'Into a Vault of Blood' Is Now Available for Preorder!

Book #3 of the Pearl Dragon series is now available for preorder! 

The novella will be released Oct. 15, in the midst of spooky season. Bwahahahaha …

Check it out here.



Blurb: 

New Orleans. A city brimming with spiritual energy and magic.

Art thief Pearl Tham is lured out of hiding. The Fortingris werewolves might still be after her for what she did in France, but the promise of long-lost treasure is too tempting. 

She travels to a Haitian vodou shop in New Orleans expecting to learn the location of a painting she’s long wanted. Instead, she finds trouble of the worst kind. It isn’t in her nature to run, so she does what she does best: go into full battle mode. 

The problem is, she’s fighting the most bloodthirsty of the supernatural entities that call New Orleans home.

Laissez les bons temps rouler. Let the good times roll.

Dive into this fast-paced adventure if you love strong female antiheroes, monster slaying, high stakes, werewolves, and vampires. 

If you haven’t read the first two novellas, you can check them out here:

Offerings for the Dead

Under a Hunter’s Moon


Here's a snippet from Into a Vault of Blood:



Pearl slowed down. It felt like she’d been running forever. She should have reached the edge of the cemetery by now. The rows of tombs surrounding her in every direction were very similar in the dark. Could she have been running around in circles and not known it?

She was debating whether to climb onto one of the taller vaults to see if she could find the perimeter wall when she spotted fleeting movement. She whirled around, her katana raised.

A girl sat at the base of a stone angel. She was around eight or nine years old. The moon’s radiance passed right through her. The translucence of the child’s skin and her long white gown told Pearl she was a ghost, and long dead.

The young apparition eyed her intently from her seat. “What are you doing?”

She spoke barely above a whisper. If there had been trees around, Pearl might have mistaken the voice for the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Her thumping heart settled down. Apparitions didn’t bother her. They were everywhere in New Orleans. She had already seen several in the cemetery, most of whom were minding their own business.


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