Clarity: Queer Sci Fi’s 9th Annual Flash Fiction Contest (Queer Sci Fi’s Flash Fiction Contest Book 8)

Queer Sci Fi's 9th Annual Flash Fiction Contest

Book Cover: Clarity: Queer Sci Fi's 9th Annual Flash Fiction Contest (Queer Sci Fi's Flash Fiction Contest Book 8)
Part of the Queer Sci Fi's Flash Fiction Contest series:
  • Clarity: Queer Sci Fi's 9th Annual Flash Fiction Contest (Queer Sci Fi's Flash Fiction Contest Book 8)
Editions:ePub: $ 4.99Kindle: $ 4.99Paperback: $ 19.99Hardcover: $ 24.99

Clarity (noun)

Four definitions to inspire writers around the world, and an unlimited number of possible stories to tell:

1) Coherent and intelligible
2) Transparent or pure
3) Attaining certainty about something
4) Easy to see or hear

Clarity features 300-word speculative flash fiction stories from across the rainbow spectrum, from the minds of the writers of Queer Sci Fi.

Includes my short story A Smoking Hot Proposal

Publisher: Other Words Ink

Chaos Unleashed: A Jordan Abbey Story

A Jordan Abbey Story

Book Cover: Chaos Unleashed: A Jordan Abbey Story
Part of the Jordan Abbey series:
Pages: 52

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How far would a werewolf go to help a friend?

Werewolves and dogs don’t usually get along, but Jordan Abbey has formed a bond with her elderly neighbor’s Rottweiler. So when Rex goes missing during a dog-walking mishap, she’s determined to return him home. With her abilities, finding him should be easy. Except there is one problem. The vampire lord of the city has declared she’s not allowed to shape-shift within the city limits of Rancho Robles. 

Better to ask forgiveness than permission, or so Jordan thinks. But there is another issue she has to face - Animal Control. Rumors are getting around about wolf-like dogs wandering the city, and they respond quickly to panicky stray dog calls. Jordan knows how to be discreet, or so she believes.

Will Jordan be able to find her friend without sacrificing her freedom?

Publisher: Stitched Wolf Press
Cover Artists:

Jordan stepped into Mrs. Clarke’s apartment and whistled. “Rex! Here boy!” She braced herself, expecting the galumphing, enthusiastic greeting of the dog.

No excited barks. She wasn’t being knocked to the ground and slobbered on in joyous greeting despite trying to teach him proper pack manners. Even though she was a werewolf, and in theory his mortal enemy, she should have been pounced on by one hundred pounds of Rottweiler.

She heard the thump-thump-thump of a rubber cane tip hitting the carpeted floor. Mrs. Clarke stepped out of her bedroom, stooped more than usual. Her eyes were red, and worried lines twisted her normally smiling face into a frown. She clutched a crumpled tissue in the hand not guiding the cane. “Oh, Jordan. I’m so sorry. I meant to call you.”


Dread pooled in her stomach. Rex was notoriously protective of his owner when it came to strangers, or at least he had been when they first met. She didn’t know about how he acted with humans without her around. Had he attacked someone visiting Mrs. Clarke? Rex had been hostile with Jordan too at first, moved by primeval instincts to scare the monster away. They had come to an agreement, even a friendship, as long as Jordan maintained a dominant position over him. Of course, he never showed those instincts around Montgomery. But then maybe it was a werewolf thing. While Montgomery had been a werewolf, he was now a vampire and probably didn’t count. “Call me about what, Mrs. Clarke?” 

“He’s missing.” Mrs. Clarke’s eyes welled with tears. “And it’s all my fault.”

“Missing?” Jordan reached for Mrs. Clarke’s arm. She half-guided, half-supported the crying woman to the chintz couch. She took a seat beside her and reached for a tissue from the crochet-covered box. How had Rex gotten outside? Even if he had left Mrs. Clarke’s side and gotten out of the apartment, he would have been trapped in the hallway. Everyone in the building was familiar with the lug of a dog who, their first few meetings aside, was more likely to beg an intruder for belly rubs than bite them. Anyone who lived in the apartment building would know where to return him right away. Besides, they were on the third floor. He wouldn’t be able to work the elevator.

“I’m sorry, Jordan.” The elderly woman patted Jordan’s hand, as if she were the one in need of comfort. “I thought it wasn’t fair for you to have to walk Rex twice a day. Oh, I know you don’t complain. But you should really be sleeping more instead of running around at all hours of the night. So, I hired one of those professional dog walkers advertised on the internet. I was assured Rex would be walked by an expert. But—” Mrs. Clarke blew her nose in the tissue she was clutching in her other hand.

