Works

I started out writing horror with threads of urban fantasy and science fiction—short fiction in indie magazines and anthologies, followed by a couple of novels that found a modest audience and got some attention for a few awards.

Then things went quiet.

My publisher folded. The pandemic happened. Writing took a back seat for a while.

This is what remains—and where things begin again…

The Reaper Refused: Ten Tales of the Undead (2023)

How many ways can the dead come back? Climbing off the table at the morgue? Conjured up as a phantom of light and sound? Armed with fangs to drink the blood of the living? Within these pages are ten chilling tales of restless souls with unfinished business, or maybe business that’s not finished with them. Open this book if you dare meet its denizens—the ones who refused the reaper.

The Blackening of Flesh (2016)

What happens when you find out the house you grew up in is a private graveyard? Jared Dix is an awkward high school graduate who makes his first friend in a college student named Monica, who knows more about his house than he does: it’s where Al Capone wiped out the Cerutti Mob the evening of Easter in 1930. The discovery is unsettling for Jared, but as he and Monica find out more details about the massacre, he learns what it feels like to be accepted, hoping beyond hope that their friendship might turn into something more. But when his family starts acting strangely, he starts to wonder if he’s imagining it, or if the killings that happened in his house have cast a longer shadow than he realized.

Losing Touch (2013)

Morgan Dunsmore feels like everything is out of reach – a paying job, a healthy marriage, and even a good bowel movement. Complicated by his wife’s recent back surgery, Morgan tries to protect his wife and kids from his anxieties, not to mention their financial burdens, but that just pushes them away even further. And in the middle of it all, he starts to lose his tangibility. He may be able to walk through walls, but that ability comes with a price. He has to learn not just how to control it, but how to use it without anyone finding out, not even his family. He doesn’t want to become a circus freak or government test subject while providing for his wife and kids, but there doesn’t seem to be any honest work for a man who can secretly phase through solid matter. The temptations, on the other hand–the temptations are endless, and when he succumbs to the first, the rest begin to fall like dominoes…

I’ve spent a lot of time writing about what lingers—ghosts, regrets, the things that don’t quite stay buried. Then life got in the way, and for a while, the writing stopped.

These books are what came before that pause. They’re a record of where I’ve been, and maybe a reminder of why I started in the first place.

Now I’m writing again.