It was a rainy Friday evening in Waxahachie, Texas . . .

Small white country church with steeple

The pastor peered out the window through the heavy downpour.

“Where’s Wendell?” he asked.

“He’s in the bathroom,” Billy replied. “He had the chili.” He went back to digging in his ear, his finger making a squicking sound that could be heard over the rain.


Topic: “Heavy”



#Free Read #Friday – The Gods Must Be Caffeinated



What happens when the gods get together over coffee? Hilarity, that’s what. It’s not easy walking among mortals, but it’s even rougher having to spend an eternity with people you just can’t stand. Here’s a bit:

“Captain America,” snorted Heloha. “Like he was here first.”

“Now who’s getting pissy?” Ares asked.

“I’m just saying, I’d like a word with Stan Lee, making a white guy Captain America.”

“You should be grateful,” observed Apollo. “You could have been born like Baldur.”

“I heard that!” said a sing-song voice from a cozy chair near the window. He closed his magazine, staring pointedly at those around the table. “And what, pray tell, is wrong with being ‘born this way’?”

“I wouldn’t consider being known as “Baldur the Beautiful” to be a point of strength.” Ares smirked as he stuffed the entire muffin into his mouth.

“Well, that’s the classic interpretation. I’m more like Baldur the Fabulous now! And it’s working for me and I get what I want and you can just kiss my amazing, glowing ass.” He opened his magazine back up with a snap, dismissing them all thoroughly.


He Was Dying . . .

Woman sleeping on a medical bed

He felt the life draining from him, sucked away like dust in a windstorm, feeding into the mouth of the creature, leaving him shriveled and contorted. His features were now a twisted mask of terror and agony with no resemblance to the man he used to be. His final breath left him in a rush, captured only by the gaping maw of the evil that held him.


Topic: “Fear”

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#Free #FridayReads: Being One Of The Annointed Is Tough


This is it, ladies and gentlemen! The end times! The apocalypse! Pastor Al Purifoy and his deacons have the inside scoop on the exact date that the world is coming to an end, and now they’re tasked with choosing who gets let in on the secret.

It turns out to be a little more difficult than they thought, weeding out the less-than-worthy of God’s grace, and with a spitfire named Lydia along for the ride, it’s going to get bumpy!

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Read A Copy Of My New Year’s Eve Novella – FREE!


That’s right! Happy end of a really crappy year for most people – ring in the new year with a steamy romance FREE!

Lauren prides herself on being a professional woman with one hard and fast rule: don’t ever date anyone you work with. That all goes to hell the minute Ross strolls in the door, with a wicked accent, a rocking body and a face chiseled by angels. Add to that his single-minded determination to get to know Lauren on a more-than-professional basis, and all her carefully crafted rules begin to blur. From the company holiday party to a New Year’s Eve masquerade ball, Ross teases and torments until Lauren decides to send the old year out with a bang. A really, really good bang.

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