Romance isn’t always sweetness and light. On the raw edge of desperation, men and women are rarely gentle flowers to be admired. They are not fluffy French pastries to be leisurely savored on a Sunday morning with tea.
They are warriors, trained to fight what no one should have to; survivors and scholars, thieves and liars, men and women with secrets and scars. They are a shot of Wild Turkey with a bullet in the bottom of the glass.
A witch hunter’s world is death and murder. Amidst the towering spires of the City of Glass, the dangerous men and women of the witch-hunting Mission are pitted against forces of magic and blood. A tenuous bond of hardship and conditioning is put to the test each night a missionary is sent into the dark foundations of the city that hides worse than the poverty that crumbles within.
Can a missionary survive alone? In a society where death has become the answer to all problems, where magic and murder have become synonymous, is there any hope that the love of a forbidden union can heal a soul blackened by memory?
After a lot of time and a lot of smearing various amounts of blood and brain matter on the ubiquitous brick wall, the title is official: Blood of the Wicked will be my debut novel. It introduces the City of Glass, and begins the long, sordid tale of a metropolis with its feet mired in bones and towers grasping for the untouchable stars.
Stay tuned for release dates and further announcements!