“Rex got away.” It had happened a time or two to her. He was one hundred pounds of almost pure muscle. She’d had a slack grip on his leash, and he saw a squirrel. Before Jordan realized it, the nylon leash had jerked free from her grip, leaving a nasty case of rope burn. The fact that he saw her as pack leader had allowed her to recall him, but it had been close. After that, it was a leather leash, and she paid a lot more attention to their surroundings. She wasn’t sure that a stranger would be capable of doing that. “When did it happen?”

“This morning,” Mrs. Clarke said. “He slipped his collar a few blocks into his walk. The walker tried to chase after him, but he got away.” She blew her nose again. “I don’t know how anyone will know who he belongs to without his collar. And I’m so worried about him spending the night alone in the cold. I don’t know how I’ll be able to live without him.”

Jordan bit her lips, thinking through her options. It would be easy to find Rex. Montgomery didn’t have anything for her to do tonight. She knew all of Rex’s favorite places to play and run and roll in the dirt. She had introduced him to them on their walks. And if he wasn’t there, she could easily track his trail. True, it would be more easily done as a wolf than as a human. She’d have to be discreet about doing it. Elder Marcus, leader of the vampires, didn’t want her shapeshifting within the city limits of Rancho Robles. Surely he would overlook her doing it this one time?

She patted Mrs. Clarke’s hand. “Don’t worry,” she soothed. “I’m sure it will all turn out okay. Now tell me everything you know about what happened.”


Chaos Hunt: A Jordan Abbey Novel

A Jordan Abbey Novel

Book Cover: Chaos Hunt: A Jordan Abbey Novel
Editions:ePub: $ 3.99
ISBN: 978-1-948480-02-4
Pages: 290
Paperback: $ 17.99
ISBN: 978-1-948480-03-1
Size: 5.50 x 8.50 in
Pages: 304

Werewolves are apex predators. So why does she feel like prey?

Territory, honor, the trust of her peers - Jordan Abbey has earned none of these from the supernatural residents of Rancho Robles. The werewolves shun Jordan as a creature without honor for siding with the vampires. The vampires dismiss Jordan as an unruly pet who needs to be kept on a much shorter leash. Chased out of the wilderness and not allowed to shift within the city, she is without any place for her inner wolf to run free.

Someone is killing the servants of vampires. Soon vampires themselves fall victim. Each attack is linked directly to Jordan, fueling rumors that she is working to undermine the vampires’ grip on the city. The werewolves dog her steps, harassing her whenever and wherever they can.

Then, in the heart of vampire territory, the corpse of a werewolf who bullied Jordan is discovered. The children of the Wolf and the Bat are ready to go to war, and Jordan is caught squarely in the crossfire. Can one woman prevent the annihilation of the only place she calls home?

Publisher: Stitched Wolf Press
Cover Artists:

I can do this, Jordan thought as she crouched beneath the bush.

The werewolf shifted her weight between all four paws. The breeze wafted the rich scent of deer and the green scent of oak past her nose. Her focus should have been on the deer grazing in the meadow. What kept echoing through her mind was the conversation she and Montgomery had earlier.

“Let me get this straight, Montgomery,” Jordan had said, arms crossed over her chest. She shifted her weight mostly to her right leg and tilted her head as she studied the vampire. “You want me to go out to the middle of the woods so I don’t kill anything, but while I’m there, I need to kill.”


“Not quite,” Montgomery said. “It’s a rite of passage, of sorts.” His lips curled into a half-smile, eyes focused on a distant memory. “As a stranger joining a pack, you need to prove you can provide for it. It’s better you have a few kills under your belt before you have to prove you can do it.” His smile grew wider. “And no, buying twenty pounds of kibble at the pet store doesn’t count.”

Jordan snorted. “Why would I want to do that? I’m a chaos wolf. I have no intention of joining the Black Oak Pack.” Them accepting her after that mess three months ago was an impossibility anyway. Between dealing with being bitten by a werewolf and finding out vampires were also real, she hadn’t been at her most polite. Relations hadn’t improved since she’d declared she wanted nothing to do with the pack. She could have handled the situation in a more diplomatic way, but they were the ones who’d threatened to kill her.

He’d deflated some, his focus sharpening on her. “Because someday you may need their help, and I want you to have the skills to fit in.”

