Weekend Warriors.



Another snippit from the work I currently have submitted, Black Aggie.

Raph strode up the shallow steps and rapped on the glass paned door. A silhouette appeared an instant before the door swung open. Raph took a step back. Holy shit.

Trouble, big fucking trouble. From the top of her sun-bleached auburn curls to the tip of her bare toes. The woman who answered the door was trouble with a capital T.

“Can I help you?” she asked in a raspy, bedroom voice.

Oh shit, oh shit. Her eyes were the yellow green of sunshine through through a glass of 110 proof chartreuse and they stole the breath from his lungs.



Ten sentences to tease your appetite.

From my current WIP, Sundown and Sorrow.

Her finger threaded over the page and landed on a small satellite city that hung off Washington like the toe of a worn out boot.

“That’s him,” she said. “Monte Claire is right on the boundary of Prince William Forest Park.”

Bingo,” Cass said, giving her an excited, toothy grin. It traveled to his eyes and lit up his face. He really was a looker. Strong Wilder cheekbones and jaw, vivid, intense eyes and a bloody nice mouth. The whole family had been blessed with the tall dark and handsome gene, even the only girl, Ariel, but Cass had got the best of their impressive genetic code.

Or maybe it was just the gentleness about him that the rest of his family lacked. Whether it was genes or nature, it worked.

Weekend Warriors



Excerpt from the manuscript I have currently submitted. My heroines first impression of my hero.

Bette wasn’t buying the sales pitch. No way was he FBI or homeland security, not dressed like that, not looking like he did. There was an edge about his raw boned face, a hard set to his stormy gray eyes. This guy was on the other side of the law, without a doubt. What was he doing asking about Jason? Did he know something about her nephews death and was here digging to find out how much she suspected?

Her heart banged in her throat and she had to work not to let her nerves show through her facade of niceness. The need to know what had happened was the only thing stopping her from throwing him out on his scruffy ass.

“How come Jason lived with you?”Agent Jameson asked. Like that was his real name.

Getting off my butt and a new series in the wings.

I can’t believe how long it’s been since I got on this thing. Not very good, but life has been pretty intense of late. I’ll try to be more regular with this.

Anyway, my world has been revolving around my animals, trying to get my horses through a very tough winter and get them ready for the coming show season.

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I lost one of my cats to a twisted bowel, not an easy thing.

11210420_10206220180535018_3232754293622308409_n (1)Poor wee Roux. His sister Rjomi misses him terribly.

On the writing front things are better. I’m playing the waiting game with a publisher on a new series. I was finding myself quite blocked on the third Dominion book and decided to try writing a novella in a totally different world. It was great fun. Something about the snappy pace and economy of words kept it pumping along. With any luck, you’ll be seeing the first Sentinels novella in the next few months.

As usual it’s an urban fantasy, though not as paranormal as the Dominion series. My characters are human in this one and the world is not so far from ours. I’ve been playing around with urban legends, rather than full on mythology. Think ‘gator in the sewers’ or ‘Bloody Mary’ and you’re in my ball park.

Here’s a teaser image to get your imagnation flowing. 2919798035_1d86b200b6_zSpooky ay.

If you want to check out the pictures I’ve been collecting for this series, here’s the pinterest board; https://www.pinterest.com/eviejayne/sentinels-novella-series/

I’m also playing around with a 1st person POV story. It’s a bit tough. I usually switch between my two main characters to tell a story from two POV’s and staying in one head is a challenge to say the least. I’m enjoying it though and breaking a few of the rules with this one. My hero isn’t beautiful, or good and my heroine has more than a touch of darkness in her. I’m enjoying the moral ambiguity and having shades of grey in the way my characters see the world. Things are not so black and white for these two and negotiating the subtle lines between darkness and true evil is their challenge. Lots of fun.

I’ll keep you updated on their progress with snipits from their lives.

Wish me luck with the Sentinels novella that’s in for consideration.

Latest review.

I loved this from start to finish. Not my usual genre of stories but this one had me hooked from the get go. The storyline was riveting, it kept me in suspense as I followed Parry and Cade’s relationship. Normally these types of books can become a bit hard to follow with complicated species and sub stories but this one was easy to follow and kept me on the edge of my seat. Has everything a good book should have ; romance, suspense and a brilliant cast and storyline.
I also hadn’t read the first one but it didn’t seem to matter. Thoroughly engaging I would definitely recommend this.


New Series

Here’s a wee sneak peak of a new series I’m working on.

Unedited and in first draft state.

Black Aggie.


It was nothing like Jason had imagined. Just a wide paved driveway leading between a pair of oaks and splitting in two just beyond the trees. No rusty, spiked fences or barred gates, crumbling tombs or ivy covered arches. Sure the headstones glowed like pale teeth just across a stretch of manicured lawn, but it was a cemetery after all.

He grinned as he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out the folded map. X marks the spot. He set off, taking the left path toward his destination. Man he had it easy, much easier than Pete and Marty. Those poor bastards were probably getting tarred and feathered right now. All he had to do was sit on a statues lap for the night and take a few selfies to prove he’d done it. What a joke.

