Autumn Haunts
September 6, 2026 • No Comments
The weather is hinting at the spooky season. It’s not the cold, although long sleeves and fleece are making their way from the back of the closet. Nor is it the dark—at least not completely. It’s the mood, sweet and mellow as the scent of leather-bound books. It’s the mist on spider webs and the call of geese at sunset. This season unfolds old memories like a paper fan.
My thoughts turn to new creative projects in the fall. Perhaps it is the golden-syrup light, or the sense of turning inward. This is the time of quiet reflection, not the intoxication of riotous bloom. It is the time to hunt ghosts.
A half-remembered idea took me to the older parts of town, where the past seeps through the soot-stained bricks. Words spoken a hundred years gone linger just beyond hearing. A story hides there, around the corner. A shadow of what was, or what it wanted to be if it could choose again.
If I pursue, it will vanish. One can’t chase these haunts with the enthusiasm of a toddler scattering chickens. These autumn shades must be coaxed with offerings of stillness. They evade possession like feral cats among the fallen leaves. The only avenue is patient communion, lingering among books and in coffee houses and courting a certain eloquent mood.
There the story may visit. If I am lucky, I will come away with a voice, an image, or an emotional thumb print to build on. The first warp on the loom. Gently, gently, it must be captured. One unwanted distraction and it dissolves back into the autumn dusk.
If the hunt goes well, a thread is caught—the idea, the whisper, the gift the ghost can offer. It will demand a new weaving, a manifestation built from fresh imagination. That was the blood bargain made in the moment the past touched the living. Once summoned, the haunt is in pursuit of you.
The Market Green at Corsair’s Cove
July 31, 2017 • No Comments
One thing I adore about where I live is how close I am to farm country. Half an hour will get me to fruit and vegetables fresh from the fields, not to mention fresh eggs, honey, wine, and organic meat for the carnivores.
Of course, all things we adore go into our fictional town of Corsair’s Cove. I’ve mentioned the Cove as the setting for an updated group project–keep your eyes peeled for the first release within the next few weeks!
It’s a tourist stop, but that’s certainly not the only industry. Agriculture has always been a foundation of the town’s economy and some of the residents have a keen interest in the farm to table movement. Mack even has his own distillery.
There is a fishmonger’s by the wharf and a market green at the edge of town where farmers bring their wares to sell. They are busy places all the year round, but summer means crowds. Some customers will be the townsfolk doing their regular shopping, but there are others from the marina or camping nearby. Then there are the professional foodies—the chef from upscale Blackthorne Manor as well as cooks from the more modest Zephyr’s Rest Inn and the local café and bakery. Who wouldn’t want to cook with berries still warm from the sun or seafood fresh from the ocean?
The sensory experience of shopping at a farmer’s market is amazing, both as a regular shopper and as a writer. There is a saying that setting is character, and I do believe 
that Corsair’s Cove has emerged as a character on its own. The businesses that make the town run are its heartbeat, and the everyday flow of humanity through places like the market green shows its regular rhythm. Judging by the quality of the produce, I’d say the Cove is very healthy indeed. Stop by for dinner sometime—I recommend the curry at the Zephyr’s Rest.
Possessed by a Wolf – back cover!
January 17, 2015 • 2 Comments
For those wanting a hint at the next Horseman – here is the back cover copy of Possessed by a Wolf, coming to you on May 1, 2015. You know May Day is magical, right?
Wolves mate for life…and wolves never forget their first love
Royal photographer Lexie Haven wasn’t expecting to see her ex-boyfriend Faran ever again. She could accept that he was a spy, but a werewolf? No way. No matter how good they had been together, she has very personal reasons for steering clear of monsters. That is, until he literally crashes into a royal gathering in all his furry glory—and with a gunman on his tail.
Within minutes of seeing each other again, the two estranged lovers are on a collision course. For now, Lexie is a prime suspect in the heist of a priceless ring, and only Faran can help her find the jewel and restore peace to the royal kingdom. But first, Lexie needs to trust in second chances and the supernatural.