Discover the World of Volatile

Discover the World of Volatile

Discover the World of Volatile

A land on the brink of destruction…

A Wasteland between two kingdoms…

Between the kingdoms of Daryatla and Soltierra stretches a Wasteland. A place where, for millennia, people have barely been able to eke out an existence. A place of arid plains, toxic springs, and a slumbering danger far below the surface…

A super-volcano on the brink of eruption. And if it goes, it will trigger the world’s other major volcanoes as well.

Extinction will follow. Unless the world’s strongest Aflame can tame it.

Sigmann, formerly known as Daemon, primal of the Aflame

The primal of the Aflame…

Sigmann, son of Phoenix, spent a century and a half as Daemon, the first person ever Awakened to power of flame and lava. Branded a demon by the tyrant who condemned him to life in the heart of Fjordlandi’s largest volcano, he had embraced all they told him he was. He grew hard to keep from being shattered. And he was so accustomed to a life of darkness broken only by the light of lava that it has taken him three and a half years to embrace not only freedom, but a life lived in daylight. A journey back to who he is by rights: Sigmann, secondborn son of the seraph known as Phoenix.

He has spent the last few years in Ellas, to fulfill an agreement another made and let the Ellesian scientists study him. He’d expected it to be a new form of slavery. Instead, he found new friends, a new family…and a new threat.

Enemies in Ellas have triggered an event that could mean the destruction of everyone on the planet. The world’s volcanic systems are in revolt, and Sig calls upon his Aflame brethren to help him bring them back under control. He sends them each to the place he thinks they’ll be the best help, leaving the most enormous, threatening system for himself: Sunstone, in the Wastelands between Daryatla and Soltierra. An ancient super-volcano that has lain dorment even befor the Great Cataclysm. Sunstone, which could wipe out the continent and trigger destruction around the globe.

But even he, the most powerful Aflame, can’t save the day alone. Because it isn’t just lava threatening to erupt. Half the danger is from the super-heated water ready to blow the land to pieces, and for that, he needs the woman he resisted as long as he could. The woman he wants nothing more than a future with…if they can live long enough to claim it.

 

Nothing can bring Perla down for long…except a prophecy she’s been sidestepping her whole life.

Perla, Crown Princess of Daryatla

Ever since she was a child, Perla has demanded attention and brought laughter and joy wherever she goes. And ever since she was on the cusp of womanhood, she’d been looking for her perfect match. She knows he’s out there–her seraph grandmother told her so, when she gave her a prophecy that Perla has been both clinging to and dreading every since. A prophecy of love found…and sacrifice made. But hey, prophecies are notoriously vague, right? She’s happy to believe there will be centuries between finding her true love and that eventual need for sacrifice. 

And she knew the moment she zapped Sig’s palm in the volcano in Fjordlandi that he is the man she’s been waiting well over a century to find. And finally, after years of near-daily messages, they’re friends. Maybe leaning toward more than friends. And nothing like a little world-obliterating extinction event is going to get between her and her man.

Probably. Maybe. Hopefully… Right?

Together, Sig and Perla venture inside the enormous Sustone volcanic system, where lakes of lava and super-heated aquifers prove a challenge even for them–two of the most powerful Awakened in the world. But failure isn’t an option.

Because if they fail,
the whole world will pay the price.

Imani

On the other side of the world is a continent the Awakened kingdoms all thought dead, one they’d called the Dark Continent. Since the Cataclsym, this once-vibrant land has been devastated and impossible to reach, surrounded as it is by deadly currents and disastrous shoals.

But the Dark Continent isn’t dead. A people thrive there, and they call their land Zamara…and they think they’re the humans who survived the End of Days.

Imani has always been fascinated by history, especially the ruins around her city, Kitali, that date back to the world before that great disaster. Though only her cousin, Temba, can be convinced to help in her tasks, she’s spent the last decade excavating a site that was once a library so enormous, she can scarcely fathom its size. As she excavates, she’s been learning the languages represented in the surviving artifacts, and she’s learned that this library was called the World Heritage Repository. Most of the place is nothing but ruins, but Imani has just discovered a door on a lower level that is still intact. And a room beyond it that holds information she’s only ever dreamed of.

Books. Books that have somehow survived millennia. Books in scads of languages. Books with pictures. Books that promise more than a lifetime of discovery.

But before she has a chance to share her find, 
visitors arrive and change everything.

Terrifying, pale strangers have emerged from the volcano…

Strangers who don’t speak Zamaran. Strangers with odd, pink skin and hair like cornsilk. Strangers who can melt a crossbow bolt in midair. Strangers her neighbors are quick to call demons. But Imani, called upon by her father, one of the five leaders of their region, recognizes people when she sees them, and she sees in them a chance to do something she’s been studying for her whole life:

Communicate, building a lexicon word by word.

