Enjoy the new covers and if you haven’t picked them up, give them a look!
Hey everyone, this year is just flying along, isn’t it?
If you missed it, last week I released Valor’s Stand, the fifth and final book of the Children of Valor series. While the YA series is done, the stories of the characters will continue later this year with the War of Valor series. If you’ve already read it, please leave me a review. If you haven’t read it, well, why not?
I’m trying to get Stolen Valor finished and ready for publishing here in April. Unfortunately there’s a lot going on in my life (seriously, if the powers that be would ease up a little, that would be nice), so I may not make it. I’m also working on A Cold Day in Hades, the next Argonauts book with the 4HU. If all goes well, I’ll be sending that to the publisher around the end of the month and depending on their schedule, you should see that soon(ish).
Writing projects on the deck after that is a return to the Eoriel Saga. It’s been far too long, but I’ve got the next 3 books plotted and I want to get the 4th book finished and released in the next couple of months. Moving on from there, I plan to close out the 7th book of the Shadow Space Chronicles.
The audiobook of Valor’s Child has been sitting in the review process for a while, so I’m hoping it will be approved soon and released to Audible in the next week or so. The narrator, Honey Wirth, did an absolutely fantastic job and she’s already started in on Valor’s Calling.
This has been a busy year so far, but I’ve managed two releases in three months. Here’s looking at turning that into 3 releases in 4 months!
That’s all for now. Thanks for reading!
Hey everyone, October is here! I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, so here’s what you can expect:
I’m happy to announce that I plan to release the first book from my post-apocalyptic series, Dead Train: All Aboard. This series follows the adventures of a group of survivors in a zombie apocalypse, who are travelling by train as they seek safety. You can expect Dead Train: All Aboard on October 12th.
I’m currently mostly done with my latest work in progress, which is titled Lost Valor. Lost Valor is the first book of the spin-off series Forsaken Valor, which is a spin-off of the Children of Valor series. Those of you who read Valor’s Cost can probably guess the identity of the main character. My goal is to finish it up and publish it 26 October. I’m really excited to get this one out, because it’s a very different story-line and set of experiences from the Children of Valor series but just as action-packed. I’m hoping you all will enjoy it just as much as I have writing it.
Finishing off the month, I’m putting the finishing touches on book three of the Rising Wolf series. Yes, I’m finally getting back to Melanie and Fenris. This third book closes out the initial story arc and brings their initial arc to a close.
What I’m working towards with all three of these series (Children of Valor, Forsaken Valor, and Rising Wolf) is to set the stage for the greater conflict that’s been brewing in the Periphery. I hope to tie all three series to a close and then start a series I’m currently labeling The Colonial War, which will cover a greater conflict involving Drakkus, the Star Guard, Century and other systems. That in turn sets the stage for more events yet to come. Suffice it to say, there’s lots of exploding space-ships in the future of the Star Portal Universe.
Closing out October, I plan to start the second Argos book, the sequel to The Colchis Job, to be published with Chris Kennedy Publishing. I expect to finish it sometime in November, so ideally you can expect it late November to early December. After that, it’s the fifth book of the Children of Valor series and the second book of Forsaken Valor. I’ve got a very full plate at the moment, but I also intend to get the seventh book of the Shadow Space Chronicles out as well as to finish the fourth book of the Eoriel Saga.
Did I mention I’ve got a lot on my plate?
October is here and with it, a new book published. That’s right, in case you missed it, I just released Valor’s Calling, the second book of the Children of Valor series. The feedback I’ve received from my alpha and beta readers has been really great, and I think you all are going to like it a lot. In case you’re not reading the series, Valor’s Child (the first book) has been on the top 20 of its category for the past three months.
So what’s next? Well, I’m putting together the next Shadow Space Chronicles book, but I’ve also had something else on my mind… or in my brain, possibly. In fitting with the time of year, I’ve been stuck on zombies. I’ve got the first book done and I’m shopping it around to a couple of publishers. If they like it, you may see it sooner than you expect.
Coming at the end of the month, you can expect to see Prisoner of the Mind. If you’re a fan of movies like Push, Carrie, and Firestarter, then you may well enjoy this story. It’s a near-future setting in the Shadow Space universe that covers the origins of a variety of powerful psychic/psionic characters in the universe. I’ll be publishing it near Halloween (Expect it around the 28th of October).
In the near future, I’m outlining the third Fenris book, and I plan to deliver that to the publisher before the end of the year. I’m way behind on that one, but expect to see more from Mel and Fenris before too much longer.
I’m also working on a couple of other projects, including a steampunk novel, the next Renegades book, and the next Eoriel Saga book, and the third Children of Valor book.
Thanks for reading!
Hey everyone. In case you missed it, I just released Ghost Star, Book 6 of The Shadow Space Chronicles. So what else is new?
