Leigh Bardugo asked me to draw Darlington from Ninth House! (I dropped my phone. She’s one of my all-time favourite authors). The sequel to Ninth House, HELL BENT, came out this week :)
Are you looking for a spooky read? Do you like urban fantasy or monster stories? Do you like stories about queer ladies dealing with monsters and getting into (and out of) shenanigans? Check out Shadows and a Touch of Magic.
From shadows that can be savior or destroyer to the creation of the first mermaids, Shadows and a Touch of Magic is a collection of monster stories and urban legends featuring women who love women full of fear, of love, of the strange, and of the whimsical.
Read on for a snippet from each short story 💜
"As she moved to the center of the room, trying to imagine her furniture here and herself living here, a cold breeze ghosted across the back of her neck. It raised the small hairs on the back of her neck and goosebumps down her arms." - Widow's Walk
"They were there again. The shadows that seemed to dip, sway and follow after her. Nijah Khoury glanced back as the edge of one shadow seemed to reach out towards her." - Shadowdancers
"“So, you want to be healed,” Amrita said after another sip of the wine. “What will you offer in return?”
“Anything,” Machi begged. “Anything I have. Please.”
“I heal you, you give me your first child. Fair’s fair, right?”" - Promises, Promises
"Thrilled that she was still alive, Cecily twisted in the water to study herself. Her tail was longer than her legs had been. She could feel power coiled in the muscles and ached to stretch her new body out." - To Become The Sea
"It called to her, stretched out lovely fingers and tempted her in. A small smile tugged at Haley’s lips as she listened. It sounded like the melody was coming from the opposite way of the lake again." - Feast of Sorrowed Breath
"She could clearly remember the last time she’d been swimming, the sun shining down on the blue water like it was today. That was years ago, however. No matter how many times she came to this pier, she never dared the water." - Trapped
"Have you ever heard of the smile maidens? I’d never heard of them before my travels and, at the beginning, I’d scoffed at the idea of them. It seemed such a silly name for a supernatural force that killed people or stole their souls." - The Smile Maidens
Earth
After a blood ritual goes wrong, Tatiana defends a serpent falsely accused of murdering one of the members of his den. While digging through the case, she uncovers a conspiracy that may lead all the way to the Grand Den. Will the serpents tell the truth to save one of their own, or will Tatiana need the Underground's help to prove her client's innocence?
Arda
Between a Corrupted blight and civil war, all Vaiden wants is to return to Earth. He's tasked with killing the rebels' leader, but he still hasn't found his mark. When a blood mage destroys a fort, Vaiden races to inform the crown, but what he finds changes everything. Can the kingdom come together to stop the Corrupted, or will they end up killing each other first?
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I have a new project that I'm launching! Tomorrow morning, the premiere episode of The Café Pantheon, a fiction podcast that follows the adventures of a café owner as she visits different pantheons and manages her shop.
Grab a cup of coffee or cocoa and enjoy the first episode of The Café Pantheon podcast, premiering wherever you listen to podcasts and on YouTube.
Rating: 5/5 ⭐ – These brothers made me cry and I finished the book in a day
I got Howl back in January when it came out, but since life has been so busy, I didn’t actually pick it up until June, which I regret because it’s fantastic. That being said, something hits different reading stressed out older brother Harris narrating “Struggling to escape from your shitty small town,” at the start of…
"Are you having trouble breathing, Mahala?" Baldur was concerned, and was relieved when she shook her head. That was at least one thing they weren’t going to have to deal with. The inability to speak and that damn big bruise, they were. Why weren’t they healing? He had tried more than one type of healing and reversal spell and enchantment and it didn’t seem to be helping. This was normally something he could do without hardly a thought. He had to figure it out and do it fast if they didn’t want Vollrath to know about the situation. "Don’t you worry about a single thing, we are going to fix this, babygirl. It's resisting my healing right now; but, you're going to be okay, I’m just going.. "
"To get the fuck out of my way." Vollrath interrupted him abruptly, with a voice that was a low and almost feral growl; and he saw Baldur visibly flinch when he did. As his friend stood and turned to step away from the couch, Vollrath grabbed his shoulder, "when it comes to her, don't EVER hide something from me again." He didn't yell or raise his voice, he didn't have to. Baldur knew how serious he was, and nodded. The only thing keeping Vollrath from leveling his own office was knowing it would just put her through more pain, and she was currently dealing with enough.
"Close your eyes, my little witch." Vollrath told Mahala, as he replaced Baldur, sitting on the edge of the couch with his hip right up against her. His fingers gently traced over the deep pink, purple, and blue bruise that seemed to be darkening as he touched it. It was the opposite of what should be happening, and it frustrated him. He had no clue what Jonathan had done, but he had the power and control to be able to make it so she would be just fine. There was nothing Jonathan could have done that he couldn’t undo, that’s part of what made him who and what he was. The warlock down in a containment room would be dealt with later, by someone else. With his anger, he’d kill him if it was he that handled things.
