Death Has No Hold On Us

Death Has No Hold On Us

Death Has No Hold On Us Joan Grey *** The wine tastes odd. Bitter. Johann glances at the glass, but the wine looks normal. Pale gold, reflections of the multicolored lights flashing in the liquid. Narrowing his eyes, he sets the glass down on a nearby table and moves...
Why I Self-Publish

Why I Self-Publish

Okay, so. I write against tropes, a lot of the time. I’m finishing up a paranormal women’s fiction series in which there’s: no sex, no romance, lots of laundry and grocery shopping, a MC who’s An Actual Adult (she doesn’t jump to conclusions, she pays attention to...