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  • Wolf Creek: Gay Werewolf Romance
    Wolf Creek: Gay Werewolf Romance
    by Nikko Lee, Digital Fiction

    Life as a gay omega werewolf is no fairytale.

  • Bon Appetit: Stories & Recipes for Human Consumption
    Bon Appetit: Stories & Recipes for Human Consumption
    by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt, Rev. Thomas Thorn, Nikko Lee, Dax Bordas, Sebastian Bendix, Rick Powell, Misty Tyers, J. N. Cameron
    Contains Bouillon de Bebe 
  • Spar
    Spar
    by Nikko Lee

    A closeted black belt comes to terms with his bisexuality when he takes an openly gay student as his new sparring partner.

  • NECRONOMICUM #2 (NECRONOMICUM: The Magazine of Weird Erotica)
    NECRONOMICUM #2 (NECRONOMICUM: The Magazine of Weird Erotica)
    by Gary Budgen, Julian Darius, Richard Greico Jr, Nikko Lee, K. A. Opperman, Alice Renard, Rose Banks, Paul St. John Mackintosh, Michael Seese

    Contains Instabiable by Nikko Lee

  • Zombiefied Reloaded: The Search for More Brains
    Zombiefied Reloaded: The Search for More Brains
    by Carol Hightshoe, Cynthia Ward, Terry M. West, Christie Meierz, Dana Bell, Mary E. Lowd, Patrick J. Hurley, Francis W. Alexander, Liam Hogan

    Brainatarian by Nikko Lee

  • Coming Back
    Coming Back
    by James Arthur Anderson, Brian Barnett, Dave Fragments, Shawna Galvin, Vince Darcangelo, Ken Goldman, Michael Lindquist

    Contains A Mother Knows by Nikko Lee (paperback available at Lulu.com)

  • Wolf Warriors: The National Wolfwatcher Coalition Anthology
    Wolf Warriors: The National Wolfwatcher Coalition Anthology
    by Jonathan W. Thurston

    Contains Great Mother Wolf by Michelle Knowlton

  • People Eating People: A Cannibal Anthology
    People Eating People: A Cannibal Anthology
    by Frank Larnerd, Tony Peak, Geoff Gander, Shenoa Caroll-Bradd, Robert Hart, Nikko Lee, Kyle Yadlosky, Edward Martin III

    Contains Bouillon de Bebe by Nikko Lee

  • Valves & Vixens: Steampunk Erotica
    Valves & Vixens: Steampunk Erotica
    by Nicole Gestalt, Crysta Coburn, J.T Seate, Nikko Lee, V.C., Zak Jane Keir, Blair, Regina Kammer, Jim Lee

    Contains Boson's Mate by Nikko Lee

  • The Big Book of Bizarro
    The Big Book of Bizarro
    by Rich Bottles Jr.

    Contains Honey-Do by Nikko Lee

  • Between Love and Lust
    Between Love and Lust
    by Nikko Lee

    E-book

    Print-on-demand paperback

  • Templar and Other Stories of Suspense and Terror (Vampires 2, Volume 4)
    Templar and Other Stories of Suspense and Terror (Vampires 2, Volume 4)
    by J. Troy Seate, Patricia McCarthy, Nikke Lee, Andrea Saavedra, James Hartley, Edward McKeown, Mike Graves, J.E. Gurley, Zakk Erikson, David Bernstein C.C. Blake

    Contains Pure Delight by Nikko Lee

Thursday
Feb082018

When will the time be right to write?

7PM - Writing time

After work is done. After the commute and dog walking have been accomplished. After dinner has been cook and consumed and the dishes have possibly been put into the dishwasher. After the kids have had their baths. After my son has gone to sleep.

'Come with me.'

The tiny voice echoes my inner procrastinator. My daughter will be going to bed in half an hour and all she wants is to hang out with me.

I'm tired. I haven't thought about my novel all day - in weeks really. I don't even know where to jump back into the editing process. I need to update my scene by scene summary. I have a list of small and major edits to accomplish. I really should re-read the entire manuscript.

