#8Sunday WeWriWa 06/25/17

The WeWriwa page. Check it out. A whole batch of authors, sharing snippets of their work. Visit their blogs, you won’t be disappointed.


Hmmm, this week is a terse conversation between Shannon, Hunter, and a marauding Nomad called Ryan. A WIP, Bloodlines will be released in the Autumn, 2017. Book 3 of The Wildblood series. Because my characters have some ideas of their own suddenly appearing on the page, I’m not certain if there will be a Book 4. It’s a possibility now. I’ll let you know, when I know.

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“Are you calling me riff-raff?” Ryan asked, skeptical.

“You were waving a shotgun at a bunch of old men playing cards on the porch. No, nice people do shit like that, all the time.” She was sarcastic but the fury, the anger, was gone.

It suddenly occurred to Hunter, he didn’t like this Nomad smiling at her. He cleared his throat and stood. Ryan was taller and broader. He didn’t care. “Are we shooting each other, or having supper?”

“What’s for supper?” Ryan asked.

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It’s never boring, when you’re hanging out with the genetically altered. It’s not particularly safe, either. My humans and Altered are living on an Earth, a generation after civilization snuffed itself out. The bad news is – some things never change. The good news is – humans are resilient.

The Wildblood Series

No one remembers what started the war, the big one. Civilization stopped, and what came next was fueled by rage and fear.

Twenty years on, a tiny refuge, a place called The Vista, may be one of the last vestiges of humanity. Isolated, guarded, and hiding a dark secret, the people have survived World War Last, and they are content with that. Their children, however, are not. The search for others will send them out into a world they know nothing about, where the line between enemy and ally is blurred.

The Vista: Book 1 of The Wildblood
What happens, after the end of civilization?

Renegades: Book 2 of The Wildblood
Uncontrollable. Unpredictable. Dangerous. The Wildblood.
Now, Team Three know what they are.

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Before Team Three, there was The Blackout.
Backlash, prequel to The Wildblood

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#8Sunday WeWriWa 06/18/17

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This week, a bit of a conversation between Mac and Ballentyne, his 2nd in command, in Cody. Sometimes, we all need reminded, they survived WW3.

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“The purpose of Cody has always been to protect The Vista. I don’t see that changing, but we can grow here, we can be safe here, we can do this.”

“You had something cooking, when you petitioned Command to get separation from The Vista,” Ballentyne said. “I just didn’t know what.”

“That happened as soon as we got here.”

“Barely five months ago. How long have you known about The Sixth, really?”

“We’ve known for years, someone was watching us – maybe it was them, or Skolkovo. Maybe it’s a group we haven’t crossed paths with, because we’ve been blind until recently. There could be a million people, out in the east.”

“There’s not,” Ballentyne said after a moment.

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Yep, things are about to get interesting for them. With a little luck and some uninterrupted writing time (HA!), this will be off for its first edit in 4 weeks. Wish me luck. I’m sure I’ll have a big promo thing going, too. Check back soon for details.


#8Sunday WeWriWa 06/11/17

Another Sunday. I’m going to kick the writing in to overdrive because I hate getting behind on my self-imposed schedule. If I disappear for a couple weekend, it’s just a couple weekends. I’ll be back.

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Let’s see. Shan and Hunter were having a deep conversation. You can catch that here. This is a little later in the same conversation.

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“Just because Rafe said there was a Sixth on the team, doesn’t make it true.”

“He only implied it.”

“I know, I was there.” Hunter wanted to grab her, and shake her, and tell her not to let Rafe get in her head, but it was far too late for that. “You never answered my question.”

“Short answer,” she offered. “We can’t do anything about Vance, the way things are.”

“Oh, dear god,” Hunter interjected, knowing what was coming next.

“So we’re going to try and change the way things are. If the opportunity presents itself, Wade wants to attempt contacting Skolkovo.”

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FYI – a tiny bit of a spoiler. Skolkovo is a Russian state where Texas used to be.

I’ve updated my covers to reflect that yes, they are part of a series.


#8Sunday WeWriWa 06/04/17

I’m baaaaaaaack. I’ve probably said that before, too. My minor characters have taken over. They burned the pitiful outline and are currently running amok. So far, I’m pretty pleased with them.

Check out the WeWriWa blog, you won’t be sorry. It’s a great place to find writers offering snippets of their work.


My few words. This from the newly-named Bloodlines: Book 3 of The Wildblood. Shannon and Hunter are off on their own, in the winter, in the wilds of Nebraska. They have different ideas of why they are there. Conversation ensues.

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He stopped, regarding her carefully. “How long have we known each other, specifically?”

“Specifically, twenty-two months, and four days. We met in the middle of the night, on the road west of Depot North, mostly because you didn’t know how to drive worth a darn on a little bit of ice.” Shan stopped beside him, curious now, “Why?”

“In those twenty-two months . . .”

“And four days,” she added tenaciously.

“Have I ever acted, or reacted in a way that indicated I was actually stupid?” he finished.

“You have not.”