Fit in. Jordan huffed her annoyance since her wolf throat was incapable of human speech. Like she’d ever fit into the Black Oak Pack.

She eyed the herd of deer grazing in the middle of the clearing. The eldest doe caught and held her attention. Every time the deer placed her right hind hoof on the ground, she let out a small exhale of pain that rang as clear as a dinner bell to Jordan’s ears. This was her prey for the evening. Jordan adjusted her stance, claws digging into the crackling, dry leaves.

All five heads snapped up, turning in her direction. Then they were off in a flash of white tails and black hooves. Jordan darted out of the bushes, focusing on the limping doe. Her chosen prey started close to the center of the herd but dropped behind until she was clear of the other bodies.

Soon the herd had left her behind as Jordan surged closer, snapping at the flashing legs. The doe twisted, aiming a vicious kick at her head. Jordan ducked to the right, hooves clipping fur off her shoulder. She stumbled, allowing her prey to pull a yard ahead of her. Jordan jerked back toward the deer and leaped. Midair, she shifted, switching from the pure wolf form to the werewolf. The claws tipping her paw-hands sank into the doe’s furred shoulders as Jordan landed on her back. The deer bleated as it tumbled. Jordan rode the animal to the ground. She slapped a paw over the nose and twisted the doe’s head to face her. Her jaws closed around the top of the neck. Bones crunched between her jaws. The doe convulsed beneath her and then went still.

Jordan kept her jaws clamped for a minute, despite the deer not moving. Then she let go and stepped back, watching for any rise and fall of the animal’s chest. The doe lay there, head twisted so it stared upwards at an unnatural angle. Pride swelled in Jordan’s chest. She had killed a deer on her own. She’d had no help, no aid, no pack to assist her. It had been one thing to sneak up on a rabbit, but this was the first animal over twenty pounds she had managed to take down on her own. Breathing heavily, she looked over the animal and then tilted her head back. She drew in a deep breath and let out a long victory howl.

Something slammed into her chest. She tumbled head over heels, landing on her back and unable to catch her breath. Snarls echoed in her ears. Teeth sank into her shoulders and flanks. Claws raked across her muzzle. She chomped down on a paw, and something yelped. A clawed foot slammed into her stomach as more bites scored her shoulders. While her attackers drew blood, they didn’t have the same ferocity as Rhys, her self-proclaimed mate she’d rejected. They meant to hurt—but not kill—her.

Then a pair of jaws clamped around her neck, much like hers had the doe’s. Jordan went limp, offering no resistance. Her only movement was the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The scents of several werewolves mingled in the air, scents she couldn’t separate and identify. Footfalls thudded on the ground behind her. The only things filling her vision were the grass the deer had been cropping earlier and wispy edges of white fur out of the corner of her eye. Then a pair of bare feet stepped into her field of view, stopping in front of her. “Let her up,” said a deep male voice.

The wolf holding her growled but did not let go.

“Angela.” The displeasure was clear in his voice. “Let her up.”

For a second, the pressure of Angela’s jaws increased as if she was about to pop off her head in defiance. Then the pressure released, and she was let go. Jordan coughed and rolled onto her belly. She shook her head. A pure white wolf snarled in her ear, ready to strike. Two other gray-coated wolves flanked her, wearing similar expressions, although none were growling. But what was in front of her held most of her attention.

A bare pair of feet had stopped about a yard from her. Her eyes trailed up his well-formed calves and heavily muscled thighs. She tried to dart her gaze around his groin—she did not need to know the details of his anatomy currently on display—but she caught a peek.
His voice snapped her attention to his face. Alpha Shane, leader of the Black Oak Pack, frowned down at her. “Shift, chaos wolf. We need to have a discussion.”



Book Cover: AlternaTeas
ISBN: 978-1520478395
Pages: 304

Sit back, have a cup of your favorite tea. As you drink, savor stories where the cup of tea is part of a lively undertaking. These stories range from the odd to the quirky, glorious adventures and desperate measures, new and lifelong friendships to treachery in a tea cup. Our stories are urban fantasy, steampunk and alternate histories. Prepare for the brilliant and bizarre.

Includes my short story "Reading the Leaves"

Publisher: Sky Warrior Book Publishing, LLC

Chaos Wolf: A Jordan Abbey Novel

A Jordan Abbey Novel

Book Cover: Chaos Wolf: A Jordan Abbey Novel
Editions:Paperback: $ 17.99
ISBN: 978-1-948480-00-0
Pages: 324
ePub: $ 3.99
ISBN: 9781948480000

Bitten by a werewolf. Taught by a vampire. At this rate, she’s going to start a war.