One day I will have time to breath, think, exercise and write. Last night I snuggled my daughter as we watched 30 minutes of a movie before it was time for the 30-60 minute process that is putting a 3 year old into her bed and keeping her there until she falls asleep.

One day I will write again. Just not tonight.

Thursday
Feb012018

Nasty Bits

Based off of a writing prompt. Too much horror for a crime/mystery flash fiction?

 

"On the thirteenth alligator gizzard she opened with her scalpel, out poured a dazzling array of cabochon-cut star sapphires, mingled with mud, grit, and a rotting human finger."

It wasn't the first time Angel had found a piece of something formerly living inside a gizzard. Nasty bits, Grandmama Leclare used to call them when Angel used to helped her prepared for the meat for the fryer. Gators collected all sorts of debris from ballast stones to half-digested animal parts. People weren't much more than animals that had managed to crawl out of the swamp anyways.

Working as a veterinary technician in Bon Ami, Louisiana, Angel had confirmed the death of more than one four-legged companion by gutting the gator a grieving owner was convinced had done the deed. She had never found anything of value among the grit and mud until she started baiting her own lines.

The sapphires were muddy pools of tears caught the light from her headlamp. Jerry was going to be pissed she'd found them. Those pretty little gems where supposed to be his ticket - their ticket - out of the swamps. Instead, they had sunk Angel's dreams of a better life for the three of them.

Angel stuffed the cold stones into the pocket of her blood-covered apron. She picked up the small finger and examined its disintegrating flesh and glistening white bone. It was nothing like a cat or dog leg. The joints curled around her own finger, a disembodied muscle memory.

First she would strip and dry the bones before adding them to the box that held Charlie's baby teeth. She have to set more traps, but at least she knew she was trapping in the right area. In a hundred days, even the larger bones would be completely digested and she would give up. Angel considered using bigger chunks as bait, but there was only so much of Jerry left.

Tuesday
Jan092018

Reprints in the new year

Great news for the new year. I've found two differnt publishers to re-release Spar and Wolf Creek. Look for them in the coming new year.

Now if I could only finish off Safe Word. I still love the story and the characters, but my lack of research ahead of writing has left me at an impass. Either I complete re-write one character and most of her scenes or I aim for a different market that won't look too closely at the morgue scenes.

Tuesday
Dec262017

Baby, it's cold outside

There's a saying that there is no bad weather just poor dress. We might be putting that adage to the test this week as the northeast if plunged into the deep freeze and daycare is off for the holidays. My senior snow dog is growing less fond of the cold with each passing year. He's good until about 20F below which he's content to curl up in the living room or garage if the house is too hot.

I used to think that getting myself layered up was a chore. Now with two little ones to wrangle into winter gear, it's a whole other ball game. Still my daughter and I went outside today to roll around in the snow, pretend to climb mountains and break trail from the house to the yard.

There's nothing quite as refreshing as getting outside in the dead of winter. I need to add new snow pants to my must have list and a sled for my three year old. I'm tempted to get a double sled, but my dogs pulling years are behind him and I'm not sure I'd enjoy dragging two along.

Some days we all make it out including the dog, which is a site to see. I complain about the cold and snow until I get dressed properly and just get out there. I keep an eye on their exposed skin and don't travel too far from home. In a few more years, they'll be ready for skiing, snowshoeing and winter hiking.

For now, just walking the dog is adventure enough.

Thursday
Dec142017

Tiny Tyrant

Wake up. Go to sleep. Wake up.

My toddler play this game whenever I'm tired and put my head down to rest. She wants me to be wake up.

I don't want to be alone.

I hear as I take three steps away from her.

I want to come with you.

A familiar refrain as I try to accomplish any task out of sight of my daughter.

Don't leave. I want to snuggle.

My attempts to leave her after a good-night kiss are met with this seemingly innocent request and often accompanied by claims of monsters.

Save me.

I want to eat on your lap.

Not that cup. The green cup with the blue lid. Not that one.

Put PJs right back on.

Life with a toddler means constant demands, a good chance of a mess and infinite possibilities for sweetness and laughter.

I'm going to push you over.

She laughs and whether I like it or not, my daughter is determined to make it happen.