Wolves, by D. J. Molles – A review and interview with the author

Wolves posterWhen the world crashes, when everything you know disappears and you’ve lost what is most important to you, what kind of human will you be? That question is dissected and explored in the post-apocalyptic thriller, Wolves by bestselling author D.J. Molles.

I first started corresponding with Molles after I read book five of his The Remaining series. Of course, this was when he was still self-publishing and before his books finally rocketed to the New York Times bestseller status where they are today.

I’d been captivated by the bold way Molles operates within his stories. My initial intention was to post the conversation to this blog and to do what I could to draw attention to his work since he’d managed to change my opinion of the zombie genre in a massive way. The real reason I wanted to interview him was that I needed to find out what was going on in this guy’s head. My timing must have been right, because I was able to get him to leave the keyboard long enough to give me an interview. Continue reading

Author in the library with a pen

Author in the library (1)In the fiction I write there are usually a few bodies left in the wake of my imagination. I sometimes kill people off to immediately launch into the story. Sometimes a death is used as a brief diversion or a means to neatly wrap up a climax. In using death this way, I’m not alone.

Like a game of Clue, authors design wildly different places and methods for our carnage. Beaten and strangled in a desperate fight on an Army base in Bosnia. Buried in cement in the jungles of Honduras. Drowning at sea off the coast of an Hawaiian island. Riddled with bullets in a wild gun battle. Slashed and beaten and covered in purple ogre blood beneath the streets of a city.

We’re a murderous bunch, we writers. We kill off whole societies with a deadly contagion. We track down a victim who perfectly matches a serial killer’s pattern. We choose just the right moment, during laughter and commotion, to end the most likable guy in the happy band of soldiers we’ve conjured up, making him the unlucky one to step on the trigger to the antipersonnel mine skillfully hidden in their path.

Should I be worried that we’re littering the ground with bodies purely for entertainment? Continue reading

Books you refuse to read

Surprise booksThree books I need to talk about. One is mine, one is by a friend and one is by an author I discovered not too long ago and have been working my way through his entire library ever since. I can’t seem to get enough.

I group these three books together because each of them are about topics or situations which some might quickly reject based solely on preconceived notions of the genre.

For example, Zander Vyne’s, Tales of a Vampire Hunter series. You hear vampire and you might shake your head and say, “I don’t like vampire stories.”

Or R. R. Haywood’s, Blood at the Premier, a story of a zombie apocalypse in London. Some might see zombie and think, “I don’t read zombie books.”

If I told you Hidden Designs, my latest novella, features a mystery solved by a gay couple in the midst of their love story, would you think reading about a gay love story would make you uncomfortable?

Thing is, I love surprises and maybe reading something you would normally reject could be just what is needed to spark some summer reading fun. If you’re looking for a way to spend some quality time while avoiding the summer heat and you’re not afraid of a little adventure, read on.

Vampires

Look at this dreamy cover!

Look at this dreamy cover!

If you follow this blog, you’ve seen my reviews of Zander Vyne’s, Tales of a Vampire Hunter series. Come July 29, she will release all three books in a lovely, engrossing, three-book omnibus. If you haven’t read Immoral, Depraved or Bespelled, she’s giving you the perfect opportunity to get the entire series plus the extras she has included to tie all three stories together beautifully. It’s an opportunity to truly immerse yourself in the life of Oliver Ripley.

Vyne’s lyrical and sexy prose will reel you in and keep you turning the pages. You’ll find these books are beautifully written and entertaining on so many levels. I don’t just say this because she’s an author friend. I say it because Tales of a Vampire Hunter are not like any vampire stories I’ve read before.

Zombies

A standalone story from The Undead series.

A standalone story from The Undead series.

R.R. Haywood’s, Blood at the Premier is a fantastic standalone companion to his, The
Undead
series.

I know, some of you are thinking … “Ewwwww, a zombie apocalypse story? No way!’ If that’s you? Fine. You are free to ignore them, but you’ll be missing out on hours of enjoyment.

