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Newest Release: From Dark Waters and Woods
This books tells the tales of my life growing up in the swamps of Florida. But each story beginning as an actual adventure soon takes a dark and horrifying turn as the things that dwell in the murky waters and Spanish Moss bedecked trees take over.
Current Books:
In Progress:
Velvet Iris
Victorian gothic horror story that tells a tale similar to Beauty and the Beast if the Beast was Dr. Jeckyll/Ms. Hyde. There is some romance in this one, but it still oozes with the dark and macabre imagery and situations I am becoming known for in some parts.
A wealthy woman of science with a side even darker than what the towns folk suspect finds her ability to feel when she falls in love with her newest assistant, a woman running from a life of hardship and cruelty. And yet, despite their blooming love and acceptance of the skeletons in their backyards, the town demands blood. As Iris tries to come to terms with what it’s like to be human and Tristesse embraces the monster she has fallen for, they both face suffering and battles abound. The question is, who will bleed the most? The people with pitchforks or the women whose heads they cry out for?
Darkling Cloud
The little thing was adorable, and fiesty.
“A dark little cloud to brighten my shitty day,” he mumbled and then grinned. “Darkling Cloud…that’s your name now, wee one.”
And so it was, and Darkling Cloud glanced up from her meal and winked. But the man didn’t see that.
The Crone of Crows
The death of her twin sister was a blow in and of itself, but the chaotic tsunami of disruption and madness that came rushing in to fill the newly formed void was even worse. Magda was a creature of solitude, a hermit to some, and one of habit. Her home, her daily routines, her satisfaction at living out the last half or third or sixth of her life was abruptly ripped away and there was really only one thing to say about it all.
“Well, shit.”
Amanda Leanne 