October 5 2015

GHOSTS: Act I, Episode 1


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The man in the tan camouflage removes a Beretta M9A1 from the holster at his hip and lays it on the desk. The muzzle points at me. Four black stars line each of his lapels and the space above the brim of his cap. He gestures to the seat opposite him. I fall into it.

“How did you get out of Arrendale?” he asks.

I drop my gaze to the gun. “Broken cell door.”

“Coronal mass ejections can cause malfunctions in electric components.”

“It was broke before the sun storm. They never bothered to fix it.”

“What about the guards?”

“They got scared when the rumbles started. They abandoned their posts and left us to die.”

He leans forward. “Except you didn’t die, Coolidge.” His eyes are deep pools with curiosity swirlin’ behind ’em. “You’re the only known survivor. Why is that?”

My mouth is dry. I lick my lips. They feel like tanned leather. “Maybe some of the prisoners escaped and ran outside.” I shrug. “Radiation’s a ugly thing.”

“All three male inmates were castrated. Bled to death. Place looked like an abattoir.”

I try to reflect the menace in his eyes. “I don’t know nothin’ about that.”

He leans back and strokes the seat’s padded arm. He waves a hand toward the machine guns on the shelf beside him. “I know a few things about what makes people tick. Regardless of background, one thing universally holds true. Human beings have a driving need to survive.”

“I ain’t never heard of a suicide bomber who wanted to live.” I cross my arms over my chest.

He lifts a finger. “But, they’re perfect examples to illustrate my point. Suicides want what they believe in to live. Because they believe so fully, so absolutely, they’ll sacrifice their own bodies to ensure their cause’s success. That’s survival.”

Dyin’ to live. Livin’ to die. He may have a point.

He presses his lips together. Shadows dance along the contours of his face. Possession flares in his eyes. “How badly do you want to survive, Coolidge?”

My heart wants to.

My head don’t.

I lift my chin. Fast as a cottonmouth, he snaps up the Beretta and drills my good leg with 9 millimeters of lead to match my other hole. I tumble out of the chair, clutching the bloody shreds. Red stains my hands and the floor as I flail, but I reel in the pain.

He holsters the weapon and towers over me. “If you’re as desperate to live as I suspect, you’d be wise to listen. I need a ghost. Someone who can disappear through walls. Someone who feels nothing. Someone who gives her middle finger to fear. I need the ultimate survivor.” He leans down. “I need you.”

I struggle to my feet. Standing nose to nose with him, I say, “I’m a damn good ghost.”

“I know.” He walks out, leaving me alone with his gun collection.

The general never gave his name. Maybe he’s a ghost too.

October 1 2015

Hollie Porter Builds a Raft

Buy this book!Congratulations to my dear friend, Eliza Gordon (aka Jenn Sommersby) on the release of her new book, HOLLIE PORTER BUILDS A RAFT!

I had the privilege of reading an early draft of this continuation of MUST LOVE OTTERS (which you MUST read if you haven’t already–it’s on sale for $1.99 for a limited time, and it’s HILARIOUS), and I loved it.

When HOLLIE PORTER BUILDS A RAFT opens, it’s been about a year since the incident that turned Hollie’s and Ryan’s worlds upside down, and they’ve eased into a comfortable routine. They’re thinking about settling down permanently, but their peace gets muddied when Hollie’s mother Lucy storms Revelation Cove in a tornado of leopard-print leggings, big hair, and faux designer heels. Lucy is everything Hollie isn’t–totally unfiltered, oblivious to the world around her, and thoroughly obnoxious. And her boyfriend is worse.

As Hollie organizes her wedding (with the help of familiar faces like Miss Betty, Nurse Bob, Tabby, and others–YAY!), one plan after another is crushed under the weight of the Lucynado, which threatens to smash not only the impending nuptials, but also Hollie’s sanity.