Well, I finished Valor’s Calling, the sequel to Valor’s Child last month. It’s out with my alpha readers now. I’m hoping to have it edited and ready to go on the 30th.
What am I working on now? A super-secret project that I’m hoping to have done and sent out soon. It may or may not involve hordes of ravening undead. My writing progress on it is going well and I’m hoping to have it done within the next few days.
My next project after that is The Lost Heir, Book 7 of The Shadow Space Chronicles. Expect lots of explosions and weapons fire. If all goes well, I’ll have that one done by the end of the month.
In my queue after that, I owe my readers the fourth book of The Eoriel Saga, the third book of the Fenris series, and the fourth book of The Renegades series. I’ve got another mystery project I’m working on after all of that. Over the past two months I’ve written three books and I hope to make good progress through the rest of the year. I can’t promise that I’ll get all four books out over the next few months, but I promise I’m working on them and they’ll be out just as soon as they’re done and I feel they’re ready.
Thanks for reading!
December is here! Happy Holidays to those who celebrate.
I’ve finished The Temple of Light, fifth book of the Shadow Space Chronicles. I’m putting the finishing touches on the first round of edits and hope to have it to my beta readers soon. With the holidays, that means it probably won’t be ready to publish until early January.
I’m really excited to get this book out. It’s got a fantastic cover coming, tons of action, and I think everyone’s going to love it. I’m going to create a launch page on Facebook, and I’ll link that here as soon as I do.
Speaking of the Shadow Space Chronicles, I’m reviewing the audiobook narration for The Prodigal Emperor, the third book of the series. I’m hoping to have that reviewed this week and that means it’ll hopefully be released before Christmas, so perfect timing for listening to spaceships exploding over the holidays.
As far as writing, I’m currently working on Heir to the Fallen Duchy, book four of the Eoriel Saga. This is going to be a big book. As the quest to repair the Starblade begins, the main characters will face all new threats (and some old enemies we love to hate). I’m having a blast writing it and I can’t wait to finish it and get it out to all of you.
That’s all for now. I hope to have some book and movie reviews for everyone soon. Thanks for reading!
Young Midshipman Wachter is about to face the rope.
Troubled by the rumors spread throughout the Southern Fleet, the young officer turned to the Marines and Sailors under his command… yet he and they were betrayed, arrested, and convicted of mutiny, all under the orders of the ambitious Lord Admiral Hennings.
Faced with the prospect of not only his own death, but that of the men under his command, Wachter must somehow find a way to do the right thing. Yet there is little hope with he and his men jailed, weaponless, and condemned, while the town of Freeport lies under martial law and the threat of dark sorcery.
Only one course lays open to him, to break his oaths and to swear allegiance to the cause of another, to become exactly what his enemies have accused him of being: a mutineer.
Sometimes it’s hard not to kill anyone.
Mason McGann is a smuggler, a liar, and a cheat. With his ship impounded by customs, he figures he has no choice left but to auction off information about the lost Dreyfus Fleet. But things are never what they seem when you hold information that can change the course of history. All Mason wants is to buy his ship back, but he might have already set greater events in motion than he realizes.
Mason has to deal with a rogue military commander who is willing to kill for the power to conquer entire star systems. Worse, he’s going to have to face his own past…
There’s nothing in it for him, just his own stubbornness and the knowledge that if he doesn’t take a stand, millions could die.
Look to the Stars is a short story in the Shadow Space Universe
Fate of the Tyrant is now live! Get your copy just in time to enjoy over 4th of July weekend right here. (I promise there’s plenty of explosions)
The Tyrant’s time has come.
Winter has come to the Five Duchies, a time of bitter cold when noblemen scheme and commoners wonder how to feed themselves through the long, dark months.
In the far north, the Warlord Tarjak Rusk stirs his forces, guided by the wizard Xavien, Herald to the dark spirit Andoral Elhonas. Xavien knows that the time has come when the Five Duchies are vulnerable… and with the might of his master behind him, Xavien could conquer the civilized lands as an undisputed tyrant.
In the Duchy of Masov, Duke Hector the Usurper faces a civil war, brought on by the survival of Lady Katarina. If he doesn’t squash this rebellion with the coming spring, he’ll face a war on two fronts. Yet even if he wins victory, it will be a hard fought one against his own people, leaving scars that might never heal or even shattering the Duchy into splinters.
The fate of the Five Duchies might well be decided in Masov, but if Hector and Katarina cannot resolve their differences, then they’ll only be the first to fall to the raiders from the north. Only if they can unite against him can they seal the fate of the tyrant.
You can get Fate of the Tyrant from Amazon as paperback and ebook.
I’ve got the full map of the continents of Eoriel and Noriel posted to the Eoriel Saga Geography page. You can follow the link or find it under the Eoriel Saga tab at the top of the page. In addition to the map, I’ve added some information about the world of Eoria.
