Just signed contracts with Changeling Press for 4 new short stories. Yay!
If you read the Thirsty series (from Razor’s Edge Press), you’ve already met Nolan, this is his story:
A Vampire’s Thirst
Utter three words – he can walk back into the arms of an archangel.
Nolan was Temperance; he gave all souls moderation in everything. He was good at it, and he called Heaven home until he screwed the wrong archangel! Now he wiled away time as a vampire slayer serving the devil, keeping an eye on Omen’s, a club for otherworldly creatures, and babysitting Lucifer’s son. Not a job he expected to hold for damn near eight hundred years. Nolan yearned to return home.
Waverly Malkuth has a premonition no human should be privy to – she witnesses her own death. It was tearing her apart, filling her with anger and thoughts of vengeance that went against the grain of everything she knew. Giving in to the malevolence growing in her heart carried her into the arms of a man who could only hurry her journey down the deadly path she followed.
Hellacious 2, Slick
Embracing a devious nature sets his heart and soul on fire.
Slick Sathariel, was Satan’s third born, and the youngest triplet. He always keeps the peace and makes everyone happy but himself. Not anymore. Slick is not about to tell the woman he desires that he may be responsible for her lover’s death. He sets out to heal her broken heart, and capture her for himself, but with his family’s prying, Slick may lose the one thing on earth he truly wants.
Marcia Carter spent an hour in the blue-eyed man’s arms and regretted it every day afterward. She had been in the process of extricating herself from an unhappy affair when the handsome stranger said something that caused Marcia’s boyfriend to attempt rekindling their long-dead relationship. Now she was available, and the man pursued her but Marci was not about to share her family’s millions with a poor bastard. One more time, maybe a night…
Hellacious 3, Firstborn
First born of Satan, and he wants to reign in hell!
Wicked Sathariel, the eldest son of Satan finally met his match, and at the oddest of times, she turned up in his head. Accustomed to having his father and siblings rummage through his mind, he couldn’t handle the woman seeing his hellacious thoughts. The only way to lock her out was to keep her in his domain, but Hell was not a place a human lived—unless they were dead!
Lori Thornton’s psychic ability was new and, never one to control her temper or her mouth, she often found herself in bizarre predicaments. One such event was meeting Satan’s first-born and calling him a pretty boy. When his eyes filled with hellfire and he released horns, talons, and the long, leathery, forked tail that swung treacherously behind him, Lori knew her life was about to spin out of control.
J Hali Steele
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele