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Why a black cat can change your life

Black cats bring bad luck, according to urban legends. They’re associated with witches and mischief, which might sound damning… But when you’re a paranormal/fantasy author or reader, it’s not really that bad. In fact, it makes them kind of cool! Black cats are just like 

Win A Kindle With The Case Of The Night Mark (ongoing)

Pre-order the book that’s making this all happen: The Case Of The Night Mark When Detective Samantha Rain gets bitten by a hellhound, she’s forced into the magical world of the Nox, night creatures living in secret between humans. Vampires, Will-O-Wisps, and much more uncommon 

The Afterlife Academy: Valkyrie (ongoing)

The Afterlife Academy specialises in teaching paranormals how to help human souls pass onto the next phase, whether that’s by guiding them gently, preparing them for rebirth, or cutting them loose with a scythe.

Part of becoming a Valkyrie includes learning how to:
– Open the gates of Valhalla
– Train your pet wolf
– Harvest a soul
– Earn wings
– Die and come back from it


Book 1: Valkyrie 101

Book 2: Valkyrie 102

Book 3: Valkyrie 103

Book 4: TBC

Book 5: TBC

Book 6: TBC

Valkyrie 101: The Missing Dusk Wolves

Her dream comes at the price of human souls.

Ylva has always wanted to become a Valkyrie, and now she’s enrolled in her first year at Afterlife Academy, she’s getting her chance. But nothing is simple about bringing souls to Valhalla and she soon finds herself embroiled in ancient rivalries and new friendships.

With more human souls in need of collection than ever before, Ylva and her classmates are about to get a crash course in death.

Valkyrie 101 is book one of the Afterlife Academy: Valkyrie, an urban fantasy academy series with a lesbian romance.

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Valkyrie 102: The Forest Of Illusions

Ylva is about to take a practical lesson in death.

The world is at war and that means extra work for any Afterlife Assistants. Navigating through an army of dead souls is hard enough, but if she wants to save the dusk wolves, Ylva has no choice. On top of that, she still has conflicting feelings about her roommate, not to mention a rivalry with an old enemy.

Becoming a Valkyrie just became a whole lot harder. Does Ylva really have what it takes?


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Valkyrie 103

With the Afterlife Academy in trouble, Ylva and her friends have to find different ways to learn. Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to teach them the right thing.

The war for souls is only just begun. May the best Afterlife win.

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NEW RELEASE: The Vampire Detective

    Fangs For Nothing: The Vampire Detective 1 Some would say there are no real uses for vampires left in this world. Children aren’t frightened by them, they won’t open cans with their teeth, and coffins have gone out of style. But some circles, particularly, 

No ghostwriters behind Arizona Tape (Sprinkles)

There’s been a whole lot of uproar in the book community about plagiarising, ghostwriters, lawsuits and all that stuff. I know, I know, I’m late to the party, but I wanted to make one post about it and that’ll be it. I’m a storyteller and 

0.99 discount on the Love Pill

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Don’t miss my limited sale on my first book, The Love Pill!

Spy Cara Hemlock uses the love pill to seduce her targets — but she never expected to fall for her newest mark: a beautiful woman. Her next mission will take her to places she never expected in this thrilling, heartfelt romance. (BookBub)

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Not Today: Chapter 1

A lesbian romance BY ARIZONA TAPE I stared at the flyer in my hand and followed the laughing and dancing people down the street. It was surprisingly crowded for a regular Monday evening, but it didn’t feel like a different scene than the usual nights. 

Hello, world! (Introducing Sprinkles, the rainbow bat)

If you’ve been following the rainbow bat, you know it’s my personal bat signal for rainbow content. Now I’ve taken this a step further and I’m introducing, Sprinkles. This little rainbow bat will come attached with some of my more personal stories. Most of them 

Grimm’s Dweller (SAMPLE)


Why do certain stories pass the test of time while others fade as soon as they’re written?

Many people before you have have wondered about that, especially storytellers. But maybe it’s time I let you in on a little secret. Maybe it’s finally time to tell my story. But for that, we have to go back. Back in time, I believe you call it.