“When are you going to tell me why we’re really out here?”

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Stay tuned next week for a possible answer to that question! I’m aiming for an early autumn release date.

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#8Sunday WeWriWa 05/21/17

A dash through here to get some words posted!  Check out the WeWriWa Blog to find all the amazing authors participating.


This snippet introduces new characters. It was bound to happen, I suppose, even with the vast amount I already have. The world of The Wildblood is desolate, dangerous, twenty-some years after a biological and nuclear war put an end to civilization. Trying to rebuild is far from simple.

This is a group from Cody (via The Vista)making their way out in the world. Next stop – the Platte River Center, a well-established city on the newly discovered trade route. DeTessa Jardin is an Elder of the city, and in charge of dealing with newcomers. The Many Mothers, from Mad Max: Fury Road, were in the back of my mind as I created her. So now, both versions of that movie have influenced the series.

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“Trading is a good endeavor; humans need to learn to build each other up, not break each other down, not to destroy each other. Do you think we’ve learned that lesson?” she asked Cassie.

“I don’t know, I hope so,” Cassie mulled it over. “What do you think?”

DeTessa patted her handgun. “I think humans are intrinsically violent, war-mongering creatures. I also think they have a vast, and unlimited capacity to learn. It remains to be seen how long it takes, and even then, there will always be those that refuse to evolve, and force the hand of those who try.”

“What can we do?”

“We keep trying.”

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Book 3 is moving along. I’ve stopped setting deadlines for myself, because it’s pointless. When a release date solidifies, I’ll share! The graphic takes you to my newly redesigned website, with many links to my available books.


#8Sunday WeWriWa 05/07/17


Ahh, the weekend! I almost missed the signup this week. I had 11 minutes left. Take a few minutes, and check out all the amazing authors posting their snippets. The links are on the WeWriWa blog, and you won’t be disappointed.

My snippet. This is a first draft, of The Wildblood Book 3, so please keep that in mind. Problems cropping up for my characters, when they thought “things” were all taken care of. They were not.

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The radio signaled an incoming transmission, from The Vista.

“I’ve got it,” Shan called dibs. It was an unscheduled call, and she went straight to a headset, only mildly concerned.

Chris nodded and grinned, swiping a cup off the desk and indicating he was heading for the kitchen.

“Wait,” she said, feeling a twinge of . . . something, her genetically enhanced senses moving into overdrive. “Vista Dispatch, this is Cody Base, go ahead.” Nodding to herself a couple of times, Chris watched as her face froze into the unreadable mask she got when the business was serious. He put the cup down as she started writing on a pad of paper. The high-tech stuff they had, in Cody.

It read ‘Get Mick’.

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Yeah, being downright nasty to them, again. It’s not all doom & gloom. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.

In the meantime, there are 3 books in The Wildblood series available on my website.

Asphalt road and dark storm clouds over it

SFR Brigade May 2017 Showcase


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This month, a new book, one that will actually have the ‘R’ in SFR. I don’t know if it will be ‘R’ rated yet or not. All this is in first draft, subject to typos, and revisions.

Tau Scorpii: Book 1

When Taryn rescues another human from a marauding band of Caeruleum, she knows they won’t be happy that their hunting party was interrupted. She also knows, the male human is as likely to be as angry and unforgiving as his former captors. On Sedna, the desert isn’t safe for aliens. The catch is, most species on the planet are alien, including humans.

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He might already be dead.

Taryn watched from the relative safety of the standing stones until the riders had moved away, knowing she was invisible, for now, in the stark landscape. The Caeruleum were known in the Near Desert for their love of hunting humans, and one of the group was certainly human. He hadn’t lasted long, in the mid-morning heat. They drug him across the sand, another two or three thousand paces, before the smaller captives began falling, forcing the caravan to stop.

Their solar-powered machines, dune crawlers, were common transportation, for those that could afford them, or steal them. This batch was varied, some three-wheeled, and some with only two, a few with windshields, a couple ready to fall apart in a strong wind, sitting out in the open, batteries charging. By the time Tau Scorpii B set, the marauders would have at least two feedings and one sleep. If they continued to move north, the captives were doomed to a life of slavery. A short life, in most cases. The human, even shorter, as they’d set him off on his own, before they continued on. They’d tracked him, kill him, and be on their way. It was routine, what they lived for. Find prey that could put up a fight, and hunt it.

Sedna had hundreds of non-indigenous species scattered across its massive continents, but no native ones. Humans, as the storytellers claimed, had been placed there a few generations earlier. Long enough to become acclimated, short time enough to remember where they came from. They were the only sentient species to give the Caeruleum a real challenge.

The standing stones marked the boundary of territory they claimed. She’d been looking for migration signs that signaled the start of spring, when the drama unfolded. Being familiar with the area, Taryn thought she had a fair to good chance of being able to sneak into the camp, and at least see if the human lived. After they ate, and well after they started into a sleep cycle. It would be up to him, if he would run or submit to his fate. Some males were particularly stupid, when it came to hiding from dangerous things.

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