Lord Hector the Usurper Duke
Castle Ember, Duchy of Masov
14th of Ravin, Cycle 1000 Post Sundering
Lord Hector considered the map for a long while before he slowly removed the last yellow peg from the hole near Lower Debber and replaced it with a red one. With the loss of Lower Debber to Lady Katarina’s forces, he had no garrisons remaining in the south. Not that I believed I could keep it, he admitted to himself, but I hoped it would at least occupy some of Katarina’s forces over the winter.
The town’s militia had some loyalty to him, seeing as his father, the late and unlamented Lord Mikhel, had called the town home. Moreover, he’d exempted them from much of the wartime taxes elsewhere in the Duchy, mostly because they had provided their taxes in quality steel that his smiths turned into weapons and armor. Now that steel would go to Katarina’s forces. The garrison had fallen to a mix of sabotage and diplomacy, from the little he had heard.
That left him with just handful of notionally loyal mercenary bands in the south, most of them little more than bandits at this point. Covle Darkbit’s force was the largest, yet Hector felt little trust for the man. The rumors passed along by his informants made it clear that while Darkbit hurt Katarina’s forces, they had utterly alienated the general populace.
I wish I had listened to Kerrel and executed him, Hector thought, at least then there would be less blood on my hands. The weight of his mercenary’s actions had grown upon him. It was one thing to sack an Armen raid camp… it was quite another to hear the reports of this or that village burned to the ground, its people turned out into the coming winter.
And not all of them at Covle Darkbit’s hand, Hector thought with resignation. There were red pegs in other locations than the south. Most, if not all, were isolated by his own forces, but some would hold out the winter and he knew that his forces would be too dispersed to defeat them all and still guard the south against the army that Katarina would field in the spring.
This had all spiraled out of control and Hector knew exactly whose fault that was. At least he had savaged the Armen enough that they shouldn’t be able to come south in force. If nothing else, they would have to overcome his forces on the Lonely Isle first, who would have the entire winter to fortify and ready themselves.
While the Armen could bypass the island, their raiding sloops would be low on supplies and their fighting men would need days or even weeks to regain their feet after such a long ocean journey on their light vessels. Odds were, whatever Armen were desperate enough for such a journey wouldn’t be in any condition to be a real threat.
Still, he thought musingly, some will probably try it. His last messages from his spies in the north had reported the winter infighting to be particularly brutal. It sounded as if Tarjak Rusk had begun an attempt to unify the Semat Armen, much as Marka Pall had unified the Solak. If that were the case, Hector could expect a number of raiding parties from those forced out, made up of the desperate survivors. In a cycle or two, Tarjak Rusk would probably come south in force, backed by a larger, more cohesive army. I can only hope that bastard Tarjak comes within reach of my blade, Hector thought. He would have to plan for that… assuming he could survive the civil war in his own lands, of course.
Hector turned to face the woman who had stood silent as he pondered the map. “No words of wisdom? No criticism of my tactics?” He saw her lips go flat in disapproval and he restrained a sigh. The barbed comment had been out of line. Despite Commander Kerrel Flamehair’s stated disapproval of his tactics, she had backed him in every way that mattered. Furthermore, she’d nearly been killed by Grel the Hound, who had proven to be an agent, witting or otherwise, of a sorcerer.
At least I can thank Katarina’s forces for dealing with that particular monster, Hector thought with some minor relief. The mercenary had been his tool for dealing with the least pleasant of tasks. He had become a monster somewhere along the way and Hector had simply used him as a blunt instrument, to smash his foes and create fear.
“I’m sorry,” Hector said to Kerrel. “That was out of line.” He sighed as he stared at the map of the Duchy… and considered the areas where he didn’t know enough to put a peg. “What do you think about Countess Darkriver?” Hector asked.
Kerrel sighed, “I would say that holding two companies of hers as hostage to her good behavior would be enough, but I’m not certain anymore.” She shrugged, “She has no way to contact them, not since you locked down on passage to and from the Lonely Isle, but she’s a hard one to read.”
Hector nodded, “And she’s capable enough of risking her people. If she thinks signing on with Katarina will swing this civil war to a close before I can have her people killed in response… or that I would hesitate to do so, then she might do it.”
“Would you kill them?” Kerrel asked
Hector sighed, “To set an example? I wouldn’t hesitate. I know you trained with them, I know you served with them. Andoral’s black balls, I know they saved my ass when the Vendakar mercenaries betrayed me… but if they turn to Katarina’s side I will have their officers executed and their enlisted men hung.” Hector shrugged, “I cannot allow any of my men to think that I will tolerate rebellion… or that I won’t punish disloyalty.”
“And Covle Darkbit?” Kerrel asked in an echo of Hector’s earlier thoughts.
