For the Love of Blue: A Bluebeard Retelling

Can you tell that I have a thing for anthologies? I really can’t help myself. Anthologies let me write with a great group of writers, and I get to try new genres.

Bluebeard is another fairy tale retelling. You can check out the source story here.

The idea of marrying a man with a secret life isn’t new, but when he is a killer there are a lot of directions it can go. I chose one of the darker paths.

The main character, Rosemary, is cruel and more than a little crazy. It was hard for me to pull a snippet for this one because I didn’t want to give too much away. Here’s a tiny one though:

Ginger smiled at Mr. Jarnac across the table. She always did have a lovely smile. I kicked her under the table. She looked over at me in surprise. Her smile faded from her lips.

My eyes narrowed. I made a mental note to split Ginger’s lip later. I should knock out one of her teeth for good measure. If our parents were going to push me at this man, I didn’t want either of my sisters to interfere.

The ending is definitely going to surprise you! Read more in my latest anthology:
Bluebeard (Primed Fairy Tales Book 7)

Trying My Hand at Westerns

Here comes another anthology! Shippeitaro is a Japanese fairy tale that I found fascinating. You can see info about the original here.

I wanted to do a fairy tale retelling. But, I wasn’t sure how to pull it off.

You might not know this, but I love westerns. LOVE them. Since the first time my grandfather handed me a Louis Lamour hardcover, I was hooked.

This led me to write a gender bent western about a black woman named Sloan. She is pretty bad ass if I do say so myself.

Check out my story, Whiskey and Cinnamon, in Shippeitaro (Primed Fairy Tales).

Check out Gray Intention in Prime Fantasy

Gray Intention was one of the first stories that I wrote after joining Phoenix Prime.

The assignment was a new experience for me. We were all given a set of items that we needed to use in our stories. Each story had to feature a bookstore, magic, and an artifact that reacted to blood.

Here is a sneak peak of what I came up with:

As we rounded the corner to our room, we saw a purple glow coming from under the door. We both stopped, and turned to look at each other, alarmed.

“Do you see that? Or, have I just lost a lot more blood than I thought?”

“I see it. Who the hell is in our room?” Kiki asked.

“How should I know? I’m with you. Maybe it’s the guys.”

I slowly opened the door, and felt the same warm gust of air that I had felt in the bookstore blow past me again. It didn’t push me away this time though. I was curious about that strange power.

“Maybe we shouldn’t even go in there. We could call the cops or something.”

“And say what exactly? Hey, I need help with my glowing box. I promise you that will not go well. I don’t think you have a choice now. Put your ovaries on the outside and get in there,” Kiki said.

“Said the girl from the hallway,” I muttered.

“Not my box. Not my problem,” she said.

I opened the door, and crept towards the package. My hands were shaking. When I took it out of bag, the glow got brighter. I unwrapped the twine. The paper fell away. The whole box was dark brown from my blood Gold symbols glowed on the surface. Purple light was leaking out of the edges. I opened the box, and inside was a gold railroad spike bent into a bracelet. It was the source of the glow.

“Bit of a letdown, to be honest.”

“Shut up, Kiki. I think I have to put it on.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said.

“I didn’t ask. For the record, I didn’t want to come in here. I was just fine panicking in the hallway.”

I picked it up. The bracelet was warm to the touch. I placed it on my right wrist. My cut began to throb. My arm shot up, as if pulled by a string. The wound began emitting the same purple light as the bracelet. I watched in amazement. A booming laugh thundered around us. I could hear footsteps pounding down the hallway behind me moments before a giant man appeared in front of me. As soon as he appeared, my arm dropped back to my side.

“They told me you would come for me little one,” he said, in a thunderous voice.

I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it! Check it out here: Prime Fantasy (Prime Tales)

Are you ready for the Blackout?

I have a story in a new anthology! The anthology is called CyberWar: Digital Battlefield (CyberPrime). All the stories in this anthology deal with cyber crimes and their effects on the people around them. All you have to do is turn on the news to find ransomware viruses and info leaks. So, why not find some in fiction?

This will be the first story in my Silent Spies series. Read on for a snippet!

Two days before the Blackout, Tricia hacked the prison database to move up the release of two prominent activists. She was able to bypass the intrusion detection system by using a prison employee’s account. Both activists were released without a hitch, and no one even questioned it. Fools.

They hit the ground running. Once the activists received word of the Blackout, they were drumming up support from their followers as well. They helped to quell any fears about it being an attack staged by the police.

The safe release of the activists was all Tricia needed to go ahead with her plan. She had been working on a virus for weeks. Until she had fully committed to the idea, she had told herself building the virus was for research. She was trained in ethical hacking and security, so it wasn’t too much of a stretch. Now, she had to admit to herself that she created this purposely.