We’re on the Road to Release Day

Hey Freinds, welcome to my very first ever newsletter! 🧛‍♀️👋

First things first📖

My debut novel Incarnate's Rise is coming in just a few weeks if you're seeing at the time of writing (I'm currently sitting at my computer on September 9th with nothing but my studio light, it's for the ambience I swear and not because somebody turned off the big light 😛)and is currently available for preorder if you follow the link on the right side of this wall-o-text (that's the hope anyway, time is a weird thing... because as of this breath it's not but when you see this newsletter it will be! This is giving me time-warp vibes... ANYWHO, moving on.
(Another Crystal chaos cavate: Ebook is available as of now, but paperback preorder is coming if you are, like me- a paper girly/boyly/themly 🙂)

Release Day is October 16th 2025

Second things Second

(not ashamed to admit I am now humming that Imagine Dragons song!)

Cutting Room floor content with zero context!

One of the things that got cut from Incarnate's Rise was a scene with the goodest most best friend, and fan favourite werewolf, Charles Storm (the face you're looking at above). I started to actually write the context but... the Title says zero context. What I will say this small scene survived all the way to the last draft where after talking to my editor I decided to cut it. Without further adieu. 

This was another notch on the list of his regrets. He sighed heavily, closing the doors as he left the room. It wasn’t often Charles and Darian were in the same room, not for many years. Charles preferred it that way. He hated the vampire with every fibre of his being.

He trudged through the hall down into the family room. A chilled draft crossed his shoulders, and he moved to the fireplace. In a few tired movements, he lit the hearth and dug through his pockets, removing his wallet and phone, lobbing them onto the coffee table.

He peeled off his bloodstained shirt, shuddering inwardly as it pulled free from his skin. He padded his way to the laundry room, tossing it into the washer. His fingers snatched up a towel that was sitting on top of the dryer and dabbed away the excess blood half dried on his chest. Without a second thought, he dropped the now stained towel into the washer as well, covering it with more than enough laundry detergent, and slammed the door shut, turning on the machine. It hummed to life as he returned to the family room and the crackling fire. He felt exhausted, his body heavy, his mind reeling. He wanted to believe he did the right thing, but he didn’t know. Sure, the mark on her shoulder meant something to both of them, but did that give them the right to turn her? He wasn’t sure. If only he had gotten there faster. If only he could’ve stopped Richard.

“Rest. Yeah right.” He threw himself onto the sofa and stared up toward the second floor, confused and concerned about what the next day would bring. He had so many questions and it was obvious Darian had answers, but there was also the brand new baby vampire to worry about. 

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Did Someone Say Azurite the Archfey?

No? Well, like any shameless author with a four legged writing assistant I did say I would present you readers with a little picture of the biggest camera ham in my house. Reader, meet Azurite, my five year old shorthair who I'm 99% sure is actually a fey or an archdruid or some other form of troublemaking creature. She's either too smart for her own good or she's dumber then a box of crackers, and I love her very much.

See you next Month! 👋