The Daughter of the Night Available for Pre-Order


The Amazon gnomes have finally gotten my pre-order links up and running for The Daughter of the Night. They’re still working on getting all of my new covers uploaded and also on price-matching The Boy in Her Dreams, which is now $2.99 on all other platforms (that means you should get a copy now *or gift one to a friend* while the low price of $0.99 still lasts).


Reserve your copy of book 4 here:

The Daughter of the Night: The Girl In Between Book 4

And in more GREAT news…I now have a brand spankin’ new website, which you can visit here:…and where you will find information about The Daughter of the Night soundtrack!


YES, an actual soundtrack as in the story set to actual sound, which you can actually listen to while you read!


The Girl In Between Series Cover Reveal




A HUGE thanks to Najla Qamber who designed the new covers for The Girl In Between series! I absolutely love them!

These covers will be added to Amazon tomorrow. If you previously purchased one of the novels and want a digital copy with the updated cover you should be able to re-download the file from Amazon via the product page or by contacting Amazon customer service.

In other news, I’ll be launching an actual author website tomorrow! Specific information about the series finale, the forthcoming soundtrack, and the series boxset will be available there. I’ll also be sharing pre-order links!


The Daughter of the Night Sneak Preview #6


“Roman…” Adham’s hand was on my shoulder, the room filled with nothing but smoke.

It swirled around Bryn’s face, tracing her in glowing grey until she looked like a ghost too. I thought I had gotten rid of my ghosts but maybe they were just lying in wait. Simmering coals waiting for more gasoline. But Bryn’s death wasn’t gasoline. It was an atomic bomb creating enough fire and destruction to fuel my demons for a lifetime. I didn’t want a lifetime without Bryn but I wasn’t going to destroy myself to get it. That’s something the old Roman would have done. He was the only one who was really dead.

She’s not…she’s not…

“I’m sorry, Roman.” Adham’s voice was barely a whisper and I realized that mine had been too.

I hung my head. “She’s not dead.”

“Okay…” The word was weak but it was also certain.

I looked up at him, searching his eyes for that certainty. What I found instead was…so much sadness.

I wondered if this would all be easier if Bryn and I had a relationship like Cole and Adham—one where she pretended she couldn’t stand the sight of me while I couldn’t stand to have her out of my sight. Adham loved Cole the same way I loved Bryn but there was some kind of…miserable magic in being loved back. He had never felt that; without it I wondered if he could ever feel something like this.

But then I remembered the way Bryn had looked at me as I’d carried in her corpse; the way she’d looked at me, through me, past me, every time I tried to talk to her. Then I realized that losing her wasn’t easier now that she was so far away. And that’s what that feeling was, my grief exponentially more agonizing because I hadn’t just lost her once. I’d lost her twice. And I was still losing her, inch by inch, second by second.

My ghost had sensed it, promising relief if I’d just let him out. If I’d just lose control. If I didn’t believe in even the slightest possibility that I could find a way to save her I would have let myself do just that. But even before Bryn and I had met in the real world she’d taught me to hope. Now that hope was all I had left. I wasn’t going to let death steal it from both of us.

“Let’s get you downstairs,” Adham said, trying to lead me back toward the hallway.

I was still steaming and I wiped my brow. “Adham…”

“What is it?” His hand was still on my arm, his grip reminding me of the roots of a tree. “Roman, everything is going to be okay.” He answered the question I’d so desperately asked Bryn, his words still and calm and sure.

I wanted to know how to be that still, that calm, that sure. I wasn’t sure if it was Adham’s religion—the one that believed we were some kind of divine creation—or maybe his mother’s meditations—the patient fuel he used to cast a safety net over Cole as he slept—that grounded him in every storm. But if I was going to keep my ghosts at bay I was going to need him to teach me how. That meant admitting that I was still being haunted at all.

I stared at Adham’s shoes. “I…think I need your help.”



*This excerpt is from a WIP and is subject to change*

New Covers, New Prices, New Promises

The Girl In Between series is getting a total refresh with brand new covers that I’ll be debuting on the 31st!

This time around I worked with graphic designer, Najla Qamber, and I am IN LOVE with the updated designs she came up with. Collaborating with other independent contractors like cover designers and copy editors can be nerve wracking, especially when communication is one hundred percent electronic. But working with Najla has been such a breeze! I can’t wait to share the new covers with you, along with a boxset cover, and another SUPERAWESOMEBLOWYOURMIND surprise!

For those of you wanting an update on The Daughter of the Night, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that this final installment is going to be a very LONG and very emotionally turbulent ride. Did I mention long? With the advice of one of my critique partners I’ve decided to really flesh out one of the subplots, which means a lot more action with your favorite side characters–*spoiler* Dani and Felix will be getting their own chapters from their POVs–and a lot more Roman but that also means (and here’s the bad news) that I…probably still have about 30K words to write. From scratch. Revisions have been going well and the first 200 pages of the story are solid and ready to go but I’m going to need a little bit more time to focus on bringing these other threads to a close, the right way.

I want everyone to know that I appreciate your enthusiasm and also your extreme patience. I get messages almost every day asking for updates on the final book in the series and I’m so grateful that there are actually people out there who are that excited about this story. I remember when I was still invisible and no one cared what I was writing. But things have changed and I realize that I have a responsibility to my readers to pour everything I have into this finale, to take my time and tell it right.

With that said, pre-order links will be going up at the end of the month and then there will be a FINAL countdown to book four’s release.

