Worlds in My Head

Birds of a Feather

An overdose, meant to get the attention of her parents after her sister’s death, lands Pigeon at Camp Hope with other troubled teens. It’s up to Pigeon to decide if her Aves wings can fly through her cage of anger or if they’re a crock of shit like everything else she ignores there.

My Protector: The Calling

When Eri develops an internal link to the man-eating beasts plaguing the planet, she must learn how to control the Calling and gain the necessary skills to fight them or she’ll end up dead.


 Going to the river was forbidden.
I knew this, yet I stepped off the gravel path and walked into the field. With teeth clenched, I sucked in rapid breaths, enough to nearly taste the crisp grass beneath my feet.
The thudding inside my ribcage screamed at me to turn around. Stop, Eri!
Early moonlight sparkled off the few remaining patches of snow. I should have paid attention to nature’s signal. Even the winter knew better than to dwell this close to the safety border.
A gong sang out across the village, ringing through my insides.
The warning bell.
I glanced over my shoulder at the hazy silhouettes of people fleeing for refuge, their shouts dying in the distance. I should have turned back. But the charcoal sky and inky river pulled me forward.
Adrenaline flooded my veins, propelling my legs faster. My brain searched for one sane thought to stop my muscles from carrying me out there.
Suicide. This is suicide!
Conflicting thoughts swirled through my head. I squeezed my eyes shut against the confusion and pressed my hands over my ears, begging the pounding inside to leave me alone. “Please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop—”
Something broke through the tree line, blurry with speed, eerily dark, features impossible to decipher.
Logic told me to turn and run for my life, but my feet rooted to the frosty ground.
A blanket of anger draped over my world, muffling sound, wrapping me in rage. I crouched into an aggressive stance, primed and eager to spring forward. Ready.
The nightmare sped toward me, moving more like water than animal, swift and fluid in the gloom. Seconds separated us.

My Protector: The Becoming

Book two of Eri's journey to control the Calling.

One thing is certain. The Calling controls  CONSUMES me.

My Protector: The Rising

Book three of Eri's journey to control the Calling.

I’ve never known fury. Didn’t think I was capable. 

The anger in my hands, my body, my heart, I own it whether I want to or not. 

It’s mine now. 

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