And the words they convey…the paint a picture she knows is true. Because the volcanoes of the Riftlands have been increasing in activity for years. Whole villages have had to be evacuated. Regions have been dying.

These strangers claim they can stop it. And Imani is desperate enough to believe them.

Mt. Senga, outside Kitali
The Riftlands, Zamara

The Awakened fan out across the world…

in an attempt to stop disaster before it can kill them all. 

But it will come down to one question they all must answer:
How much are they willing to give for others?

Volatile

is a gripping novella to read between

Amazed and Alight.

Discover the World of Amazed

Discover the World of Amazed

Discover the World of Amazed

Where the king will do anything bring magic to the land…

A Kingdom of Warring Clans…

In the world of the Awakened, where Seidon has rulesd in Daryatla for centuries and both Daryatla and Fjordlandi have been given gifts of new magic in addition to the traditional power over water, one kingdom remains without any gift.

Ellas. The kingdom of warring clans, and of kings who must win the Laurel Crown by proving both their intelligence and their superiority in battle.

Aziza, Archa of Clan Ares

Aziza is the most elite warrior in all of Clan Ares.

Aziza Kallis has done the unthinkable–she’s won the title of Archa of all of Clan Ares, a title usually reserved for a woman twice her age. She shouldn’t have competed so young, that’s what her detractors say…but Aziza knows she is the best warrior among Aresian women. She’s undefeated in their town’s weekly sparring matches, not only against the women, but even against the men. She excels at battle strategy. She has dedicated herself fully and completely to all that makes Clan Ares the best clan in Ellas, and she has pledged her loyalty to Ares and to the king.

And that king is paying attention.

When the king’s blood-takers arrive in her hometown to collect the samples from all child-bearing women to see if anyone, when matched with the king, could produce a magical child, she’s dubious at best, not even sure she believes in this strange magic that rules the rest of the world. But when a supernatural encounter rocks her world, everything she thought she knew is radically changed, and Aziza’s course, all she worked so hard for, is abruptly changed.

But who will she be when she’s no longer Ares’s most elite female warrior?

Stefanos will do anything to bring magic to Ellas…

King Stefanos

Stefanos set the kingdom on its head when he won the Laurel Crown thirteen years ago at age seventeen, though no one was surprised when he successfully defended his reign at twenty-seven. Now, he’s universally acknowledged as the most intelligent man not only in Ellas, but likely in the world. And he has one goal: Awaken magic in Ellas.

He’s willing to do anything–absolutely anything–to achieve it. He was willing to play the villain when an Accord with Fjordlandi was scorned and his promised magical wife refused to honor the agreement her father had made. And it turned out better than expected, when he ended up with the Fjordic Machine that can scientifically predict magic-producing matches. So now, he’ll marry a stranger in order to bring magic to his people.

Because if he fails, he has reason to believe the whole world will pay the price.

But not everyone in Ellas is as eager for magic as the king. There are those who think it the greatest evil and who have been working for centuries to keep magic from arising among Ellesians.

And when these two groups clash,
they may start the war Stefanos is trying to prevent.

Princess Iraja

In the midst of the turmoil surrounding Stefanos’s selection of a bride to help him produce a magical child, visitors arrive from Daryatla. Prince Bleu brings his wife, Iraja, to bathe in Ellas’s famed mineral pools…the only thing that can help ease the pain of the Desert’s Kiss, a lung disease that will kill her. Because while Bleu is Awakened, one of only two people in the world with dual power over both water and wind, Iraja is not. A native of Soltierra, she grew up the best friend of the woman now the Sun Queen, but she has no magic in her blood. Nothing to save her, just as she had no way of staying young, like her husband. Which means she has only months left to live.

And lives still to change before she dies.

Prince Bleu of Daryatla

A childhood friend who could be more…

Aziza has long been in love with her best friend, Galenos…who has been waiting to declare himself until he knew if he’d be asked to join the king’s most elite guard, the hoplites. But if he goes, if he asks her to join him, it would mean giving up all she worked for…and if he doesn’t ask her, how will he live with the regrets?

 

Galenos Ariti of Clan Ares

And sparks continue to fly…

between Daemon, the Aflame who agreed to spend the next few years in Ellas being studied, and Perla, the usually-buoyant princess who isn’t about to let the gruff man who caught her eye in Fjordlandi escape so easily…especially when she desperately needs him to do what she can’t and make sure her brother has a friend as he grieves his wife’s diagnosis.

 

The workings of a Machine…or of Theos Elyon?

It’s a Machine’s results that throw them together. A king’s dictate that rewrites her world.
And her uncompromising determination to do what’s right once she learns the truth about the god she’d always served and who she should have been serving instead
that will shake a kingdom to its core.

Book 3 of the Awakened Series, 

will leave you

Amazed.