It got darker the further Jason traveled from the street. The fields, with their lines of bone pale headstones stretched out on either side of the path. Peaceful and orderly, nothing like horror movies portrayed. To be honest, he was a little relieved. He dug in his pocket as her walked, pulling out his mp3 player. The instant he pushed play Lorde’s cover of Everybody wants to rule the world blasted through his headphones. He hit the volume down button, muttering a curse. He didn’t remember leaving the volume up that loud, or even having that album on his play list. He’d been studying the last time he used the player, and he always listened to down tempo electronic when he studied. Always. It was something Bette teased him about.

Shrugging off the trickle of unease that raised the hair on his arms, he started off. The music kept him company as he took one branch after another, heading ever deeper into the ninety acre span of Druids Hollow. By the time the album came to an end he’d left the newer part of the cemetery behind. The tidy rows had been replaced by scattered graves and the lawn given way to rough grass. The trees grew close together, old and gnarled. Giant limbs twisted and bent, sprouting from low on thick trunks. They seemed to stretch toward the earth,almost as if they were trying to dig the bones of the dead from the soil.

Sweat broke out on his palms as the darkness closed in around him. He stopped and wiped them on his chinos, uttering a quick, high pitched laugh. Bloody trees and bloody imagination. The album came to an end, the final song faded out on Lorde’s haunting hum. In

the brief silence he heard something. A whisper sound, like a long breath hissing out between clenched teeth. He froze. What was that?

Jason grabbed the earphones out of his ears and listened. His breath came in and out in quick pants and he scanned the area with widened eyes. Nothing, just the groan of tree limbs in the wind, of fine branches clicking and scraping together. Was it colder than it had been? He rubbed the goosebumps that Bette on his arms.

Get it together! The grave was in this section, just past that thick clump of bushes, if his map was correct. He shoved the phones back in his ears, almost pulling them out with his clumsy, tingling fingers. His steps were quick and he had to fight the desire to check over his shoulder. Surely something was behind him, a long fingered reaching to grasp his neck. He swallowed.

Stop it! Just stop it. He rounded the bushes with a sense of relief that quickly died when he confronted the statue. She loomed over him, an angel of darkness. Her face hidden in the shadow of her shroud, a black hole framed by a drape of stone. A patch of dead grass spread out before her, shriveled and pale in the heart of an otherwise green space. His heart leapt into his throat. Oh god, how was he going to make himself climb onto her lap?

His legs were numb as he approached. God, the marble fabric seemed to move, the shadows stretching and shrinking as he got closer, as if she were a living breathing woman. Jason cursed his stupid imagination. His heart beat heavy and sluggish in his chest, as if his blood had grown thick. He swallowed past the ache in his throat. The perished grass rustled beneath his feet. It was so cold. Why was it so cold? He hugged his jacket tight around his chest, shrinking into himself, and took the final step that bought him to her feet. They were eye to eye, though hers were hidden in the dark hole where her face should be. Why couldn’t he see it this close up?

His hand shook when he reached out to touch her lap, ready to jump back, to run. His heartbeat thudded in his ears, until all he could hear was the rush of his blood. His fingers met cold stone. Nothing happened.

His relief was so strong a wave of dizziness spun through his brain. He barked a laugh. Of course nothing happened. What had he been expecting? She was just a statue, just a cold lifeless hunk of stone. Chuckling at himself, Jason climbed onto the statues lap. The marble was cold and hard under his thighs, rasping against his chinos.

Once he’d settled he took out his phone and snapped off a couple of selfies, with his head pressed against the statues shrouded face. That done he shuffled through the play lists on his mp3 and clicked on an album.

Welcome to your life…

Lorde’s haunting voice echoed in his head. WTF! He’d loaded The Chemical Brothers.

Jason’s hands shook as he stopped the track and tried again.

There’s no turning back…

His heart slammed loudly in his ears. A cold sweat beaded his forehead.

Even in our sleep we will find you..

The music died in a hissing scratch, then flared like a badly tuned radio.

Turn your back on…

His breath came in fast, panting huffs, turning white in the abruptly frigid air.

The world…

Oh god, oh god. He was frozen to the spot, staring at the player. Get up, run! He tried to leap, but something cold and hard wrapped around his chest. A scream ripped from his mouth. Black Aggie’s marble arms began to squeeze.

Reviewers Wanted

I’m on the hunt for a few people to give Scar Tissue an honest review. I’ll provide an e-book copy free of charge and the links to post the review. Leave your email address in the comments and I’ll contact you.

PS; look what I found on Pinterest this morning. dec1fc923a92e9ab56486afd79df36d5Is he the ultimate gargoyle or what!

Off on a Tangent

I was thinking about my blog posts this morning and I realized I don’t really write much about myself. My writing, yes, but my actual life? No.

So I thought I might just do that a little this morning. (Yes it is morning on this side of the world.)

Aside from being an author I have a pretty busy and full life.

I’m a mum to two boys.

poPablo and Otis. As you can imagine, they keep me on my toes.

I’m also a textile artist.


An alternative clothing designer.

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A painter.


And a natural horsewoman.


Okay so it wasn’t so much writing about me, as showing you a little of who I am and what I do.