Blood at the Premier, takes places at a posh London party. Henrietta Swallow, attempting to make the right moves to change her reputation from one of a, ‘page three girl’ to a ‘legitimate’ TV personality finds herself in the middle of the zombie outbreak. Not one to let a little apocalypse get in her way, the busty blond tries to make the best of a desperate situation and vows to keep her group alive. Some in the group make the task much harder than others.

I love RR because I love his characters, ALL of them. Every last major or minor character you meet in his long list from The Undead series (over 20 books), leaves a lasting impression and Blood at the Premiere proves it. If you’ve read the series, the click that comes at the end of this story is so satisfying, so real and so warming, it is a testament to just how vividly he makes every personality come to life. You don’t have to have read the entire series to enjoy this story.

I admit, I’ve become a bit obsessed with this series and have a very hard time weening myself from them. That said, this standalone story is a great way to keep yourself occupied as you wait for Day 20 of The Undead, and hope it comes soon.

Gay lovers solve a mystery

Book 2 in the Hidden, Lei Crime Kindle World series

Book 2 in the Hidden, Lei Crime Kindle World series

And then there’s my Lei Crime Kindle World novella, Hidden Designs. This is my second
book in the Lei Crime Kindle World featuring FBI Special Agent Ken Yamada, and Army Major Chuck Mathews, two men who, in the past, were forced to make a choice between career and love. Now, ten years later, they don’t have to choose one over the other because they don’t have to hide anymore.

Hidden Poppies brought them together. Hidden Designs finds them in the midst of a murder at sea, aboard a luxurious ship to help friends celebrate a wedding anniversary.

Their weekend takes a dangerous turn when masked men take over the ship. The turbulence that follows leads to complicated corporate intrigue and twisted family dynamics in a high-tech mystery. And not everyone on-board makes it out alive.

If your first reaction is to reject any one of these books because of their titles or the subjects, just give them a try. You might find you’ve discovered something new that will bring you joy and isn’t that the best kind of surprise?

Triple-X, a short story

The editor of the publication seemed interested in work from female veterans. She asked me to write a story in  three hundred words or less. So I did. It was rejected. I wasn’t at all surprised. Still, no reason why I can’t post it here.

Triple-X, by M. L. Doyle

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I stomp over and pound on the flimsy excuse for a door before storming in uninvited, strafing them with my senior-leader glare.

“Turn that shit down. NOW!”

They scramble up to face me. They are shirtless, in shorts, sweatpants, t-shirts and flip flops. All of them wear the shock of interruption. One dives and fumbles for the remote.

Oh yeah. Oh baby. Harder, harder, and the rhythmic slap of naked skin on skin weakens. The seams of the sharp night air, ripped open by the echoes of the graphic sex sounds, slip back together across the camp. Continue reading

Hidden Designs – Cover reveal!

Hidden Designs cvr finalCreating characters is like making new friends. You get to know them by spending days, weeks and months together. Eventually, you have to say farewell for a time, but you never forget them. When you get back together, it’s like you were never apart and you quickly become reacquainted.  You learn what things have been happening in their lives since you last spoke. You’re happy for their successes and sad for their losses.

When I wrote Hidden Poppies in the Lei Crime Kindle World series, the character I chose to use from Toby Neal’s stable was Ken Yamada, an FBI Special Agent.  I put Ken on a case where he ran into Major Charles Mathews, an Army officer Ken met ten years before. They’d been lovers briefly, but because of their careers and their hidden sexuality, they knew a relationship was impossible for them at the time. Continue reading

Bloody pages

Blood_SpatterYou know that hopeful feeling you get when your pages come back from an editor, but then you open it up and all you see is red? It feels like a jab to the guts when you realize it looks as if someone killed a chicken and sprayed their sacrificial blood all over your pages. And then you understand it’s not blood. Those are edits. Hundreds and hundreds of the bloody things and you feel as if it’s not a chicken’s blood, but your own ripped out insides someone has danced on and smeared all over your work. Continue reading

Rock star – a short story

guitar“Two Tom Collins, two rum and cokes, one with lime, one with lemon and a Heineken. Anything else?”

“I’d like a water please.”

“Of course. Water all around.”

