The anthology, featuring my short story, Stealing Beauty, is currently sitting at #95 for Fantasy Anthologies.
It’s really exciting and I can’t wait for Release Day on Friday!
So, please if you haven’t… PREORDER a copy of Fable now. Myself and the 15 other authors would love to see this anthology reach new heights!
There’s about twelve hours until Organic Ink Volume 1 arrives! Are you excited? I am! I hope you’ve snagged yourself a copy, because the purchase price goes up the moment the anthology goes live!
So, grab it for $2.99 while you still can!
I have two poems, Petals and Darkness included in this anthology and I can not wait for it to hit shelves! It’s so pretty!
Pre-order NOW! At over 600 pages and 50 poets, it’s going to be awesome!
Get Your Copy Here!
Have you purchased your copy of Organic Ink Volume 1 yet? With less than two weeks to go until its release, why wait? And if you need a better reason… it’s only $2.99. The price is set to go up to $7.99 upon RELEASE! (30th June 2019)
I have two poems, Petals and Darkness included in this anthology and I can’t wait for it to hit shelves! Pre-order NOW!
Get Your Copy Here!
This incredible poetry anthology features 50 talented poets who’ve brought emotions and experiences to life in such beautiful ways. I’m truly humbled to be one voice among the fray. It’s going to be huge!
Lost, my collection of short stories is available to pre-order digitally across select retailers HERE. They’ll continue to roll out, culminating with the release of the Amazon kindle and paperback versions, available on the 28th.
The collection brings together all my previously published short stories in one volume, and includes a few new, never before seen stories as well.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
For those of you who would like a taste of the stories within, here is an excerpt from the story, Owl Eyes.
The owl screeched again. The sense of urgency drew Lleu’s eyes back to the sky. There above, a trail of white flowers blossomed before stopping short.
His breath hitched as the bird fell from the sky and landed at his feet. A small cry escaped from his lips. Looking down upon the tiny mass of white feathers, he saw an even tinier heart-shaped crimson stain spring from the bird’s chest.
The owl – Blodeuwedd – was dead.
The crimson stain had barely begun to dry upon the bird’s downy feathers when the creature transformed back into the shapely form of a woman.
Llew sighed and bent to caress the soft – though now cold – cheek of his once beloved and cherished wife.
“Blodeuwedd,” he whispered.