Mahala nodded as she felt his gentle and light touches; she trusted him. Her hand went over to rest on his thigh and she felt one of his rest on top of it. The warmth of his hand and the way he cradled hers softly was comforting, it almost felt caring and protective. Surely it was her imagination though, it had only been less than a day since they’d met. It seemed like ever since she had returned to the town where her mother had grown up, one thing after another had gone wrong, but so far the morning in Vollrath’s office had been the worst. That’s why it was so perplexing that the man himself was able to ease her worries and upset. It put a very slight smile on her lips as she lay and waited for him to fix everything.
His palm ghosted over the skin of her throat, barely touching it, as he tried to not put too much pressure on the bruise that would be painful even if there had been no magic behind it; Vollrath closed his eyes to focus his magic on not only healing but reversing whatever spell or enchantment had been cast to silence her. He could feel the resistance to his mystical powers, and that only served to feed the rage that was building within him; he used that frustration to fuel his efforts to heal her. A slight whimpering from Mahala, as he increased his magic to force back Jonathan’s, made him instantly come to a complete stop with his efforts. He now knew what had happened and why nothing was getting better, and he was going to need one of the other men to fix it. As with handling Johnathan, his solution would be to simply kill him, which would no doubt not make the Coven Counsel happy, and they would now have to be involved.
“Shhh…I won’t do anything more that will cause you pain.” He gently caressed her cheek with his fingertips, then her forehead as he tried to sooth her. “You can still breathe without any problems?” He tried to keep his expression soft and warm, as was his tone, so he wouldn’t upset her any more than she already was. When she nodded, he was relieved that at least it was not getting worse. Vollrath could feel some of the tension in his body ease, as he was reassured that she was not in danger of suffocation. It was just temporary pain, not a risk of death. That he could deal with.
For a moment he thought about which of his friends would be better to send on the required errand for him. “Baldur, can you please come here for a moment?” He heard both men start to approach, which made him chuckle lightly. Both of them were worried; a fact that both warmed and amused him. He knew that they’d gotten off to a bad start that morning, but it did seem they were trying to make up for it. This is why they were his closest and oldest friends, while all three of them were far from perfect, when they made mistakes, they were ready to make amends without question.
“What do you need me to do, Vol?” Baldur was ready for whatever Vol had to say, or so he thought. He looked down at Mahala who looked even smaller than she had before, swaddled in Vollrath’s jacket as she lay with eyes closed. Guilt gnawed at him for how everything up till that point in the day had gone. If he and Elmar hadn’t good naturedly tried to provoke their friend, she wouldn’t have been alone in the office, for everything to have happened.
Vollrath turned, so he was looking at his two friends, his expression instantly changing and becoming malevolent and dark. Both men stepped back and gave him wary glances, not sure if one of them had done something, or if there was another problem. His eyes grew darker to an almost chocolate brown, his brows coming lower and closer together, and his jaw harder and more set, which only added the dark edge in his voice when he spoke. “Go down to containment and knock the asshole there unconscious. If he accidentally hits his head too hard and dies, oops…” His lips twisted into a sardonic smile. “He was trying to kill her when she defended herself and he’s still tied to her because of it. I’d go, but I WOULD kill him.” Vollrath’s jaw clenched again and there was no doubt in either of the men’s minds in front of him that he was serious. That they could see his one hand still lightly caressing the side of Mahala’s face was both unsettling and impressive.
Baldur’s lips thinned, his eyes now darkening as well; not only with what he’d been asked to do, but also with what he knew would have to come later. He’d been in the Coven long enough to know what Jonathan’s actions meant for the Coven as a whole. “I’ll call the counsel when I’m done. We’ll hold the meeting in the main conference room after hours tonight, for judgment on punishment. I’ll make sure he doesn’t wake up until then, and I’ll add another band.” He nodded to Vollrath, and turned and exited the room, his hands balling to fists as he did. Whatever had caused Jonathan to attack her, there would be no justification for almost killing her. If she was human the sentence would normally be death. That she was a new witch coming into the Coven complicated matters greatly, but he had a feeling that the judgment would be exactly the same.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Elmar looked at Vollrath, who he could tell was having a hard time staying calm, and not lashing out at Jonathan through the floors that separated them. Elmar himself was having problems staying still. He needed to be doing something to help. He hated feeling useless.
“Pull down the surveillance feed onto my laptop. Once Jonathan’s unconscious, it should stop back-feeding the spell, that has her voice trapped and the bruise darkening when I’m trying to cancel it out. I want to know exactly what happened in this office, but I don’t want to put her through having to relive it. We’ll also know what the Counsel is going to see tonight and where we need to clip it to keep certain things…private.” His jaw was flexing as Vollrath was trying to control his temper. Elmar could see that somehow, Mahala was remaining calm next to him. No matter what he had said after calling Baldur over, she had not started getting upset again. The woman truly was an enigma, and he was now convinced she was the Lioness to Vollrath’s Lion within the Nachtnebel line.