The five women would nurse their drinks slowly, mixing in sips of water, marking time until they found likely admirers to buy their next rounds. Marcie had observed the efforts of this group of girlfriends before in their sparkly dresses, platform shoes, big hair and flirtatious ways. While Marcie didn’t exactly approve of their strategy, she had to admit it usually worked for them. Sometimes, the men they lured tipped big to impress, so Marcie didn’t mind the women’s slow consumption. Considering the growing Friday night crowd, her patience would probably pay off.

The shiny silver dance floor reflected the fractured gleam of a large, mirrored ball onto a small group of line dancers, regulars warming up before the club filled with amateurs who would just get in their way.

Sometimes, when things were slow, Marcie put down her tray and danced with the group for a few minutes, kicking, spinning, laughing and clapping. Reveling in the release before she had to rush back and earn a living.

She waved at her friends on the dance floor as she made her way to the bar and smiled when one of them blew her a kiss. She still wore the smile when she turned and saw him standing there, right next to her station. Marcie hid her surprise when he returned her smile, staring directly at her.

She tried to pretend it wasn’t a big deal to see him there, in real life, as if she hadn’t just been bopping to his latest hit while on her way to work, hadn’t just seen him on TV a few days before. Continue reading

Finding my people

Turning PointTurning Point; noun : a time at which a decisive change in a situation occurs, especially one with beneficial results.

The timing of a series of recent events has led me to believe I’ve reached a turning point which could, if I am able to allow it, result in some much needed change. These events have at least led me to some self-reflection—an activity I usually avoid at all costs—and a realization that I am, in fact, heading in the right direction, no matter that it took me forever to figure this out.

First, there was AWP. I’d been nervous as hell about sitting on a panel at the Association of Writer’s and Writing Programs convention. Who was I to talk about women veteran writers at such an event? How could I possibly afford to go to this massive convention in L.A? And who would want to hear a word I had to say? AWP is one of the largest writing conventions in the world, filled with every literary heavy hitter you can name. It’s like the Olympics of writers and I was making my first showing as a no-name player from the farm team.

I almost didn’t go.

After gathering up the nerve, I finally asked BriGette McCoy and her Women Veteran Social Justice Network for help, WVSJ kicked in to assist in financing my trip and I couldn’t be more grateful to her and her efforts. She’s one tireless woman who isn’t afraid to put her boxing gloves on to go to battle for what women veterans need and deserve. I admire her so much. She came through with some financial support at a time when I almost canceled attending AWP because of the cost. I cannot thank her enough.

And that gratitude is mostly because I’m pretty sure attending AWP has done the one thing that I really needed to do on this writing journey.

I found my people. Continue reading

Hilarity in the zombie apocalypse

day19letteringhighresI’ve been flat on my back with what turned out to be pneumonia for the last several days. While recuperating, there’s nothing better than a good book to take you out of your misery. I hate watching TV when I’m sick and while sleep can be healing, it can also be elusive. So reading is the best medicine for me.

Luckily I found a great series to keep me occupied. By great, I mean fantastic. I simply could not put this thing down and stuck with it through 19 books. Yes. 19 and I still wanted more.

R. R. Haywood’s, Undead, starts in a small, southern town in England. Howie is a night manager at Tesco’s, a 24-hour chain store. Howie has a rare Friday night off and is settling down to pizza and TV when a virus sweeps across the earth. TV, phone and internet are quickly shut down and Howie goes out to find his parents and sister while most others are cowering in their homes waiting for ‘the government’ to come to the rescue. Continue reading

Jury Duty – AGAIN

jury 2I’m not sure if it’s because of the city I live in and the level of crime we have or if it’s because there’s a smaller pool of eligible people from which to draw from, but for the third time in the six or so years I’ve lived in Baltimore, I was called to jury duty. Again.

The subpoena for jury service in Baltimore is for one day or one trial. If on the day you are called in, you don’t get selected for a trial, your service is complete. On the previous two occasions nothing of interest had happened. For the most part I spent the day reading, watching the movies they played in the waiting areas and just biding my time.

This time, I brought my laptop with me thinking I’d find a place in the quiet room to write. A whole day to write. It felt like a gift.

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