Over the course of humanity, a lot of things have changed. Stories have been told and retold, over and over again. Not many of them are still accurately remembered today, but that doesn’t mean they were forgotten. Somewhere along the way, someone kept track of the tales for all of us… Dwellers. Like me. There isn’t a place I haven’t seen, not a stone I left unturned. But still, the first years of my life were meaningless and uneventful. I won’t bore you with the detail, I’ll take you to a much more interesting time.

To Will.

“It makes no sense,” I argued, staring into his dark eyes. Will brushed the curls from his forehead and dipped his pen back into the ink pot.

“Why not?” he muttered as he flicked the feathery end of his pen against his chin.

“Nobody wanted to try.”

“Why not?” he asked again, tilting his head.

I shook my head in amusement and pointed at the last words he wrote. “Nobody felt very compelled to try the donkey’s piss.”

“But it turned to wine? I mean, can’t they tell?”

“My apologies, but nobody thought it was that amazing.”

Will lets out a long sigh and scratched away more of his story. “You’re sure they didn’t appreciate it?”

“I’m afraid not,” I replied carefully, recalling the looks of disbelief and contempt on the villager’s faces as one of the brothers introduced his magic donkey. “What would your brother write?”

“Jacob?” Will scoffed as he threw his quill down on his wooden desk. “He’d probably make the donkey piss gold, that pompous twat.”

I chuckled as I watched the ideas lit up brain. He dipped his pen back into the dark ink and scribbled down more words. The metal tip screeched over the parchment and I could see the ideas and worlds swirl in his mind. It was a joy to watch him at work, a genuine pleasure to see the cogs turn in his brain. Yes, being around storytellers definitely made living worthwhile. And Will was one of a kind, even though he didn’t believe it.

“What do you think, Gris?” he asked, pushing the paper towards me. I stifled a grin and bent over his words. He kept forgetting I didn’t need to words to see his story. With one small touch, I could watch it unfold in his head as he penned it down. The perks of being a Dweller.

“I think it works, but I’ll have to get into the story to know for sure,” I added, eager to return to his tale.

“You’re able to make another trip?”

“If you want me to dive right in?”

“If you could?” His hopeful eyes beamed and I couldn’t resist. Jumping into their worlds was the best part of my life.

Will leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his exhausted face. “Thanks, Gris. I appreciate it.”

“I’ll see you in a moment,” I smiled. I placed a hand on his shoulder and closed my eyes. With a deep breath, I called upon the ancient magic swirling through my veins as I asked it to reveal the pathways to Will’s mind.

A cold chill swept through the room and the circular portal opened in front of me. I nodded at Will and he nodded back. I didn’t need his permission or consent to wander around in the fictional worlds he created, but I found it to be a bit more polite. Especially since I did consider him to be my friend.

I brought the hood of my cape up and brushed the frame of the portal. As always, the magic sizzled as I set foot in Will’s world. Just like when I met him, he still changed his world too much for the universes to be of solid form. But I didn’t mind, I liked walking around in the fickle parts of his imagination. Especially now that I had the chance to influence his stories. I quickly shook that thought out of my head. It didn’t belong there. We were not a folk of storytellers and we shouldn’t have the desire to be one. I didn’t want to be a storyteller. I didn’t want to be a storyteller. I was a Dweller.

A children’s rhyme from my childhood popped in my head and I shook it away. The teasing chants of my friends shouldn’t affect me still, but every now and then, they resurfaced.

Dweller, dweller, not a storyteller.

No, I couldn’t let old voices disturb new thoughts. I was working with Will now, and I was just doing my job. I was checking his universes and making sure nobody unwanted slipped in or out. I hovered my hand over the wooden door of the inn and paused. Just my job, right?


This is the end of the first chapter. Travel through the portal with Gris in the rest of the books and end up in Will Grimm’s fairytales.

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WOULD YOU SAY YES TO AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE? JJ wouldn’t. But arranged marriages are Earth Dragon custom and if there’s one they love, it’s tradition. Before JJ binds herself to an unknown spouse, she wants to meet Pete first, the dragon she met through her