I can't even begin to tell you how much I love that word. It makes me think of shifty-eyed alley dwellers who prefer the fire escape to the elevator. And when I begin a new book, I'm one of them. Creating a web of intrigue, romance, and horror meant to envelop you so completely that by chapter two you are at the mercy of my characters and their edge-of-sanity decisions.
Come into my parlor, darlings. Book eight in the Jaz Parks series is spinning on my wicked wheel. And hell just wouldn't be the same without you. Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha.