Calling All Sherlock Fans for An Improbable Truth

An Improbable TruthWhen I was about ten years old, maybe a little older, I read the entire collection of Sherlock Holmes stories by Arthur Conan Doyle. I had a massive tome with the entire collection and I lugged that book everywhere I went.

So for those who love Holmes as much as I do, whether it be the original stories or the Benedict Cumberbatch series, this new collection is for you.

An Improbable Truth is a new collection written by a talented group of authors who re-imagine the detective as a paranormal investigator.

Super fun, and available on Amazon here.

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Jaye Wells’ The Uncanny Chronicles is Halloween…for Christmas

Uncanny_Collection_Cover_500_700The Uncanny Collection by Jaye Wells is a 99 cent treat that you should definitely buy yourself or a friend for Christmas.

In this short story collection, every day is Halloween, and the tricks and treats are endless.

THE WEREWIFE: One week after she is bitten by the dog-faced boy at a traveling carnival, a mild-mannered housewife gets a sudden, unrelenting craving for raw meat. She doesn’t remember eating the cat or running naked through the park under the full moon, but her husband’s getting strange calls from concerned neighbors. When he takes her back to the carnival a year later, looking for a cure, it’ll either get better…or a whole lot worse. (Originally published in CARNIEPUNK anthology)

THE BLUEST HOUR: A journalist travels to New Orleans to track down the mysterious “Soul Singers”–psychopomps who guide spirits into the afterlife. In this city known for music and its connection to death, a man can learn things he’s not ready to know. (Originally published in FANTASY FOR GOOD, a charitable anthology)

THE DEADLINE: An ambitious journalist opens an investigation into the decade’s old murder of a priest and a nun at a local Catholic college. She swears she’ll do anything to earn her big break, but the price could be her very soul.

The Werewife was my favorite. It has enough twists in the plot to keep you guessing until the end! But they are all good stories. Keep reading, my friends!

Jaye Wells is a USA Today-bestselling author of urban fantasy and speculative crime fiction. Raised by booksellers, she loved reading from a very young age. That gateway drug eventually led to a full-blown writing addiction. When she’s not chasing the word dragon, she loves to travel, drink good bourbon and do things that scare her so she can put them in her books. Jaye lives in Texas. For more about Jaye’s books check

Book Excerpt: The Huntress by Alexandra Christian

Excerpt from The Huntress, by Alexandra Christian.

Tristan drew his sword from the sheath at his back.  Large and heavy, his father’s sword had been forged for one purpose, and he meant to put iHuntress_1t to good use tonight.  Gathering his courage, he raced up the staircase, carefully avoiding the places where stones and mortar crumbled.  As he emerged into the night, the dragon was perched on the side of the turret like a watchful raven, its head held high, proud of the destruction he’d wrought and daring anyone to defy him.  “I do not fear you, dragon lord!”  Tristan shouted, brandishing his weapon.  Looking around, he realized that there were no more guards to defend him and no more distractions of screaming peasants.  Anyone left alive would be hiding in the keep or the dungeons by now.  Tristan was on his own.  “Time to prove your worth,” he whispered before lunging at the beast.

The dragon turned just as Tristan slashed downward against its clawed foot.  The serpent hissed, whipping around to bring the barbed tail down upon him, but Tristan was faster.  He dodged the blow and rolled across the stone floor. In an instant, he nimbly got to his feet.  He avoided another swipe of the tail and managed to pull a shield from the arms of a fallen guard.  He used it to shield his body as the dragon reared back and spit flame.  The shield was heavy, and the dragon’s breath was so hot that for a moment Tristan feared that the metal would melt around his gauntlet.

