NAMELESS Release Day!

nameless Guess what? Nameless is released today!

An adopted princess. An immortal Family. A snow-choked city…and one blood-red apple.

When Camille was six years old, she was discovered alone in the snow by Enrico Vultusino, godfather of the Seven—the powerful Families that rule magic-ridden New Haven. Papa Vultusino adopted the mute, scarred child, naming her after his dead wife and raising her in luxury on Haven Hill alongside his own son, Nico.

Now Cami is turning sixteen. She’s no longer mute, though she keeps her faded scars hidden under her school uniform, and though she opens up only to her two best friends, Ruby and Ellie, and to Nico, who has become more than a brother to her. But even though Cami is a pampered Vultusino heiress, she knows that she is not really Family. Unlike them, she is a mortal with a past that lies buried in trauma. And it’s not until she meets the mysterious Tor, who reveals scars of his own, that Cami begins to uncover the secrets of her birth…to find out where she comes from and why her past is threatening her now.

Now available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and independent bookstores.


I began writing what became Nameless about twelve years ago. For years I kept going back and poking at the opening scene, the young girl in the snow and Enrico Vultusino. I knew I wasn’t ready to write a character whose strength was more internal, not to mention one with a horrific stutter. (In an earlier attempt at a draft, Cami didn’t talk at all, and that was a headache, let me tell you.) Nico was also a headache, wanting more of the story than he really needed to have, until we both realized it was Cami’s story and she needed space and time to get it out. (I called it “Snow White and the Seven Mob Bosses” for a long time, and the Selkie kept asking when I was going to finish it, because that tagline made her laugh.) And finally, now, today, is Cami’s long-awaited chance to speak directly to you, to tell her story.

I’m glad. I hope you enjoy it. I’m my regular bundle of release-day nerves, so I’ll be over in the corner with my head in a bucket, trying desperately to finish the third Bannon & Clare book.

Over and out…

The Deadly Slog

IMG_8003 So yeah, today I hit 40K on The Ripper Affair. Which means the deadly slog of the Middle of the Book is nigh, and I’m not sure I can outlast this mofo. This is the point during every book where I completely doubt my ability to endure long enough that the goddamn book gets tired and finishes first.

*clears throat, delicately* Ahem. So to speak.

It doesn’t help that it hasn’t rained in days. Where’s my gray, dreary PNW winter? WHERE IS IT? I DEMAND IT! Or, you know, this being the West Coast, I just sort of ask politely and hold up my hands to show my nonaggression, and say please, if you would, I really miss the rain.

We’re pretty polite out here. Except over the mountains, where they’re not so polite at all. And oh my God, I should tell you all about the time I went to Forks. Yes, that Forks. Hint: it was way before the Cullens ever knew that place existed. Another hint: it did not end well.

Last but not least, the Jill Kismet omnibus is out! You can find it at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and also at indie stores. I am amazed and gratified. I got a copy in the mail just today and hugged it and told it how pretty it was.

*clears throat again* I am not sorry, but I am slightly ashamed.

Who am I kidding? I’m not ashamed at all.

Anyway, off to go reward myself by writing some more trailer-park fae…

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…