DARK DIVIDE, an e-book novella in which Cormac and Amelia have An Adventure, is due to go live tomorrow!

There’s still time to preorder on Amazon, Nook, and Apple.

Here’s a sneak peek:

Domingo seemed hesitant to enter the cabin, so Cormac pushed past her and took a look around.

The place had a sour, musty smell that indicated the man had been dead for a few days before he’d been found. That only contributed to the unconscious creeping fear tugging at his perception. A spot of movement at the edges of his vision. He looked, but nothing living was here. There should be mice in an uninhabited cabin like this. Bugs. Birds. Anything.

As Domingo said, the pantry was stocked. A set of shelves on the back wall was filled with canned food: vegetables, tuna, pasta. A couple of cupboards likely held more. Out of curiosity, Cormac opened a drawer and found a can opener, so that wasn’t the problem. He was willing to bet the propane tank outside was full enough to run the gas stove by the wall. In another corner stood a desk covered with USGS contour maps, pens, pencils, a stack of worn notebooks, binoculars, compass.

The bed where Weber died was a basically a cot, with a thin mattress, made up with white sheets and a government-issue-looking wool blanket, a single pillow. The pillow still held a depression, a crease where a head might have lain. The blanket had been smoothed out.

He knelt, looked under the cot, and found two things: a jackknife, blade open and ready to use, but then dropped, discarded. And a piece of bone, smooth and flattened, probably part of a rib…


Newsletter and Preorder info!

September 26, 2019

Here’s your reminder that I periodically send out a newsletter, mostly letting people know about upcoming releases. You can see the new issue here, and click to subscribe if you like.

This one has all the pre-order information for all the Kitty-related novellas and such coming out over the next six months or so, in one convenient spot! Like this:

DARK DIVIDE (Cormac and Amelia #1), due out October 10.

On Kindle

On Nook

BADLANDS WITCH (Cormac and Amelia #2), due out November 12.

On Kindle

On Nook
THE IMMORTAL CONQUISTADOR, due out in March in trade paper and e-book.

Preorder from Tachyon Publications



I’m releasing two Cormac and Amelia e-book novellas this fall, and the links are now available for preorder! (The books will also be available on iTunes, and I’ll post those when they’re ready. I’m doing this in baby steps while I’m on an Oct 1 deadline for another project, so your patience is appreciated!)

DARK DIVIDE (Cormac and Amelia #1)

On Kindle

On Nook

BADLANDS WITCH (Cormac and Amelia #2)

On Kindle

On Nook

He’s an ex-con supernatural bounty hunter. She’s a disembodied Victorian wizard. Together, they fight crime!

Cormac and Amelia return

September 5, 2019

So, I’ve been working on a couple of things:

These will be e-book novellas, and I’m planning on having them out in October and November. I’ll get pre-order links up just as soon as I have them. But since I have covers, I wanted to show them off.

I always planned to spin Cormac and Amelia off to their own series when I wrapped up the main Kitty arc. A lot of stuff intervened to keep that from happening on the timeline I envisioned — I changed agents, my editor at Tor died suddenly, etc. etc.  I have a post I want to do on “career strategy,” the advice people give on career strategy, and how every time I’ve tried to strategize my career it’s blown up in my face. Anyway.

The thing that’s always saved me is to keep writing, and I’ve done a lot of that. And I’ve finally got Cormac and Amelia off and having adventures. I’m SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY these stories are finally going to see the light.

I hope you like them.


The Immortal Conquistador

August 1, 2019

Sorry about the silence and the spotty posting. I had family visiting this weekend and so was off on adventures like hiking Garden of the Gods and taking my 7 year old niece to Casa Bonita. She’s the perfect age for it because Black Bart’s Cave was too scary.

And now I’m back, and getting ready for Worldcon in Dublin. I’m on a bunch of programming and hope to have some good adventures.

Meanwhile, I have a cover reveal.

(Art by Rebecca Harp.)