All the humor from MUST LOVE OTTERS is here in HOLLIE PORTER BUILDS A RAFT. Our steadfast, strong, and oh-so-tolerant hockey hero Ryan is more delicious than ever. (Every woman needs a Ryan in her life. He’s just perfect!) Hollie’s colorful, neurotic displays of self-doubt, worry, and OH-MY-GOD-I’M-GOING-TO-MURDER-HER will keep you giggling from beginning to end. If you’re like me, you may shed a few tears along the way too. Eliza Gordon has a unique way of digging into your Feels and zapping them with her emotion-defibrillators when you least expect it.

And of course, there are otters. :-)

HOLLIE PORTER BUILDS A RAFT is available at the following retailers. Check it out! You won’t be disappointed!


Amazon UK

Amazon Australia

Amazon Canada

Barnes & Noble



August 30 2015

GHOSTS: Behind the Scenes


Hello, readers! Here’s a little update about what I’ve been up to and where I’m heading with All the Book Things in the near future …

It’s no big secret I’ve been having a hell of a hard time writing anything since ROCK came out. This summer, I took a class through Savvy Authors called “The Book Factory.” Kerri Nelson taught it. She shared great advice for authors about how to put out gobs of content despite everything (time, job, family, and other responsibilities) standing in your way. Kerri said the trick to giving your keyboard a workout amidst life’s constant interruptions is simple: write for at least 15 minutes every day and shoot for a minimum of 500 words.

I liked that. Everyone can do that. Even me, post-muse (R.I.P., Muse. You were a fierce friend and a trusty companion. Until you ditched my ass! BITCH.).

So, I took up Kerri’s writing challenge, but I added my own twist: write EXACTLY 500 words every day. One scene. Five hundred words. Not a word more or less.

I’ve been religiously writing 500-word scenes ever since. And I think I’ve gotten pretty good at it. In fact, this post is exactly 500 words. See what I did there? :-)

The writing is moving along pretty well, but the words coalescing on my screen are … weird. They’re not like my other words, and not just because I’m writing apocalyptic dystopian science fiction with no chance of a happily ever after. These words are different because for the first time in ages, I’m not trying please anyone else. I’m writing for pure FUN. (Granted, the story isn’t much fun for its protagonist, Sarah Coolidge. Poor girl takes a LOT of shit in this tale of gloom, doom, and weapons of mass destruction–BOOM!)

It may not be my usual rock star hardcore erotica or epic Elemental battle or even Hawaiian drug lords with shadowy powers, but I’m very excited and proud of this piece.

GHOSTS will be presented in serial form, but it’s totally different (I think) from other serials you may have read. Those who follow me and my work know I don’t like boxes–especially where creativity is concerned. I like to bust open boxes, shit on them, set them afire, and put them out with a gasoline hose. In other words,  GHOSTS will be typical Kendall Grey in that it’s completely atypical. Ha!

My goal in writing this serial was to fuck readers up. To make you question everything. To annihilate the concepts of genres and order and logic. Who needs those motherhuffers, anyway? FUCK ’em!

In October, I’ll start posting mixed-up, whacked-out, completely non-linear, fucked up scenes from GHOSTS here on my web site. Five hundred words at a time. Except for the part where they become 1,000 words. Or 1,500 words. Or … well, you’ll see.

This serial will be free to anyone who wants to read it, but you certainly don’t have to. I didn’t write Sarah’s story for you. I wrote it for ME. :-)


August 24 2015

Virginia Is for Romance!

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Welcome to my new and (hopefully) improved home page! I’m launching the revamped site with news about my final book signing for 2015, Virginia Is for Romance, which will be October 3 in Richmond, VA. If you’re in the Richmond area, I’d love to meet you there. As you can see from the image above, a host of amazing authors will be in attendance.

Information about the signing, the schedule, and how to get tickets is here. I’ll bring a selection of my most popular titles to the event, but if you want to reserve a specific book to ensure I have one for YOU, you can fill out this form. You don’t have to pay for anything until the signing. This is simply a reservation form.

Virginia Is for Romance also has a Facebook page where you can keep up to date with the latest news. Be sure to check it out.

As of right now, I don’t plan to attend any events in 2016 or beyond, so this may be my last chance to sip vodka martinis with you. Hope you can make it!