One more thing–July will be the last month that The Boy in Her Dreams will be available for just $0.99. Starting in August the price will jump to $2.99 so if you haven’t bought a copy yet be sure to get it ASAP to take advantage of the low price.

I don’t usually experiment much with prices, and this is actually less of an experiment and more of a business decision. Keeping the prices of my books low has been key to me being able to build an audience for this series but I think it’s become obvious, to both me and the readers who have been anxiously waiting for this final book, that financial stability plays a much larger role in an author’s productivity than most people realize. I could have spent every day this summer working on finishing this series but instead I’ve been working on finishing a degree that will guarantee me a pay raise. It’s been a difficult thing to juggle but the truth is that even though I reached a point last year where I was able to quit my day job in order to finish school, I’m still not at a point where I could rely on my author income indefinitely. Especially with how unpredictable things can be. I learned that lesson the hard way when my car was totaled in an accident in February. I had very meticulously planned out all of my expenses from the day I quit my job at the library to a year later when I would, hopefully, start teaching. After my car accident, as well as several unexpected vet bills (my poor dog’s getting old) I realized that even though the money I make from books alone has been able to provide me with a very modest living, it’s not yet capable of covering all of the unexpected expenses that pop up along the way. Not having that peace of mind has been a real distraction in more ways than one, which is why I’m still splitting my focus between writing and…everything else. My hope is that one day that will change and I will be able to both write and teach on my own terms. Until then, I will continue writing in my free time…unless of course The Daughter of the Night ends up selling a million copies (*fingers crossed for that one*) and then I’ll have a much easier choice to make.

I know increasing the price of TBIHD to $2.99 doesn’t seem like it will make a huge difference but the change is also about more correctly valuing my work. Writing a book from start to finish is an incredibly difficult and time-consuming process and I have to believe in myself and my work enough to acknowledge that my book is worth every penny. I just no longer want to be paid in pennies…

Download The Boy in Her Dreams using the links below
*If you’ve already bought a copy, consider gifting one to a friend before the price goes up!*
AmazonSmashwordsScribdPage FoundryKoboBarnes & Noble & Itunes

Again, I want to thank everyone for being so supportive and understanding and patient with me during this time. I can’t wait to see you all at the finish line!


The Daughter of the Night Sneak Preview #6


“Let it out.”

At first his scowl didn’t register, his outline a smudge beneath misty eyes and sweat. And then the sweat pouring from my neck and hands began to freeze, each drop burning my skin like the hot end of a cigarette. The last time my past had haunted me I’d been searching the corridors of Anso’s prison for Bryn. My mother had stopped me with just the sound of her voice. She’d called me a killer. She’d told me that I should have died the night of the car accident. That it should have been me instead of Bryn…

She was right.

Not because she was real—I knew the vision I’d seen wasn’t my mother—but because the only reason I existed at all was to keep Bryn safe. And I’d failed. If anyone should have been lost in Anso’s destruction it should have been me doing what I was made for—protecting Bryn. With my last breath.

The second I thought the word, my ghost snatched the air from my lungs, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Let me out.”

Six months ago he’d pleaded with me to let him in. He’d pleaded with Carlisle too, taking on Cassie’s face and carving into his skin until he’d finally relented. For me there’d been no moment of surrender because the darkness wearing my face had been there all along. Still was if I dug deep enough into those parts of me I hated, that hated everything and everyone too. I couldn’t let him out. Not after what I almost did to Drew. Not after everything I’d done to my father. Not after ending Carlisle’s life. But I also wondered what would happen if I held him in. Would he claw his way out? Would he destroy me in the process?

My mind raced, memories yanking me back and forth between Drew’s blood quenching something awful in me and Carlisle’s floating body, black trailing from the gash I’d carved into his forehead. My heart yanked me somewhere else—to the fist I’d hurled in my father’s direction, to the hole in the wall that matched the one inside me, to the way my father had held me after I found out that Bryn had slipped into a coma. To the way he’d forgiven me before I’d even mustered the courage to tell him I was sorry.

My weight shifted and so did the walls, my ghost dragging me to Bryn’s bedside.

“No…” I strained from the sight, sick. “I—” don’t want to look. I can’t.

Something pinned my gaze, forcing my eyes to scale Bryn an inch at a time. The blood was barely drying near her lips, red still lining her fingernails where Dani and Celia’s scrubbing hadn’t reached.

“I’m…sorry…I’m…” This time there wasn’t a word strong enough for what I was feeling. It was probably on purpose, the human race deciding somewhere along the way that it was a hopelessness too dangerous to name. I was glad for it. I didn’t want to name this thing inside me. I didn’t want to make it real.

My ghost wrenched my face, blue fingers stinging my skin as he forced me to look closer. So close I could smell the memory of her skin. “Let it in.”


Heat swirled at the base of my stomach, thickening until I felt like I was going to be sick. The smoke slithered up my throat, singeing my tongue. I clenched my jaw, fighting the flames that wanted to incinerate everything in sight.

“Let me in…” My reflection trembled and I thought he was about to disappear. But then I felt his cold breath against my face, more real than I’d ever felt him, and I realized he was pleading. “Don’t you want to be with her?” His words burrowed inside me, chipping away until I was an open wound. Until I wanted to say yes.

“No.” The word barely escaped before the eruption. My mouth unhinged, flames leaping out and strangling my ghost. But he didn’t flinch. The flames tore at his false flesh while he looked at me with the most miserable…pity.



*This excerpt is from a WIP and is subject to change*