“My turn,” Tristan snarled as the beast coughed its last.  He taunted it, beckoning it closer as he darted here and there.  The dragon got down on its haunches, stalking him.  It rather reminded Tristan of a great bat, crawling along the sill.  More of that rumbling speech.  The prince knew that the beast was talking to him, as crazy as that might seem.  “What’s the matter, beastie?  Don’t like the present we had for you?”  He had no idea what to do next.  There was no way he would be able to slay the dragon unless its breast was exposed, and no dragon would do that willingly.  What he needed was a distraction.  A sideways glance offered Tristan an idea.  A bit of the wall left behind would get him higher.  He needed to be above it.  With a great leap, Tristan made it to the wall.  He landed precariously, dropping the shield.  It clattered across the ground.  The dragon swept it aside with its wing, throwing sparks.  “Come on… come to me then,” Tristan shouted.  Higher and higher he climbed, the bricks beneath him quaking under his weight.  They wouldn’t hold him long.  The dragon sat up and reared back.  It had tired of playing with Tristan and wanted to be done with it.  Before it could open its mouth, Tristan had leapt onto its back.  He came down hard with the edge of his sword.  The blade slipped between the black scales, and there was a satisfying suction as it pierced the flesh beneath.  The dragon hissed and spat, thrashing about, trying to throw off his attacker.  Tristan smiled and pulled the sword back and thrust again, this time clipping the edge of the wing where it joined its back. The dragon roared and unfurled its wings. This time it was not surprised; it was angry.  The beast threw back its wing and twisted its body in such a way that Tristan was thrown the ground.  He howled in pain, his skull connecting with the hard floor beneath.  His eyes clouded, and he tried to shake it off.  He gripped his sword, but the dragon encroached upon him, kicking it away with an almost gentle brus
h of its tail.  “Go on, then,” Tristan said.  “End this!”  The dragon crouched over him, one sharp talon stepping down on his shoulder.  He cried out in pain as the beast’s head lowered to his level.  It growled, baring its teeth as it leaned in.

“Over here!”  The feminine voice startled the dragon and Tristan both.  The prince turned to see the Tarkinian girl limping toward them.  The dagger he’d given her was clutched in her hand.  She hissed and growled at the beast.  The sound was eerie, like the speech of a serpent.  “Come for me,” she said again.  The dragon backed off of him and looked toward her.  His head cocked to one side as if he were studying her.  “Well, come on, then!” she shouted.  “I’m what you came for, aren’t I?”  It hissed and spoke back.  Tristan spied his sword, lying just out of reach.  If only he could stretch his arm just a little farther.  “I am the virgin bride!  I am the tribute of Sheakhol.  The one you want!”

The dragon’s body was strangely agile as it turned, creeping toward her slowly as if confused.  Tristan used the distraction and heaved his body to the side, grabbing the sword.  There was a great percussive noise as the dragon took flight once more, streaking into the night sky until it was out of sight.

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Unbound: Short Stories by Our Favorites

Unbound, edited by Shawn Speakman is available December 1 and it is AWESOME.  I don’t do stars as a matter of general practice, but if I did, I would give it 5 stars, easy, and be looking for a sixth.

unbound squareFirst, there is the gorgeous cover art by Todd Lockwood Stunning. Then there is the amazing line-up of writers, including Terry Brooks, Jim Butcher, Seanan McGuire, Kat Richardson, Shawn Speakman, Rachel Caine, and so many others. I am cheating by not naming them all but they are all wonderful.

I’d like to call out Seanan’s story in particular for giving me my new favorite line, and for successfully writing a speculative story about cheerleaders that wear orange and green.
“I’ve never seen a wendigo before,” protested Colleen. They’re  supposed to be mythological.”
“Like zombies, mind control and attractive high-waisted jeans, and yet here we are,” said Marti. 

Of course, any short story by Jim Butcher is a treat and this one doesn’t disappoint. Poor Harry is dragged into a trial and has to do his civic duty by serving as a juror in Jury Duty. For Jim Butcher fans, this story alone is worth purchasing the book.

Kat Richardson gives us a disturbing, surreal story that will haunt you as it examines the essence of feelings, and she is joined in this surrealism by Rachel Caine, who explores the nature of reality and our tenuous hold on it.

Delilah Dawson, a simply fabulous writer, draws off of her Blud characters to tell us a tale of Coco and Msr. Charmant. Even if you are not a fan of Delilah’s Blud series, you must admire her writing talent. She can put sentences together that make you really wish you wrote them.. An example, “Monsieur Charmant was surely the most dapper creature to grace the catacombs in decades, at least while alive.”

The other stories are equally as wonderful. Keep an eye out on for more information.