New Book Incoming: The Negotiated Death of Sara Glen releases February 24th.

The results of an at-home DNA testing kit reveal the key to eradicating an emerging threat. Getting that key may cost Sara her life. 

I'm still here and still writing. After a number of years working on new material I'm proud to share the first of four books that will be published this year. Like Voltron, all four of these stories stand alone, but interweave into a larger work called All Our Forgotten Futures. 

While Guns, Gods and Robots, dabbled in the golden age of mid 20th century science fiction, The Negotiated Death of Sara Glen is near-future sci-fi that leans into suspense and paranoia. 

Look out for it at Amazon and all your other favorite online retailers. 

Mission Drift: A Single Page RPG Now Available

I took a break between the novels I'm editing and writing to create a single-page RPG for the Tiny Tome game jam. 

Mission Drift

Will you achieve your charity's vision of a better realm or lose all integrity to chase donations

While townsfolk sing songs of adventurers prevailing over ancient evils and visiting rogues tell tales of hidden, distant treasures awaiting plunder, your mind always drifts to the immediate needs of the world around you that are going unmet. With a vision of a better future guiding you and a single gold coin willed to you from your dear departed Aunt, you go forth into the world to attempt a feat that would cause even the realm's bravest warriors to cower: start a charity!

How long can you keep your charity afloat when your donor has drifting interests? What will you compromise to keep meeting the needs across the realm?

Drive Thru Fiction

I posted the two free flash collections and GGR on Drive Thru Fiction and they seem to have found a new audience. 

Trophy Case

I was looking for something else and discovered an older short story of mine was published on The Stray Branch. It's like finding an old business card from a job you no longer put on your resume.

$2.75 Workout - @MicrocosmsFic

By my best estimate, I'm about 20% complete on my new novel and doing a little flash fiction to take a break. This week's Microcosms flash was fun, I got to set something in a place where I get to spend a part of my morning commute.

$2.75 Workout

“C’mon son you only got five days to harden up. You want to take a beating in front of your boys?”

“No”

“Your girl?”

“No.”

“Your momma?

“Hell no.”

“Then get make a fist and get ready.” Doc Greene always closed out his protégé’s workout on the southern side of the 2 platform: the side the subway trains came in fastest. This was after a straight hour running up and down the 42^nd Street station’s stairs, doing inclined burpees on the up ramp to the Port Authority Terminal, and repeatedly deadlifting the recycling bin at the end of the D line where the police rarely patrolled.

“I’m gonna make your fists concrete.”

Julius nodded, jogging in place keeping his heart up and his mind off of the approaching headlamp. Later this week he’d be squaring up with Jackson ‘Big Bronx’ Davis who hit as hard as the oncoming subway car.

Doc Greene shouted, “Stick out those paws!”

The subway roared from the tunnel and Julius shot out his fist. It connected with the steel side of the subway and he immediately retracted it. In quick succession, he pummeled the side of the train as is passed the platform. Each connection more excruciating than the last.

“Jesus what the hell are you doing,” a new voice yelled.

Julius turned to see a policeman, hand on his stun gun, ready to act.

“You keep punching,” Doc commanded the boxer. He turned to the cop. “This young man is training for his upcoming fight.”

“You can’t punch the subway car, son.”

“We paid our fare. This is the only gym we have, man.”

The train stopped and Julius lowered his mangled fists. The officer grimaced and walked away.

Doc turned back Julius, “OK two more trains for your knuckles then we’re workin’ that jaw.”