Damnation, the Zombie-Killing Cowboy

Hey guys, remember that zombie-killing cowboy story I was talking about? Well, you can now buy it in e-format.


The West is a wild place, where the poison wind blows and the dead walk. But there is gold, and whiskey, and enough room for a man to forget what he once was. Until he no longer can.

Jack Gabriel’s been the sheriff in Damnation almost since the town grew out of the dust and the mud. He keeps the peace–sort of–and rides the circuit every dawn and dusk with the chartermage, making sure the wilderness doesn’t seep into the fragile attempt at civilization. Out here, away from the cities clinging to the New World’s eastern rim, he doesn’t remember what he was. Or at least, not much.

But Damnation is growing, and along comes a schoolmarm. Catherine Barrowe is a right proper Boston miss, and it’s a mystery why she would choose this particular town, where everything scandalous and dangerous is probably too much for a quality lady like her. Sometimes the sheriff wonders why she came out West–because everyone who does is running from something. He doesn’t realize Cat may be prickly, delicate, and proper, but she is also determined. She’s in Damnation to find her wayward older brother, whose letters were full of dark hints about gold, and trouble, and something about a claim.

In a West where charm and charter live alongside clockwork and cold steel, where hot lead kills your enemy once but it takes a blessing to make his corpse stay down, Cat will keep digging until she finds out what happened to her brother. If Jack knew what she was after, he could solve the mystery–because he killed the young man, and for good reason.

The thing is, Cat’s brother just won’t stay dead, and the undead are rising with him…

This is set in the Bannon & Clare universe, because when Bannon & Clare go to the New World, these characters have a small role to play. It just fell out of my head while I was agonizing over another book, and I’m so glad it did. I had SO MUCH FUN with this, you cannot even imagine. From Cat’s arrival in Damnation to the very last page, I had an absolute ball with these characters. There’s horses, and gold claims, and peril, and gunsmoke, and saloon girls, and just basically all the Western tropes I could find and pay homage to. I hope you like it, I hope you have as much fun (or more!) reading it as I did writing.


BANDIT KING is now released!

Tristan d’Arcenne is what he always wished to be–Vianne di Rocancheil’s Consort. But Vianne is no more a mere noblewoman, she is the Queen of Arquitaine, faced with treachery, invasion, war, and a Consort whose secrets may well shatter their marriage. For before Tristan was hers, he belonged to a King…and that King died by Tristan’s hand.

Arquitaine needs them both. The country is locked in a deadly game whose rules change by the moment. The Queen is an adept player, but hardly ruthless enough. The contest requires a man who has nothing to lose, a man who has already done the worst and will continue to do so for his wife, his country, and his own salvation.

The Bandit King approaches…

Now available online!

I’m so excited, dear Readers. I wrote Hedgewitch years upon years ago, and I had to wait (and make several false starts) before I could write Tristan. For one thing, I didn’t like him very much. (I still don’t.) But he kept on bugging me, in the back of my head, showing up at odd moments with that damn smile of his, poking and prodding. Don’t you want to know what happened next? Don’t you want to know why I did what I did?

Damn characters.

Anyway, Readers, let me invite you back into the world of Arquitaine. War-torn and weary, the country needs a Queen, and Vianne is doing her best. But Arquitaine–and Vianne–also need a hero.

Too bad all they have is Tristan.

Hello, Strange Angels!

strange-angels-coverToday is the release date for my first young adult book, Strange Angels. This is the book I refer to as “Supernatural meets Buffy, with a dash of Appalachian folk magic and some Eastern European folklore thrown in. Oh, and Vampire Hunter D.” (You can find the blurb here.)

The initial image for this book was a teenage girl in her kitchen, staring at the back door. She was surrounded by boxes, and she was terrified. Then the angle moved around, and I got a glimpse of the back door, and I realized why she was scared–she was looking at a zombie. And that zombie used to be her father.

I worked on the story off and on, finding out about this girl. Then one opportune day my agent called and said, “Can you do young adult?”

I said, “I can, but it probably won’t get published. It’s got patricide in the first five chapters, and it’s not even finish–”

“Send it.”

So I did. Lo and behold, the book sold. I never thought I’d do YA, because of the darkness (and profanity) that shines through all my work. (Maybe “shines” isn’t the right word.) Besides, there’s my utter unwillingness to dial back on either (because the world is a dark place and hey, people say naughty words) to consider, too. And yet it happened, and I had a great time writing this book.

Now all the work and the waiting has come to an end. There’s a giveaway over at Darque Reviews, and you can find Strange Angels at Barnes & Noble, Borders, Powell’s, Indiebound, and Amazon.

And I hope you like it. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to Dru Anderson and Strange Angels. I loved writing it, and I’ll close with the same offer I make every time: Come in. Sit down. Let me tell you a story…