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The Ghost King has Arrived!


More than any other series I’ve written, the Red Death Series stretched me as an author. The wide cast of characters, the world building, the fantasy elements and the epic nature of the stories push my limits as a storyteller.  And so, The Ghost King (Book 2 in the Red Death Series} is being released July 24th!

I think you’ll enjoy it, and the world I’ve created, but if you haven’t read Red Death yet, start there - it's on sale now! You can get Red Death & The Ghost King for only 99c until July 26th! Make sure you scroll down to the bottom to enter the rafflecopter contest too! ​

​There's tons going on for launch week, and with the help of Novel Publicity, we hope this book will sky-rocket to the top of the charts. Check out the tour page here - and 4 more that's right 4 MORE  - excluseive excerpts spread among the bloggers who are helping launch this book!

An exclusive excerpt - just for my readers!

Chapter 3 - Casian


     A picture of tranquility, the early morning forestfelt relaxed, as if it had lived a long lifeand had grown comfortable with itself. Tall grasses and thorny bushes gave way to trees. Watercoursed through a small brook in the near distance, and small dashes of color livened thelandscape, the beginning signs ofautumn. Sunlight filtered through gaps in the trees, castingthe forest in soft golden hues, and the air smelled fresh and pure. All appeared as it should havebeen.

     Cassian stood still, his eyes never shifting from the nearby doe. The animal blended almostseamlessly behind a maple tree and dense forest—almost invisible, but little flashes of brownpeeked from behind tree bark and a white wisp marked her tail. Most hunters would havemissed her, but not him.

   Cassian stood still, his eyes never shifting from the nearby doe. The animal blended almostseamlessly behind a maple tree and dense forest—almost invisible, but little flashes of brownpeeked from behind tree bark and a white wisp marked her tail. Most hunters would havemissed her, but not him.

     Small clouds of steam swirled from his mouthin the crisp air. “Come on, sweet doe, justcome out a little bit more,” he whispered as hishalf-brother and his young cousin stood besidehim.

     Cassian and his brother, Lucian, wore long deerskin coats pieced together from the hide ofthe first buck they had killed.

     A rough-spun woolen cloak hung over Cassian’s young cousin’s shoulders. Having not yetmade his first solo kill, Max hadn’t earned a deerskin coat yet.

     Maybe next season Cassian would let him goout on his own. Maybe, if he’d learnedenough by then.

     Lucian grinned. “Do you need help? Do you want me to take the shot, brother?”

     Cassian scowled at him. “You’re not funny.” He turned toward Max. “Most of the doe ishidden behind those branches. I could aim for her hindquarters, but there’s no honor in thatshot. She would run off. We might not be able tocatch her, and then she’d die a slow death.Better to wait for an honorable shot and a quick kill.”

     Lucian rubbed his hands together. “So longas we don’t freeze to death first.”