Serials
Serialised fiction published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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The intruders, breaking into the house to murder the mysterious little girl, definitely picked the wrong vampire to mess with. Charlotte can't wait to finish this piece of work.
Not quite as much fun as draining their bodies -- but hunting the four would-be murderers down in the dark is fairly entertaining, too. Looks like Kenyon has as much explaining to do as Charlotte does!
Charlotte has time to kill while she figures out how to keep from being killed by Kenyon. A drive in a pink car -- just the thing! Until she spots some very shady characters who converge on a house with guns at the ready ...
Time for Charlotte to return to California and face Kenyon's sure-to-be-grim music! Some day she would have to get around to that stress-free vacation, but right now, she has to figure out a strategy that will allow her to live through this confrontation.
Beverly knows more than she should about the disappearance of Giselle and Theo ... maybe more than her mind can bear. But for Charlotte, this is information she must get, at any cost.
Teenagers are maddening even to their parents. For an ancient vampire, teen sarcasm and chattering are even more aggravating. Charlotte has to deal with two of them at once, and even the precious information she has to get from the girls doesn't quite seem to be worth the hassle.
The club "Green Eyes" is closed and abandoned; Giselle and Theo are nowhere to be found. Charlotte hears that she is being blamed for their disappearance, and has no idea what has happened -- except that whatever has emptied the club can't be good.
The involuntary thrashing of his muscles ceased and Pat's movements settled as his mind slipped into a new sleep. And one of his questions was answered immediately: the slumber of death was a conscious sleep.
Jim has betrayed Kenyon by keeping his own pet vampire. Charlotte can wrap her mind around that. But then she finds out what Kenyon himself has been doing, and she knows she has to move quickly again.
As it turned out, committing suicide wasn't even all that difficult. In fact, when Doctor Burke told his colleagues about Pat's request for assisted suicide, it was like he'd placed a "Help Wanted" sign on Pat's chest.
Charlotte returns to the mainland and finds an unexpected visitor -- one with some secrets of his own that shake Charlotte to the core.
Tom Hamilton is an Irish Traveler. He currently lives with the clan known as the Mississippi Travelers. His work has appeared in over seventy publications including 'Bathtub Gin', 'The Rockford Review' and the 'Old Crow Review' among many others. Along with his wife Mary Theresa and their two small daughters, Tiffany and Hope Ann, he lives in Memphis TN.
Why do idiots always show up right before morning? Is there like some sort of club for stupid that lets out at four a.m? Fortunately the exhausted Charlotte finds the flavors of testosterone and stupidity a tasty combination.
Charlotte knows when it's time to hit the road -- or the water -- again: when lust-filled Claude's furious wife shows up to confront him!
Bobby is getting too nervous about Charlotte. Paulette is still drunk, and Claude the lecherous captain is making moves ... Charlotte needs a plan to deal with these fools, and soon. And a snack, don't forget the snack.
The crew of the yacht are very nice to look at, but not much good for anything else. A blunder on the captain's part causes Charlotte to tip her hand more than she would have liked
So spunky, but alas, he's so smelly ... Charlotte leaves the wounded pirate to the care of the yacht's crew, and seeks a few tools in someone else's cabin.
The drunken mistress falls into bed with her wounded lover, much to Charlotte's disgust. Can't these people keep their minds on anything but sex? Apparently not, but Charlotte's vacation is about to take an interesting turn as pirates show up, intent upon taking over a yacht that Charlotte has already decided belongs to her.
Midnight sailing lessons? Well, Charlotte has other ideas, which include seeing something go sailing -- right up against the wall with a hairy splat!
Vacation is on! No, wait, it's off! Now it's on! What, you call this a vacation? Charlotte's travel plans are anything but smooth, and a decent meal isn't to be found. Oh, but who is that rude little man? Vacation is on again!
Giselle and Theo don't care if Charlotte is on the run -- in fact they seem rather amused by the whole idea. And now, past the dried up posters and dusty travel brochures, it looks like Charlotte's dream is about to come true ...
After days on the road, all Charlotte wants to do is find some necessities of life: a nice wardrobe, a fun club, and some vampires who will offer her a smoke and not kill her on sight!
Have you ever noticed that when you're traveling, you get hungrier than usual? What's Charlotte supposed to do when fast food just about throws itself at her?
Kenyon's club, Dark Whispers, is getting strange. Vampire slayers are watching it. Thrill-seeking yuppies are invading it. And now, a certain vampire named Charlotte is giving Kenyon a very big headache ...
Someone has been sneaking around Charlotte's door. Her loot is even hotter than she thought it was. Oh, girl, it is definitely time to run!
Charlotte is getting ready to run, but not before she takes the opportunity to torment her nosy neighbor with a little undressing.
The time has come -- Lynn must decide whether to leave to study with Mitch, or stay with Harry. Which would you do?
Art has escaped and summoned the Hell Spawn to carry Lynn away -- and Art is no longer afraid of the vampires ...
Once again the company gathers in Lynn's room, this time to plan the parting of their ways. But wait, there's a sound next door, and this time it isn't Helen and Ernie's frolics!
Erika bursts into a room with three vampires and suddenly begins to understand why her partner Harry occasionally appears to have fangs. But there is no way she can understand the alliance Harry has with the unpredictably dangerous Mitch.