Baldur reappeared at the door a few minutes later, “you’re clear. He won’t be waking up for….a while.” A tick started in his jaw that had Elmar’s brows raising, and he headed over to Vollrath’s laptop quickly. Two of the most powerful men he knew physically and magically both pissed to the edge of reason, sure he wanted to be near them…like he wanted to be in front of a raging rhino!
“Hold still, love, and this will be over in just a minute. It shouldn’t hurt again.” Vollrath picked Mahala’s hand off of his thigh, turning it over and kissing the palm, before replacing the palm of his other hand against her throat. Closing his eyes, he focused his energy and power, causing his hand to glow and a warmth to spread over the whole area. He could hear Mahala’s breathing deepening, which meant she was relaxing, and that reassured him that this time it was working.
After approximately five minutes, the glow faded and Vollrath pulled his hand back. Baldur was now standing and looking over his shoulder. Both men could see the bruise gone, hopefully this meant that all Vollrath had been doing had been successful this time.
“Babygirl, can you say something so big guy here doesn’t kill someone?” Baldur finally said something, when Vollrath didn’t, earning him a glare from his friend that had him rolling his eyes.
“You’re loud, asshole.” Mahala said softly, making Vollrath laugh.
“She’s not wrong.” Vollrath kissed her knuckles and then pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Rest, sweetheart. I think Elmar’s ready for me over at my laptop. We won’t leave you in the room alone again.” That got him a thumb’s up, so he stood and headed over to his desk, followed by Baldur, who still looked ready to commit murder in an instant.
And it doesn't come with a good retirement plan either. But Eric, Tony, and Hunter really have no other choice.
Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.
Overworked, and underappreciated, Eric Marcelino just wants to hunt the vampires plaguing Ironport, keep his students out of the field, and somehow make it home in enough time to get a full 8 hours of sleep. . . maybe 6.
Tony McMahon and his sister arrive in Ironport looking for a fresh start. Only Tony didn’t count on the instant attraction he feels toward the Huntsman’s golden boy, Eric, nor being drawn into an ancient prophecy set to end the Huntsman forever.
Something strange is brewing in Ironport. With bloodsuckers, the Council of Creatures, and his students breathing down his neck, Eric has to wonder if he’s in over his head and if a potential boyfriend might be the final nail in his coffin. This is gonna suck.
Overkill is a mm paranormal romance perfect for fans of Buffy, and DN Bryn’s Guides for Vampires.
The Hunters of Ironport is a series set in the same universe as Witches of Moondale (just a town over), and thus will have crossover characters from time to time. That being said, it can be read separately if you so choose. For more information on how Hunters of Ironport and Witches of Moondale fit together please visit the author’s website.
AIM for the Best is paranormal fiction that follows young Michael Josephine in his adventures to prove the existence of the paranormal, a slow-going business he has named "Anomaly Investigation and More". A fateful series of events will lead him to find out more about the oddities of his hometown than he had ever seen before.
Finally had my love letter to my determination to create a world where the werewolf/vampire feud doesn’t exist approved to sell in mainstream stores!! Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble and Apple Books, all confirmed!! That feels so good!! Grab a copy for your preferred device! ♥️
I’ve also polished it a bit, and have also added in a sneak peek at the end of the sequel I’m currently working on 😏
Find it here on Amazon!
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Search for ‘Silvered Scars’ in the Apple Books app!!
🫂 I hope you all enjoy this spicy sapphic shifter slowburn 😈 ♥️ 😉
Not proud of it but I've got some big bills to pay so I'm opening up short story commissions.
Price:
-$5.00 per 1,000 words
-If you want 10,000 words or more then the rate goes up to $10.00 per 1,000 words.
-If you want me to write fanfiction then the base rate is $20.00 per 1,000 words, but may be more depending on how much media I have to consume in order to write fic for the work in question. If I've already consumed the work then I'll tell you and the rate will go down to $5.00.
What I'll Write:
-Fantasy, Romance, Horror, and any combination thereof.
-Smut is fine, see the image below the cut for what kinks I will and won't write for. If what you want isn't on there you may ask me about it, but I reserve the right not to write for that kink if I don't want to.
I'll need a basic description of setting, characters (their appearances if that matters to you), and plot.
How:
I use paypal. Message me on Tumblr about what you want and the email address attached to your payapl so that I can request the money, the story will be done within 1-2 weeks and will be sent to you as a PDF file via the previously provided email address.
Here's a format to message me with if you need it:
Hi, I would like to request a (insert word count) story in (insert genre/s) with (insert tropes or kinks). The characters are (insert names, general character traits, descriptions, relationships to other characters, pronouns, and any other information you want me to have) in (insert setting) and they're doing (insert plot/prompt, and if you only want smut then just say at what point I should start the scene). (I do) (do not) give you permission to post my story on your social media. My email is: (insert email here). Thank you.
You are allowed to post whatever it is I write for you in any capacity you want, but please credit me. Lastly, it's okay to ask me questions/request things I may not have listed here, but I still reserve the right to not write what I don't want to write.
You may ignore the giving/receiving part of the image, just tell me who's top and who's bottom. Additionally, if you want a specific position/toy or whatever, just tell me.