A title finally!

Okay.  I've finally decided on a title for the third installment of the Secret Salem series.  Drum roll please...  Haunted.

I'm still working on the cover.  I've got one finished, but I need to put it away for awhile and let it marinate.  Sometimes I think I have the perfect cover, but I go back to it after awhile and think...meh.  I can do better.

I'll post it as soon as it's ready.


I thought I'd give a little sneak peek into the new series I'm writing about the lethal lolita Kory Colt.  I'm still toying with the title.  I'll post it when I know it.  Enjoy the except below!




I flew off my bed and jammed my shoes on, grabbing the bat before shoving a knife into my boot.  I was in such a mood already part of me hoped it was Tommy so I had a reason to kick his ass again.  He wouldn’t be walking away with just a cracked rib.  He might not be walking away at all.
My steps were silent as I eased out the back door, heading around the side of the house toward the little alley between my house and the next.  A thick blanket of darkness hugged the night, obscuring the distance until my eyes adjusted.  Anyone else would have been walking in blind. 
Nothing and no one stirred.
Damn.  I was really looking forward to a fight.
I continued down the alley in hopes of finding him hiding on the other side of the house.  Adrenaline coursed through my veins like blood, waking up every part of my body.  Sleep would be nonexistent tonight if I didn’t get a release.
I crept around the house, my breath steaming in front of me.  My head slowly peeked around the corner—and was met with disappointment by the emptiness.  
Well that was a letdown. 
A cold wind blew my long dark hair across my face, carrying a saccharine scent with it.  Probably an empty bottle of J├Ągermeister somewhere, I thought, tucking the locks behind my ear.
Suddenly I felt rather than heard someone approaching me from behind.  The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention while goose bumps prickled my naked arms.  I probably should have tossed a jacket on over my lacy tank.