“I should have strung him up,” Hector shrugged. “But now he’s the only commander left south of here. Which means when the spring comes, I’ll have to move my forces north.”
“You’re abandoning Castle Ember?” Kerrel asked in surprise.
Hector sighed, “Not entirely. I’ll leave a small garrison, enough to hold it against anything but a full out attack and possibly even then since the rebels will have little experience in siege craft.” Castle Ember was the Ducal Seat. The stone walls around them had seen thousands of cycles of history and legends said that the first Starborn to arrive in the Duchy had helped to design the fortress. It was the cultural and symbolic center of the Duchy as well as one of the strongest fortifications in the known world. Yet so was the Ryftguard, Hector thought, and Katarina took it away from me.
Hector stared down at the floor beneath his feet. In truth, it pained him to abandon the place. It went beyond its symbolic value. This was the place he had been raised… and it was where he had risen to power, over the cooling body of his aunt and uncle. To abandon it now felt as if he had them killed for no reason, that his rise to power had already been undone.
Kerrel didn’t seem to have an answer to that. Hector waited though, and soon enough she asked the question that he knew was on her mind. “Have you considered another attempt at peace?”
“I think that between them, Grel and Darkbit thoroughly destroyed all chances of that,” Hector responded. During the talks at the Ryftguard, the two had attempted to seize the gates and someone, presumably Grel, had stabbed Kerrel. In the process, they had destroyed any credibility that Hector might have. Worse, they had then attacked the rebellious city of Zielona Gora which backfired in the destruction of most of Covle Darkbit’s forces and Grel’s death.
“I’ve met Katarina,” Kerrel said. “She doesn’t want a civil war any more than you do. Maybe if you send me…”
Hector shook his head, “At this point, winter has closed most of the roads. You’d have to travel in strength, carry all your supplies in… you’d need an army to pack everything in and you would look like an invading army. No, if we do something like that, it will have to wait for spring.”
Kerrel nodded, though he could tell from her expression she didn’t like to leave it for so long. Still, she hadn’t read some of his reports. Even now in late fall, there were rumors of heavy snows and bitter cold. Those storms had driven normal people down out of the mountains… but it also sounded as if the Norics had been driven down out of the peaks… along with some of the sorcerous spawn from around Black Mountain. Even assuming the rebels didn’t attack her, she still might have a serious fight on her journey, and Hector wasn’t about to put her to pointless risk as the only field commander he trusted in the south. Especially not since I nearly lost her already, he thought.
The long seasons of Eoriel were both blessing and curse. While he had accomplished so much in the long spring and summer, with how the weather had come in so suddenly in the southern highlands, he had lost four months of the fall and would lose all six months of the winter. Even assuming that spring broke early, he would lose ten months, ten long months in which Lady Katarina’s people would have to plan and prepare for a spring campaign. And though winter had closed down the roads to large forces, the southerners knew how to handle those heavy snowfalls better. Their towns were designed with interconnected homes and steep roofs to shed snow. Their people knew how to travel with snowshoes, pack-sleds, and skis, while many of his mercenaries and recruits from the lowlands had less experience with such heavy snow.
Hector had two companies from the fallen Duchy of Taral, but he didn’t want to feed them into the borderlands that had become such a charnel house.
Besides, he had some doubts over their loyalty in fighting the southerners. While it was true that most of the mercenary companies from Taral had few ties, it wasn’t inconceivable that they might feel some sympathy or even camaraderie with the southerners, being high country folk themselves. Even if they didn’t change sides, they might well desert if given a free route through the Ryftguard and back to their homeland.
“If you’re withdrawing, when do you plan to march?” Kerrel asked, even as she moved up to look at the map. Once again, her odd mix of strength and beauty struck Hector. Her bright red hair matched her fierce temper, the powerful muscles and her lean frame told of her toughness, yet still held more than enough feminine curves to make his blood stir.
“In the next couple weeks,” Hector said. “My quartermasters are still reviewing their plans. I’ll need to crush a couple of the rebel outbreaks here in the south to cow any chances at a general uprising. His gaze went to a red peg at Castle Redcoast. He had not expected the jolly Baron of Redcoast to rebel. The man had seemed far too comfortable in the enjoyment of good food and his barony’s fine table wines. Yet rebel he had… and as the only lands to do so, he was a marked threat. If the rebels somehow linked up with him, or worse, he somehow forged an alliance with the Grand Duchy of Boir, Hector would find his forces flanked and any defense almost impossible. “We’ll march as soon as the logistics is sorted out.”
She nodded, “Well, then, my Lord, I’ll go and check on my command’s preparations.”
He winced at her chill tone, but he nodded to her in dismissal.
As she stepped out of his conference room, his gaze went again to the red pegs on his map. It would be a long winter.