2026 P&P Retreat Recap

2026 P&P Retreat Recap

This past week, some of my Patrons & Peers friends and I gathered for our annual retreat…and as always, it was a ton of fun! Also, as always, this one had its own flavor, with new highlights and new friends made.

Most of us arrived in Pensacola Beach on Thursday (with two arriving on Friday). This year there were 11 of us total, including two husbands who came (one of which was mine, LOL). We style this as a creative retreat, and this year we had quite a few novelists (me of course, Danielle Grandinetti, Renee Leonard Kennedy, Lenora Worth, and Marilyn Turk), one quilter (Deanna), an embroiderer (Susan), a chef there working on her thesis (Halee), and a songwriter (Kathleen).

(From left to right: Renee, Halee, Marily, Lenora, Deanna, Danielle, me, David, Kathleen, Mike, Susan)

One of my biggest joys was getting to meet people this year that I haven’t met in person before. Halee has been a member of P&P from the get-go and has been trying to make it to the retreat every single year, but life kept interfering. This year, though, everything finally came together! Renee joined the group almost exactly a year ago but hadn’t had a chance to really plug in yet, so this was an amazing chance to get to know each other (and get her into all the text, video, and email groups so everyone else can get to know her too!). Kathleen joined last November and is one of our youngest members (she’s my daughter’s age!); she dove right into all our groups when we joined, so we already knew her well, and it was awesome to get to hug her. Susan is one of our “Houston girls,” and so she’s had a chance to meet in person with the Houston contingent, but it was the first time I got to hug on her–and her husband acted as our chef quite a few nights, so we joked that he is welcome any time. 😉 (I mean, the sentiment is true, but not JUST because he’s an amazing cook.)

I was a bit floored when Danielle (who has been a member forever and has come to 3 of the 4 retreats) recruited Lenora Worth to the group (I have Lenora’s books on my shelf going way back); in large part because she wanted to come on this retreat. It was in her region, and she wanted the chance to hang out, be creative, and network a bit. She’s such a delight!! And I was equally excited when Lenora then brought Marilyn Turk in to round out our numbers. It was a true joy to get to know these two ladies who are newer to the group but fit right in. =)

And then there was Deanna, who has been to EVERY retreat, so she gets the badge of distinction, LOL. She’s the quilter, a fabulous organizer and cook, and famous among us for her M&M cookies, which are a staple at our retreats. She made two batches for us while there, which were a big hit.

Halee and Danielle enjoying fresh cookies as ice cream sandwiches…

We took walks on the beach together. We talked (a lot) about everything–writing, family, faith, dreams. We enjoyed amazing food. We laughed (also a lot). And there were many, many hugs given.

My creative goal on this retreat was twofold–to finish Volatile (an Awakened world novella that falls between books 3 and 4 and will come out next spring) and get as much written on book 4, Alight, as I could squeeze in. I ended up finishing the novella on Friday (I wrote 9,000 words in it to achieve that, 3K on Thursday at airports and on the plane, and then 6K to finish it off on Friday), which was SUCH a relief. And then I ended up getting Alight up to 18K by the time I got home yesterday. So that was a total of around 29,000 words written. 

This last weekend also happened to be when our group had our Zoom book club chat scheduled for A Song Unheard, so we connected my laptop to the big TV in the living room and had the party there, with those who could join us from home. We had a great conversation about Willa and Lukas and music…which led to talk about how both Halee and Kathleen are vocalists. We, er, encouraged (volunteered, LOL) them to give us a concert on Sunday, and oh my goodness. I think that was my favorite part of the retreat!

Sunday was just such a day of joyful worship. A bunch of us all walked to church together in the morning (the Catholic church was literally right behind our house and one lot over, so a 2-minute walk), and then we had that time of singing in the evening. These ladies are TALENTED!

At one point in the musical evening, Kathleen shared a song with us that she’d written a week before. And guys, I got CHILLS…because the words were an exact echo of what I’d just written in Volatile. She unintentionally wrote Perla’s theme song! As in, quite seriously, the words of her song were in many cases the EXACT WORDS that Perla thought. Naturally, I pounced on Kathleen and begged her let me share her song when Volatile comes out. We’re going to put the text in the front of the book as a poem, and sometime between now and when it releases we’ll sort out how best to share the music too. I’m sure we’ll link to her performing it somewhere, and will probably create a trailer for the novella too with that song as the music. Giddy!!

We ended the evening with the doxology, and let me just say that the full group singing together in full harmony was just…perfect. Beautiful, and it resonated deep within.

Deanna made a big ol’ bunch of pocket prayer quilts and gave us each three of them (two smaller ones and one big one) to keep and share. Susan was working on a beautiful piece of embroidery featuring a stack of books and flowers (so appropriate!). Lenora and Marilyn both had to leave for a book signing on Saturday but came back on Sunday.