Literature major Jordan Abbey ordered a double mocha latte, but it wasn't supposed to come with a side order bite by a love-sick werewolf. When a vampire comes to her rescue, gut instinct tells her he has questionable motives. But he’s the only one she can trust to help get in touch with her inner animal.

Within a week, her smart mouth lands her in trouble with the hostile alpha of the local pack and the stiff-necked vampire elder. She now has less than a moon cycle to master shape changing... or else. And the besotted werewolf  who started this whole mess is stalking Jordan and killing her friends. He won't take no for an answer.

In the Northern California town of Rancho Robles where the children of the Wolf and the Bat share an uneasy coexistence, one woman makes an epic mess of the status quo.

Publisher: Stitched Wolf Press

Excerpt: He gestured toward the couch. "Would you like tea, coffee, or soda?"

"Soda, please." Although she wasn't thirsty, accepting what he offered seemed the polite thing to do. She sat down on the leather couch and rested her elbows on her knees. "Don't you only drink… um—"

"Blood?" Montgomery finished the question for her. "No." He stepped into the kitchenette. "I can and do drink and eat other things. It's kind of like eating junk food. There's no nutritional value. I enjoy the flavors and textures. I don't like to do it too often, though."

Jordan tilted her head to one side. "Why not?"

His lip curled into a half smile. "I can't digest matter like when I was mortal," he explained. "I have to purge it in a different way."

She blinked, puzzling it out. Understanding dawned on her face. "Oh… Oh!"


One red-and-silver can in hand, Montgomery stepped out of the kitchenette. "When I last saw you, you were hightailing it out of here, never to return." He gave her the soda and took a seat in the chair sitting at a right angle to the couch. "What happened?"

Jordan stared down at the soda and rubbed her thumb over the frosty top. "After I left, I went home. I didn't tell anyone about you." She gestured in Montgomery's direction. "I went out to try to forget what happened. When I came back, I found out my roommate's boyfriend had been mauled to death."

Montgomery stiffened. "Did you see the werewolf?"

"No," Jordan said. "I didn't even think he was real until…" She paused and shivered, sloshing the soda in the can. "All I could think about was finding you."

Montgomery's lips moved to form a curse. "Did you come directly here?" He stood up and crossed the small space separating the chair and the couch. "Focus. It's important. Do you think you were followed?"

"No. The police took me and Molly to the station. We're not allowed to go back to our apartment until sometime tomorrow after the super gets someone in to…" Jordan's voice broke. She swallowed. "Clean up. I spent two hours getting on and off buses to make sure I wasn't followed."

Montgomery sat down on the couch. "Good thinking. If the werewolf was following you by scent, that should have thrown him off your trail. If he was tracking you by sight, you would have spotted him. Or he would have broken in here by now. You've been lucky."

"Lucky?" Jordan's shoulders tightened and her fist clenched, denting the can inward. "I'm being stalked by something out of a horror film and you think I'm lucky?"

"Yes," Montgomery countered. "If you had been there instead of your friend, the werewolf would have finished what he started."

"Finished what he started?" Jordan put the soda on the table unopened. "You make it sound like he let me live."

"He did," Montgomery stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She stared at him with an open mouth. All the movies and books she had seen taught that a werewolf would rip out her throat as soon as look at her. The female victim never survived the attack. "But why?"

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Montgomery appeared nonplussed by her reaction. "He wasn't trying to make a meal out of you, Jordan. He was claiming you as his mate."

Reviews:J.M. Frey, Author of The Accidental Turn Series wrote:

Eminently readable, the story speeds along in easily digestible episodes which reveal curious hints about a larger world readers will enjoy imagining in greater detail. The unique take on the vampire/werewolf origin story alone kept my imagination whirring!


Ink: Queer Sci Fi’s Eighth Annual Flash Fiction Contest

Book Cover: Ink: Queer Sci Fi's Eighth Annual Flash Fiction Contest
ISBN: B099QBY988


Five definitions to inspire writers around the world and an unlimited number of possible stories to tell:

1) A colored fluid used for writing
2) The action of signing a deal
3) A black liquid ejected by squid
4) Publicity in the written media
5) A slang word for tattoos

Ink features 300-word speculative flash fiction stories from across the rainbow spectrum, from the minds of the writers of Queer Sci Fi.

Includes my short story \"Pangram\"

Publisher: Other Words Ink