it’s genetic?

He turned and walked slowly toward the concrete bench my mother placed near the edge of her flower garden. The sweet smell of honeysuckle and wild flowers greeted us as we sat and silently stared at the night sky.

“So, what do you want to know?”

I didn’t know where to start. “Everything.”

He chuckled and it made my insides do flip flops. “Everything, eh? That’s quite a bit.”

“Okay, start with what you know. Who spawned you, where do your powers come from?”

He raised both brows at that. “Who ‘spawned’ me? I’m not a frog.”

It was my turn to laugh. “I realize that. It’s just…our parents were gods.” My voice was barely a whisper but I don’t know why. There wasn’t anybody nearby who could hear us.

He nodded. “Perhaps spawned isn’t such a bad word.” He pulled his legs up and sat cross legged on the bench. I found myself following his lead and staring at him as he spoke.

“For the longest time, I thought Poseidon was my father. My mother finally told me that it was Zeus who… ‘spawned’ me.” He gave me a crooked smile.

“Why did you think it was Poseidon?”

“I love water.” I watched as he got a faraway look in his eyes and he breathed deeply. As if he could smell the ocean air from here in north Texas. “I found myself constantly at the shore, diving to depths that nobody should be able to stand, practically able to breathe under water…”

“That sounds amazing.” I was lost in his voice and could almost see him, muscles rippling under the waves, sea life surrounding him and worshiping him as he frolicked in their world.

“It is.” He shot me a brilliant smile and I found my breath catching in my throat.

“Were you disappointed that Poseidon wasn’t your father?”

He shook his head. “No. Not at all.” He shifted on the bench and faced me. “But I was surprised that my mother withheld the facts surrounding my birth from me for so long.”

My face scrunched and I gave him a quizzical look. “How old are you?”

He blushed and turned his eyes away. “Nearly six.” He shot me an embarrassed smile. “My mother raised me away from others so I didn’t know that I was different.”

I nodded. “My parents do the same.” I lowered my voice and leaned closer. “And I’m almost six, too.”

We shared a moment of silence before he continued. “When I sensed you, I honestly felt that the gods had sent me a…”

“A what?” I honestly didn’t know what he was about to say.

He shrugged slightly. “A friend.”

I nodded. At that moment, I thought he meant, ‘just a friend’. Somebody who understood what he was going through. Somebody who knew the problems and the joys of being a demi.

I watched as he slowly met my gaze. “So, your turn.”

“Practically the same story as yours. Except my father sired me while he held the stolen powers of a Norse god.” I shrugged. “Thor knew that he couldn’t raise me without that power so he shared his own.”

Alejo nodded. “If he shared his power, then…technically, isn’t your father Thor?”

I shook my head. “No. Remember, it wasn’t Thor’s power he held when he sired me. Technically, I think Loki would be my father.” I scratched at my head, trying to figure out my own lineage.

“No, I mean, if he shares Thor’s power, then they are equal, yes?”

I shook my head again. “My father’s power has grown since Thor shared it, but Uncle Thor is still more powerful. And he has millennia of using his power under his belt. He’s much more comfortable being a god than my father ever will be.”

Alejo nodded, pretending to understand. “Either way, you’re of Norse lineage.”

I smiled. “Didn’t the strawberry hair and the blue eyes give it away?”

He shook his head. “You could have been Irish.”

I opened my mouth to inform him that the Norse had settled Ireland centuries ago, but decided not to. I simply nodded.

He continued to stare at me and I finally had to ask, “What?”

“So who are your bosses that they want me dead?”

I had forgotten about that. His question actually struck me like a blow. I wasn’t expecting it.

I inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. “Thor.”

It was his turn to be confused. “Why would Thor want to kill the child of a Greek god?”

“It’s not that.” I struggled to find the correct words. “It wouldn’t matter where you came from. I was allowed to survive in order to ensure that no other demigods were allowed to live.”

Alejo looked as though he had been struck. “Allowed to live?” He shook his head and pulled his legs free, standing and staring at me. “Who are they to determine who can and cannot live?”

I stood and know that my eyes held the sorrow I felt. “If Odin Alfather knew that I existed, he would send his best to bring him my head. Thor allowed—”

“It is not up to him!” He began pacing, his hands waving as he spoke. “We live. We have a right to live.”

I stepped in front of him and stopped his pacing. “They fear us.”

“No shit!” He stepped around me and continued his pacing. “They know what we’re capable of.”

I stepped in front of him again. “Speaking of…”

He shook his head at me, not understanding. “What?”

“Tell me. What are we capable of?”

I saw him smile and his eyes narrowed to slits as he broke into laughter. “Oh you have no idea, do you?”

I grabbed him by the shoulders and ignored the jolts of power that coursed through me. “Tell me.”

His laughter faded and his smile turned to a sly grin. “You’d better sit down for this.”

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Posted by on September 27, 2018 in Uncategorized


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