Regan St. James is just your typical eighteen-year-old vampire hunter. He enjoys sharp objects and random hook-ups. But one night, in a quiet little mountain college town, he meets a guy named Ira who just might change his life. If he can survive Ira’s relatives, of course. . . .
The enigmatic Peacock King, ruler of half of the known world, seeks to possess the land itself by enslaving the spirits of the wild. Gerald, a newly initiated Poet whose magic is as real as he can write it, is also one of the Armed—enforcers of the Law who wield guns with souls. His mission: infiltrate the Peacock King’s Court . . .
killthewabbit is a web-based improvisation using social media tools. The main character, killthewabbit, is a bodysnatcher — someone who gives rides to casual commuters — in the Bay area. He is also a predator. Readers are encouraged to participate by commenting, tweeting, friending killthewabbit on Facebook, and using other social networking applications. . . .
A work of “singularity” fiction, in which reality itself is controlled and shaped by an intelligent agent for the benefit of humans who now live forever, can no longer harm one another (without consent), and in which no desire is left unfulfilled. In a world where everything is safe, where any whim can be instantly satisfied, what is there . . .
Max and Mick are two brothers who’ve just moved away from home. In the city for the first time, they try to make it big while dealing with rent, local criminals, work, the authorities, their own propensity for getting into trouble, and each other. Also, they’re mages. . . .
Sun-kissed is a story about vampires, those hunted by vampires and those who hunt vampires. . . .
The Philosopher in Arms is the massively-revised version of my two traditionally-published fantasy novels, Lion’s Heart and Lion’s Soul (Baen Books, 1991) set in the “Fifth Millennium” world collaboratively created with S.M. Stirling and Shirley Meier. Almost 3,000 years after a human-made cataclysm reduced both human population and technology back to primitive levels, civilization is rising again slowly. Here . . .
There are three of us. One lost everything and was born again into the night. The second was already a lady of the night when it embraced her. The third feeds on darkness and delivers anger and death. We three disparate Shadows can only fight each other, until a larger threat looms; the threat of Rome. Together we will . . .
A man wakes up in a padded cell with a headache, no memories and the ability to kill with his mind. The only clue he has to his past is a plastic bracelet printed with the letters VI. From there, he enters a strange and twisted world. What happens next? The choice is yours. Whitechapel is an interactive . . .
Set in a world where high school meets high treason, Mind + Body sees protagonist and narrator Chris Baker under fire from rogue elements inside the Marine Corps, the FBI, and a handful of paid killers as he attempts to uncover a conspiracy that seems to envelop his entire life. Chris leads an entirely normal life until his father, . . .
The cult-classic “noir” columns return. Charles Bukowsky said, of these pieces, “What this guy understands is that the street IS a wound.” Hunter Thompson commented, “And people keep saying they should lock ME up.” . . .
Treasured Vulva tells the story of an unnamed man who lives with a woman. He keeps a secret online journal where he writes weekly about his life including his dreams, abuses, and habits. Dark and oddly offbeat, Treasured Vulva is teeming with themes and stirs questions about the nature of devotion, pain, love, and reality. . . .
Dead Boyfriend is my guilty pleasure: an engaging narrator and fun sex scenes—what’s not to like. The whole vampire thing is trod rather lightly, and though the writing is a bit uneven, when it’s fun, it’s a lot of fun.
Regan St. James is a self-possesed, horny teenaged vampire hunter, in [more . . .]
"Sun-kissed" features Anastasia, born in 1827, the half-vampire daughter of a Russian witch. Her vampire blood gives her strength and other powers, but she can walk during the day.
The story, narrated in first-person perspective, reads a bit like a gritty detective story from the pulps. She mentions this herself, in [more . . .]