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Author of The Twins of Bellesfées series

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Esprit de Corpse

Esprit de Corpse from eSpec Books is the first of a series featuring the brilliant 19th-century sisters, the Twins of Bellesfées Jacqueline and Angélique. Hard science blends with the paranormal as they challenge the supernatural invasion of France in 1843.

Available for pre-order at Amazon and eSpecBooks.

Jacqueline ducked her head to avoid the Paris prefect’s cynical gaze as he examined Jacqueline’s papers. The platform of Gare d’Austerlitz teemed with travelers anxious to board. They glared at Jacqueline, blaming her for the delay. Even the shiny green locomotive’s blasts of steam accused her with each passing minute. 


She reached down to scratch behind the ear of the she-wolf beside her. The wolf’s eyes closed in delight. Jacqueline squatted down to whisper, “This is the third time this year I’ve had to rescue you from your own indiscretions, Angélique. Next time, I’ll let you sit in jail.”

Conspiracy & Cryptids

An anthology exploring the devious and the discovered

edited by Charles Barouch

Coming soon. Look for our announcement!

From "Passing Thoughts":

Every damned time Aileen drove the Jersey Turnpike south, the three witches blocked her. Never in the same cars. Sometimes tractor-trailers, sometimes motorcycles, but always three, side by side, as if they clasped taloned hands across the lanes. Aileen was fairly certain they cackled while she chafed, trying to pass and failing. 


Aileen figured it was some kind of conspiracy. They were the same three drivers, and they had to be women because no man had that kind of patient, sadistic tenacity to drive a single mile below the speed limit from Exit 10 to Exit 4. It made no difference if she took the cars-only lanes or the trucks-and-cars lanes, even through the merging of the two tracks; while Aileen’s temper bubbled, bubbled, toiled, and troubled, three witches cursed Aileen’s drive home in a relentless blockade that prevented anyone from passing.
 

Dangerous Waters from Brigid's Gate

She blinked against the icy winds that whipped around the piers of the bridge, sucking away her breath, threatening to cast her prematurely to the waters below. Her legs quaked, too weak to hold her, thighs pressed so tightly together. 


Below, the black billowing sea begged for her life: Come. Come to us. Let us heal the pain. Let us give you oblivion and peace. Give yourself to us, and let us embrace you as our own.

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