The third volume of Steampunk Fairy Tales is up for preorder on Amazon. This is a collection of nine stories. Each is based on a fairy tale and has been reworked to fit in with a steampunk motif. Included is my own story, Out of the Tower, which is a retelling of the well-known Rapunzel fairy tale.
As an extra bonus, grab a free copy of Steampunk Fairy Tales, Vol. 2 for a limited time. And, Volume 1 is permanently free.
Hope you enjoy the new book.
He sat, watching the dance of the hearth flames. Promises had been made, kept. Everyone had doubted him. A smile tickled the corners of his face. The wine caressed sweeter.
The door crashed open. His most trusted Continue reading Elastic
“Oh, c’mon. You have to go.” Marcie huffed.
Arjen licked his lips.
“The band is super popular. They’re lit. Everyone loves them.”
He sighed. “I’ve never heard of them.”
Marcie shook her hands in the air. “What’s Continue reading Popular
The children return to school. A quiet, like a familiar blanket pulled snug, settles over the house.
Tick, tick. The second hand cycles the clock face. Sheila sets her Grisham novel down, reaches for her tea. She frowns at the cold cup. Continue reading Leaf
A stranger burst out of his apartment, bumping into him. His keys hit the mat with a thud.
“Excuse me.” She left him standing mouth agape.
He found his Continue reading Organize
They should’ve been done hours ago. Her stupid heels are killing her.
The director is shaking his head as he huddles with the crew.
What would a vampire do? Sarah steps over Continue reading Glaring
Waves beat a tempo on the hull. A steady rhythm that drives back self-doubt, strips away bit by bit at perceptions I once held about my life.
Oars lashed down, I lean back and switch off my headlamp. Continue reading Roz Savage
I’ve always loved stories. Grandfather read them at bedtime. Then he told his stories of the river, the barber shop, or the little elves that lived in his garden.
Words spun worlds in my head, Continue reading Relieved
“I suppose that’s it.” Angus shoveled the student exams in his worn satchel, then rammed the cap on the red pen.
“Aye.” I took another sip of the overly hoppy beer. The place still smelled of fresh paint.
“You’ve made plans then?”
I shrugged. Students entered Continue reading Bottle and Glass
Petals from cherry blossoms flutter through streams of morning sunlight. Katja shivers and asks, “Musst du gehen?”
I don’t answer. “Are you cold?”
The light tumbles through her long hair, Continue reading Blossom