If you haven’t tried Vella you should take a chance. It is a throwback to flash fiction and the early days of writing. I have a few up for you to sample. If serialized reading isn’t your thing, don’t worry, every one of my Vella’s will find their way to ebook and print. But if you just can’t wait, give Vella a try.
New Release
Chosen
If the sunsets on choosing day and I’m still standing here, I’m dead.
If the sunsets on choosing day and no one wants me, my life is over. The Powers deemed the summer solstice choosing day. Every girl waits for choosing day and has nightmares about it. On your 16th birthday, you move to the women’s house. I moved here at 12 when my father died with nothing but the clothes on my back. I’ve stood on the edge of the choosing field for 4 years. This is my last year to entice a man to choose me for a wife or else.
Whisper
If the internet is forever, how do you remove the lies?
I’m a social pariah, a hashtag hooker, a slut shamed whore, because of rumors and lies. Everyone believes, even my dad.
Everyone but Drew.
By chance, the epicenter of my torment falls into my lap, a phone with accounts known only as Whisper. I can’t look away from the true damage all these lies are doing. With the internet, they can spread anywhere and everywhere in the blink of an eye and I’m not alone.
Drew has a plan to bring it all to an end. Will it be enough to stop Whisper or will the hashtags and cyberbullying follow me for as long as the internet endures?
DeathMark
When everyone in charge wants you dead, how can you possibly survive?
The American Monarchy requires mandatory registration for the lottery. Every man 18 to 21 must participate regardless of zone status as long as he’s not sterile.
When my parents died, I did not know what I would do or how to survive. Mich changed all that. He helped me bury them and kept me safe.
It worked until we turned 18 and the Prince died and Mich won the lottery. Then tossed me into the street. Now I’m being hunted by his guards, Persona non grata, Freegame, DeathMarked.