The Immortal Conquistador is all stories about Rick the vampire, who has become one of my favorite characters to write about.  Half of this is reprints — “El Conquistador de la Noche,” “El Hidalgo de la Noche,” and “Dead Men in Central City.”  Taken together these stories have a great western frontier flare that are a big reason why I keep writing stories about Rick. I love that milieu, and he’s got 500 years worth of stories to tell.

The other half of the book is a brand-new novella that jumps back and forth in time. It tells what happened to Rick immediately after the events of Kitty Rocks the House, and back to 1848 and that one time Rick ended up in Santa Fe…

But I say too much. You’ll have to read about it. It’s due out in February from Tachyon Publications.

Barnes and Noble did a write-up on the whole thing here.

Stay tuned. More announcements are on the way. I don’t have a novel coming out this year, but I do have 5 novellas coming out over the next year. Apparently I’ve been busier than I thought…



So things are happening, and I’ve got stuff to promote.

Patrick Swenson of Fairwood Press and I talked back and forth about something fun and cool and different we could do, and we came up with this:  a limited, special edition hardcover of my novella Paranormal Bromance, my story set in the Kitty series about 3 Gen-X vampire roommates (that I wrote WAY before What We Do in the Shadows came out, I’d just like to say.) I published this as an ebook a few years ago, and an audiobook earlier this year. But this will be the story’s very first time in print. We’re only doing 500 copies, signed and numbered.

The edition will be out in October, but you can preorder and get a special discount over at the Fairwood Press site.

And the new cover:

“You know, it’s exhausting,” Ben said, and took a long draw on his bottle of beer. “It’s like every other month there’s this new ‘Once every hundred years’ super-special moon-related event we’re supposed to be paying attention to. How do we know? How do we really know if it’s important? Are we really letting Facebook decide this stuff for us?”

We were naked, sitting next to each other, backs propped up against rock, part of a pile of boulders slumped up on the hillside. He offered the bottle. I took a drink and handed it back. The beer wasn’t cold anymore, but it was still bubbly and sent calm through my limbs as it went down.

“Yeah,” I said. “Before social media no one really paid attention to this stuff. But it’s not like it isn’t *interesting.*”

“Interesting, sure, but is it *relevant*?”

Across the clearing a wolf howled. The sky wasn’t full dark yet but had that rich deep blue edging to twilight. Soon, the fat full moon would rise. Our werewolf pack had gathered, like we did every month — or every now and then, on a blue moon, twice a month. A few of us had already turned, and the wolves yipped and played. Others were still in human form, pacing, resisting the call of their other selves demanding to burst free.

All of us were waiting to see what it meant, this super blood moon thing or whatever the hell they were calling it. What supernatural forces we’d be subjected to, out of our control and knowledge. Ben was right, it really was exhausting.

He continued. “What if Earth had five moons, hm? What if we were on, like, Jupiter, with thirty moons? Then what would happen? What would it be like being a werewolf on Jupiter?”

“We’d be crushed under the massive pressure of its atmosphere and tremendous gravitational forces,” I answered.

“Oh. Yeah. I suppose so. So everyone who’s ever talked about a cure for lycanthropy–has anyone suggested just blowing up the moon?”

I looked at him, his scruffy brown hair and his scrunched-up, thoughtful expression. He was awfully cute.

“No, honey, I don’t think they have.”

We were waiting for something–something else, apart from the usual full-moon madness to happen. A few more of us shape shifted. The clearing had more wolves than people now. Another howl burst out.

“Are you really worried?” I said, turning so I was curled up next to him. Ben set down the bottle and put his arms around me.

“I’m always worried.”

Yeah. Couple of werewolves in this crazy world? A lot to worry about.

I said, “Maybe. . .what if. . .just this once. . .we didn’t worry about it?”

An oversized wolf raced up to us, yipped eagerly, and darted away again. The moon was rising. It was time to go.

Ben bent his forehead to mine. “You know what? That’s so crazy it just might work.”

And then we all howled at the moon, the inconstant moon, together.