Author Bio
I finally took the plunge and published my first novel last year, a young adult urban fantasy titled Connor and two adult horror short stories tit led Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess and Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess: Soulless . Micco, Anguta’s Reign, a psychological thriller, will be released November 3rd 2014. They are just the beginning of many more books to come as I stay locked up in my office in Colorado spinning more tales
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Micco, Anguta’s Reign
Synopsis
Revelation
can be a disheartening truth
Micco, a
captivating Native American man with a desirable physique and statuesque
features, radiates a mysterious allure. Living on the reservation with his
unapproachable father, he doesn’t believe in the old ways and works as a cop in
the local town. The only reason he lives on the land is Nara, his childhood
friend and the love of his life, who is married to a cruel reservation man.
Waking up in the heart of a murderous scene,
he flees for his life, unfamiliar with his surroundings or how he arrived
there. To his horror, he’s assigned to the case. As he works with the local
detective, more murders transpire with unusual, terrifying sightings of wolves.
His behavior
starts to drastically change, forcing others to take notice. Although trying to
avoid the inevitable, Micco is forced to accept the undesirable truth, unable
to fight what has been awakened, and all that he has forgotten is finally
revealed.
Excerpt
After taking notes, he walked into another
room, a bedroom, to catch his breath and inhale cleaner air. Not that it was
much better. There were bloodstains on the floor and across the bed. By now the
odor clung to his nostrils but at least there were no flies in here.
He looked around for something, anything that
gave a hint that he was here last night. He checked in the closet and took in
the bloody sheets. As he bent down to check under the bed, he heard a peculiar
sound. He stood up to get a better idea of what it was. It was a scratching
noise of some kind coming from inside the room. It sounded familiar but he
didn’t know from where or why it was recognizable. Peering around, he couldn’t
find the source in any direction.
Without warning, a blinding, flashing memory
of screaming, running and piercing noise took hold of him. He grabbed his head,
squeezing it, trying to stop the distorted thoughts. His eyes were blinking
uncontrollably. A sharp twinge ran up his back. It was so excruciating that his
muscles contracted, contorting with a loss of control. He tried to remain
silent, though to no avail. It felt like someone was cutting him open from the
back.
Just as suddenly as it began, it stopped.
Micco found himself on the floor, shirt drenched
with perspiration, panting like his heart was about to jump out from his chest.
Holy shit, what was that?
He stayed there on the cold hardwood floor for a minute, gathering his breath and thoughts. He’d
never experienced anything like that before. The full memories were gone but he
did recall the screaming.
A memory from last night? Please
don’t make me have to go through that pain every time I remember something.
Rolling over to get up, he saw a shirt tucked
in the corner. It looked familiar; it was his own...
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Thank you, Carole. Its looks amazing!
ReplyDeletethank you! your covers are lovely and so are you.
ReplyDeleteI loved reading your biol. you're a very interesting lady!
thanks again.