Sunday evening we also went to the beach between dinner and dessert to catch the simultaneous moonrise and sunset. We asked a couple ladies we met on the beach to take our picture and ended up chatting with them for a good while, which was fun. Then on Monday the tables were turned on us as we were taking a walk, and we got to take some photos for a family visiting from Ireland, which was also fun!

We didn’t get to see the Blue Angels practicing, but they did a fly-by and buzzed the beach on their way back from an event on Monday, and Danielle and I were working on the porch at the time and got a front row seat to that, so that was cool! (I didn’t have my phone with me so didn’t get any photos…and in the interest of giving credit where it’s due, I didn’t take most of these either, LOL. They’re borrowed from the group.)

On Monday I also did a live demonstration of a cover design, LOL. I’m Danielle’s designer, and she was working on a background image for a Christmas short story while there, so we just went inside and created it while we were together. It was great fun!

All in all, it was an amazing trip. Old friends hugged, new friendships solidified, so many precious moments shared, and memories made. And Sunday night we also put plans for next year’s retreat on the books. We’ll be going to the mountains of Tennessee the second week of October…so plenty of time to get in on the fun! 😉

Word of the Week – Flannel

Word of the Week – Flannel

When you think “cozy fabric,” chances are good that flannel springs to mind. (Confession: I’m not the biggest flannel fan for anything but loungewear. *Hiding behind my hands…)

But did you know that flannel was originally…wait for it…sackcloth? As in, “sackcloth and ashes.” Nope, I didn’t know that either! Turns out the word is from the Middle English flanen that did indeed mean “sackcloth,” and by the 1300s was used for “warm, loosely woven wool fabric.” Historians trace that Middle English word to the Welsh gwlanen (“woolen cloth”) or perhaps the Celtic wlana (“wool”). Flannel was already a popular cloth in Wales by the 1500s, giving a bit of weight to that possible history, though some scholars think the sound-change too great and favor the Celtic history.

Regardless, an interesting tidbit is that unlike many English words that are borrowed from French, in this case the French flanelle was borrowed from English in the 1600s! About time we have some turnabout. 😉

 

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Hope without a Deadline

Hope without a Deadline

I am no stranger to the deadline. Just this year alone, I’ve had six book deadlines I’ve had to meet already and one still looming by the end of the year (and two other projects that need finished or as-much-finished-as-possible before 2027 rolls around). I like deadlines. They motivate me to stay on task, keep my rear in the chair, and put words on the page.

But when it comes to life? Not every situation comes with a deadline–or, to put it a different way, an ending. We don’t always know if a particular trial is just-for-a-time or if it will last forever.

And that’s something I’ve been sitting with a lot in recent months, since my new oncologist told me treatments will likely be forever for me. Forever is the exact opposite of a deadline. Forever means no end in sight. Forever is a concept that goes against our instincts when it’s not the promise of something delightful. 

This is, in fact, something people have done experiments on–the fact that we like to know when things are supposed to happen or end. Waiting without knowledge of when the wait will end creates anxiety. Give me tracking on the package. Tell me how long until the train or plane or bus arrives. Tell me when the power will be restored. Even if the estimate is wrong, having one helps keep anxiety and frustration under control.

But not everything in life works that way. Barring a cure, my son will never stop having to deal with diabetes. My mom will have to live with back pain. I’ll be dealing with cancer treatments. Chances are good that you have (or will have) something you’ll have to deal with chronically too.

So when life’s challenges don’t come with a time limit, how do we cling to hope? What do we do when the Lord chooses not to calm the storm around us?

That’s when we need to remember that He can still calm the storm within, even when the waters are raging. We can trust Him, find our rest alongside the Savior who slept through that tossing storm while His disciples were frantic, crying out for Him.

The “how” of doing that isn’t one simple answer. But as I was writing The Island Bikeshop, with a heroine who’s still coming to grips with the fact that her new normal may well include migraines several times a week and a permanent limit to some activities she used to do thanks to a traumatic brain injury, I spent some time exploring something.

That we can’t wait to thank God until the challenge is over–it might never be. So we have to learn to thank God in it. Not necessarily for it–but IN it. Because there are blessings in that trial, blessings you’d never have known without that trial.

There are the people you meet through it.

There are the new perspectives you gain because of it.

There are the ways we learn to lean on each other to get through it, and the way relationships deepen because of it.

There are the ways God meets you there, in your pain or your grief or your struggle, and you learn something new about the depths of our Lord.

There are the people who open up to you and share their needs and struggles only because they know you’ll understand, given your own.

There is the strength you gain through this training that allows you to keep going…and keep serving.

Obviously we still wish the trial would end. If medical science finds a cure for diabetes, my son will be thrilled! But we can’t plan for that. So instead, we find the blessing in what we’re given.

It’s there–I promise you that. Are you eyes open to it?