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Kiera adjusted her ear protection as a thin trickle of sweat slid down her cheek. She wouldn’t have returned to the unforgiving heat and humidity of Florida’s inland if it weren’t for Selene. But while she was here, she intended to make every second count. The private patch of woods just south of the Georgia line belonged to the Black Tide Brotherhood. The range smelled of gun oil, dirt and a faint sourness of spilled beer that clung to the humid air. She kept her expression

The waves kept coming, one after another. Unlike their life until now, the rhythm of the ocean was cathartic. Its cadence, its wide expanse across the horizon and the sun’s reflections dancing across the surface, stirred her soul. Selene smiled as she tilted her head up and closed her eyes. She could smell the sea. The crisp, tangy saltiness seemed to bring her senses to life. She turned her head, wondering if Kiera was as captivated as she. Kiera lay motionless, stretched ou

I was preparing to make a post on Facebook for WIP Wednesday, so excited to share my progress in the second in the Blood Reckoning Series, Moving Target. The word count is not earth-shaking or anything, but it definitely has momentum. Then, I realized there is a different WIP I feel anyone can relate to. The work that goes on within us. That could lead me in several different paths, one to my life, one to my Heavenly Father, but my thoughts immediately went to a memory with m

Maxim braced himself, running a hand through his hair as he stood outside her door. He never knew what to expect. Fortunately, Lidiya showed up. She was a thin strap of a girl with big brown eyes and black hair that trailed down her back in one long braid. She carried a small bowl of Doukhobour Borscht soup. When she saw Maxim, she bowed her head. “Mr. Osinov,” she said quietly “Lidiya,” he said, mimicking her gesture. “How is she today?” “Today is a good day. She has been as