Where, oh where, is Kitty Irish? In Which There is News…and a Cover Reveal!

After being contacted by a reader in search of the final book of the Kitty Irish Trilogy, I realized I’ve never let people know what happened with the trilogy. I’m sad to say that the small press who gave Kitty her first break went out of business. Prior to that, the press decided to concentrate on romance and so my rights reverted to me.

It’s been a while, but I’m so pleased and excited to announce that Books We Love has decided to republish the trilogy! The first Kitty, complete with new title and exciting new cover could be out as early as this week!

So…with no further ado…scroll down to check out the new cover.


Celebrate with me! As soon as she’s live, I’ll let you know!


Release Day!

It’s here! Book Three of the Kitty Irish Trilogy is out. Flying in the Dark is available at Amazon, Smashwords, and on sale at Turquoise Morning Press! It’s on the way at Barnes and Noble and in paperback.


High school senior Kitty Irish knows exactly what Daniel Phinney expected of her—eradicate the werewolves haunting the Manistee National Forest—until her father comes home from Iraq and takes over.

Too bad Kitty’s plan unravels. Her father spends his time watching the tree line from the safety of a wingback chair. Her hunting partner analyzes college campuses while she analyzes kill sites. When her brother finds a new friend in a long lost uncle, Kitty’s war with the werewolves becomes a battle for more than just her own life.

Whatever Phinney prepared her for, this isn’t it.

In the final installment of the Kitty Irish Trilogy, Kitty’s past meets her present in an explosive confrontation. The battle comes to her front porch making the fight for the future more than claws and fangs.

Come along for the ride and finish out Kitty’s adventure!

Werewolves Start Some Interesting Conversations…

My daughter finished reading Trajectories recently, and her best friend is about 2/3 of the way through. So when I picked them up from school the other day, they jumped into the van with a strange request.

“Mom, can we camp out the next time there’s a full moon?” my daughter asked. “And take along little jars to collect werewolf dust?”

“Sure,” I said, “but I draw the line at weapons.”

“Shoot,” my daughter said. She regrouped fast. “Can we take along a silver spoon or a fork?”

A vision crossed my mind of taking on a lion with a melon baller. My werewolf experience may be limited but I would hate to face a creature of the underworld armed with a spork.

“Okay,” I agreed. “But I can’t guarantee a positive outcome.”

We headed for home, pondering that. I came up with a bright idea. “How about if we make little silver caps for the dogs’ teeth and send them out as protection with you?”

As soon as it came out of my mouth, we all knew it would never work. Our dog Frank is afraid of rain, and Phoebe, the puppy, is afraid of stairs. The dogs would be long gone before the big boys even showed up. Silver teeth only work if they’re facing forward…which took my daughter on an interesting tangent.

Frank is greater than ten years old. As a geriatric dog, he’s plagued with a number of problems—skin rashes, goopy eyes, and gastrointestinal issues. Putting it as nicely as I’m able, Frank has the worst gas ever.

“What would happen if we fed the dogs silver?” my daughter asked.

“Hmmm,” I said. “As in noxious fumes?”

“Exactly,” she said.

I thought of a tent pitched under the full moon surrounded by eau de argentum courtesy of Frank. She might be on to something there.

It beats a melon baller.