Apocalyptic Montessa Goes Live!

Apocalyptic Montessa

Her mama always said she was special.

His daddy called him a demon.

But even monsters can fall in love.


Everybody! My friends! I am so excited! The digital version of Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love has just gone live! Print copies should be available in a few weeks.

If the guys from Ragnarok Publishing were here, I’d hug them. Have $3 to spare?  Then pick up a copy and maybe be the first to leave a review.  More than anything, dance with me! I hope you enjoy my very first novella.

Here is a peek inside:

IT SEEMED A SHAME TO BE SO CLOSE TO THE SEA and not to dabble in it just a little. There was nowhere Lu liked better. Sometimes he thought he’d been born of the sea, a Boy of Sorrows, and one day he’d simply walk back into the waves and disappear.

“Fitting,” she said.

“Why is that?”

She stared at the ocean with a fierceness that belied her earlier good nature. He saw long canines, guillotines, and axes in her eyes.

“You get rid of all of us, don’t you? In pieces and parts. How many are found? How long does it take? You have this life of secrecy. And in the end, you think you’ll just disappear and nobody will notice. It doesn’t happen like that.”

“It happens exactly like that.”

“It doesn’t. There’s always somebody who will miss you. Somebody who will know you’re gone. You think you can live on this earth and not leave some kind of imprint?”

Had he been the laughing type, he would have laughed at this. But it didn’t seem terribly funny. It just seemed terrible.

“Who’s going to miss you?” he asked. “Your mother? She’s dead. Your father? You wish he was. Your boyfriend? Think he’s gonna miss you?”

She leaned back against the seat.

“Miss me? No. Look for me? That’s something else altogether.” She turned to face him. “He’ll come looking. He probably already is. And when he does, you’d better be ready.”

“I’m not afraid of him.”

“You should be. I am.”

Lu sighed. Hopped out of the cab, went around, and wrenched Montessa’s door open. Her hands, still padlocked to the door handle, were yanked away, and she nearly fell out.

Lu grabbed her wrists, looked into her eyes.

“Are you going to scream?” he asked her.

She swallowed hard.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Not right now, no.”

“Then I won’t scream.”


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