June 25, 2025

BookQW = CLIMB


THIRTEEN REFLECTIONS
A Friday the 13th Story #7
Some mirrors don’t just reflect the world.
They trap souls.
And once you look in... something else might be looking back.

     Before she could open the door, Jax stood there looking as mad as a wet hen…or a rooster in this case.
     “Are you going to have me arrested?” she asked, climbing out of the car. She’d never been in jail before, but there was always a first time for everything—or so they say.
     “It all depends on why you felt it necessary to sneak your way into my ancestral home,” Jax asked, the tension in his neck and shoulders visible.
     “The need to know, I suppose,” she answered, slowly releasing the breath she drew in.
     “To know what exactly?” Jax asked in an uncertain tone.
     “How and why that young girl had to die,” she said, drawing her brows together in thought.
 

 

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June 18, 2025

BookQW = KICK


SIMPLY TO DIE FOR
Where danger and secrets lurk around every corner.

“You keep thinking, Detective, because as of now I’m taking this out of your jurisdiction.” She turned to Jackie, “You got all that?”
   “Damn straight,” Jackie said, thumping the door against his side once more. “I’ll call in Lee from forensics and put my best people on the case. Plus I got that information you wanted.”
  Clar nodded, heading toward the door. Jackie bumped it against Cameron again and Clar slipped past him.
    “Now wait just a minute,” Cameron bellowed.
   “Like I said, arrest me or I’m gone. When you feel like actually cooperating and solving this case, I’m sure you can figure out where to find me.” She walked away on that exit line proud that she didn’t give in to her urge to kick him. Now she just had to rescue Levi, solve a murder, figure out who was out to get her, and work with Jimmy O’Brien. He looked just as wonderful as the day she told him to get the hell away from her and stay away. Damn, one of these days …

June 13, 2025

New Release June 13, 2025


 

Ravenclaw Manor
Friday, June 13
Late 1800s

 

E

ighty-year-old Felicity Firestone dipped the tip of the brush into the watercolor for the last time, smiling at the reflection in the mirror. The tear slipping down her cheek reflected the lie of her smile. Nothing would ever be the same now that love had broken her heart for the last time.

Like the others before Samuel, Felicity only had to look in the mirror to see the reflections of those who broke promises of loving her forever.

“You’re all mine forever and no woman will ever come between us again,” she chanted repeatedly with each brush stroke.

As the last bit of color on Samuel’s image glided across the tarnished surface, the antique gold mirror crackled into thirteen pieces, each broken section a reflection of one of the twelve man who had broken her heart.

The well-used horse-hair brush slipped from her fingers and Felicity’s soul faded into the thirteenth broken piece, her reflection alongside those she loved and were betrayed by.

 

Ravenclaw Manor
Friday, June 13, 2025
 

C

arousel Ryder pulled onto the road leading to Ravenclaw Manor, flashing red lights reflecting inside her car. Parking next to the wrought iron fence meant to keep people out as much as to keep them in, Cari knew the coroner’s vehicle meant one thing.

Death.

When she’d started on this journey some months ago to learn more about the legend of a the Ravenclaw haunted mirror, she didn’t think that it would lead to finding death on the manor’s door. But there it was, mocking her efforts yet again.

Another dead end—no pun intended—for her to work through.

All her research surrounding the disappearance of Felicity Firestone, the one-time heiress to the Firestone fortune, always led Cari back to Ravenclaw. And then there were the rumors of Felicity being a practitioner of the black arts, the disappearance of twelve men who at one time or another had romanced her. Could one of those twelve have fathered the only child of Felicity Firestone?

Knock. Knock.

Cari jumped. She was so deep in thought that she never noticed someone stood next to her car door.

“Can I help you?” she asked after rolling the window down several inches.

“You need to move your car. This is a crime scene,” the handsome dark-haired man with a far too serious look said with an air of privileged authority.

“By whose authority? I’m parked on the street, not on the property,” she huffed, daring him to challenge her.

“This is my property, and you need to get off of it,” the man quietly ordered, his gaze piercing hers.

“I’m supposed to meet someone here,” Cari said, pulling out a slip of paper from her notebook. “A man by the name of Jackson F. Clairmont.”

“And you are?”

“Carousel Ryder, I’ve been doing research on the disappearance of Felicity Firestone in the 1800s.” Cari answered, closing her notebook. “Do you know Mr. Clairmont?” 

 

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June 11, 2025

BookQW = CRAVE


 SIMPLY TO DIE FOR
Where danger and secrets lurk around every corner.


Clar’s stomach churned, the sour bile fighting to find a way up and through her mouth. If the rumblings didn’t settle down soon, she’d likely drown in her own vomit. She took deep breaths, one at a time, through her nose until the rolling ceased. At least for the time being.
     “I think we’ve had enough conversation for now. I can only imagine how tired you must be and crave the need to rest.”
      The vehicle slid to a stop, slamming Clar between the seat and floorboards. The door Clar’s head was lodged against swung open. The heat of the day washed over her. A sweet smell enveloped her nose and mouth. Clar fell back into the peaceful sleep she’d woke from several minutes before. The sound of evil laughter chasing her down the rabbit’s hole.


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June 4, 2025

BookQW = Tight


THIRTEEN REFLECTIONS
A Friday the 13th Story #7
Some mirrors don’t just reflect the world.
They trap souls.
And once you look in... something else might be looking back. 


“Me?” Jax asked surprised.

“No. The spirit was talking through you. She meant me,” Cari said, biting her lower lip.

“You? Why would she want you?” Jax asked, his mouth as dry as the Sahara Desert.

“I’m not sure, but there really is only one way to find out,” Cari said, pointing to the mirror.

“That mirror gazing you were telling me about? Is that dangerous?” Jax asked, his muscles tight and ready to fight if need be. He hadn’t felt this protective of someone in years.

“It might be, but only if I fall too deep and you don’t pull me out,” Cari said, tilting her head and pausing for a second. “I have every confidence that you won’t let anything happen to me.”

 

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