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Saturday, October 12, 2024

LHM: Beautiful

The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part Four: Big Son, which you can grab here:

You can also snag the complete novel, all four installments compiled, for Kindle and paperback:

Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel




Relief washed over Mercy as elation, and with it came the ugly dizziness of blood loss. He turned, and carefully lowered himself to sit on the edge of the dock, boots dangling over the edge. He lifted his arm – lead-heavy, no longer painful, only dragging, which wasn’t a good sign, he knew – so that Ava could sit down beside him, and tuck herself beneath it. She was shivering as though cold, despite the hot, sweaty feel of her cheek when she pressed it down on his shoulder.

“Good job, Mama.” He tried to pat her waist, but his hand didn’t want to cooperate.

In the water, Big Son had begun his death roll.

“You, too.” She turned her head and pressed her lips to his shoulder before resettling, her warm, familiar weight better than any drug against his side.

Mercy’s head felt cotton-stuffed, dry, and floaty, like he’d taken morphine. But it was pleasant. Dreamy. “He really is beautiful, isn’t he?”

“He is, baby,” Ava agreed. “Like you.”



Saturday, September 21, 2024

LHM: Knoxville

 

   The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part Four: Big Son, which you can grab here:

You can also snag the complete novel, all four installments compiled, for Kindle and paperback:

Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel


Driving into the city had put a lump in Mercy’s gut, but this was different. Bittersweet, yes, and tainted, as all his memories were by the relentless knowledge of what happened to Daddy, to Gram. But no matter what tortures this city threw at him, he could never bring himself to hate the water. It had raised him alongside his father, the only mother he’d ever wanted or needed. There was water in Tennessee, sure, the Tennessee River, that fat black snake that curved around Dartmoor and slithered its slow way up to Neyland Stadium. But this was the swamp, and it smelled different, and it tasted different on his tongue when he opened his mouth to inhale, and it coursed through his bloodstream.

As a reader, I can fall in love with any setting. I can luxuriate in any aesthetic, and feel at home in any city, in any kind of house. It's all down to author voice. Descriptive language, and sensory detail, and authenticity. 

As a writer, I don't have strong preferences when it comes to choosing the location of a story - but once I'm committed, then I'm dedicated to making it feel like a real place for readers, whether it's an existing city - what I use most often - or a fantasy landscape. Everything from weather patterns to predominant architecture styles all come into play, and the street view on Google Maps is incredibly helpful. 

With Dartmoor, I knew Mercy was from New Orleans, and a great deal of thought went into making that happen. But the decision to put Ghost's mother chapter in Knoxville was more of an afterthought. At first. 

I had two criteria: I wanted it to be a Southern city, because bikers are a bit of a throwback, and the South felt like a good fit. And I knew it needed to be a college town, or near enough to one to commute, since Ava was going to be in grad school. That eliminated UGA right off the bat - sorry! Just not a fan! I did try to be fair, and Ava's undergrad degree is from Georgia: she wanted a fresh start, ha, and Ghost was happy to send her out of state. I'm a 'Bama fan, so I didn't want to play favorites and send her there - though I will say that my eventual plan is for Cal to get recruited there to play college football.

Eliminating those two schools, UT became the no-brainer option. My mom's family loves Tennessee. There's lots of alumni on that side of the fam, and my great uncle, Ted, was an artist who did a lot of design work for the school. That orange T? That's his! 

Once I made the decision, the reasons started piling up, until I couldn't imagine Dartmoor Inc. being anywhere else. It's a pretty city; hopelessly Southern, but with a mountainous, and more temperate climate than Georgia, with colorful autumn foliage and cool, misty river mornings. I love that it isn't Nashville; that it isn't a bustling, cultural hotspot; it's smaller, and quieter, except on fall Saturdays, and it's much easier to see the Dogs ruling over it than a bigger, busier city. It feels like a non-obvious choice, and that's why I love using it. 

I have family history there; in certain lights, I probably bleed orange. But it's been interesting, unexpected, and enjoyable to find a love for the city through writing about it. It feels like a home away from home, and it's certainly become home for a wayward Dog or two, Mercy most of all. 

In Lord Have Mercy, I included a few lines about the ways he loved and hated New Orleans; the ways it would always be a part of him, and he'd always cherish it, but that he didn't want to be there. It's a haunted place for him. 

But Knoxville is where he learned how to smile again. It's where he fell in love. Where his babies were born. He'll always be Swamp Thing, but there's nowhere else on earth he'd rather be than Knoxville, TN. 

Rocky Top, you'll always beHome sweet home to meGood ol' Rocky TopRocky Top, TennesseeRocky Top, Tennessee


*UT plays Oklahoma tonight. Go Big Orange! Please envision Ghost in his white-base, orange-T baseball cap, taking it off every now and then to check that his hair still looks great. 

He walked into the chapel – the same chapel, with the same table, same chairs, same framed photos and flags that he’d known since he’d come here, feeling then as though he’d lived an entire, miserable life, brought low by terrible grief…only to find that entering this room for the first time, and finding a girl hiding in a cabinet, had been, in fact, the beginning of his life. His real life. His best life. 

Friday, September 20, 2024

LHM: Cutting Room Floor

   The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part Four: Big Son, which you can grab here:

You can also snag the complete novel, all four installments compiled, for Kindle and paperback:

Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel



Believe it or not, you can write a 469,000-word book and still leave a few scenes on the cutting room floor. Or, rather: there are scenes that never made it to the document in the first place, despite early intentions. 

Wednesday, September 18, 2024

LHM: Proof is Here

 


My paperback proof for Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel arrived yesterday, and its chonky. The Kindle version is 1,609 pages, but the paperback is limited to a more manageable 827 pages. While I was able to squeeze all four parts together within the page limit, the nine-point font is difficult to read. Today, I'm working on shoring up any unnecessary page breaks in the hopes that I'll be able to cut more pages, and then enlarge the font to at least ten, hopefully eleven, which is what I normally use for my paperbacks. I'm a little more than halfway through, and down to 802 pages, so fingers crossed. 

But even if the font has to stay tiny, it'll still be available, and that's better than I expected. So BOLO for an announcement and a link soon! 

Tuesday, September 17, 2024

#TeaserTuesday: As if He'd Never Left

  The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part Four: Big Son, which you can grab here:

You can also snag the complete novel, all four installments compiled, for Kindle.

Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel





It took ten books, and ten years, but the big man finally got back to the swamp. A bit of a blessing and a curse for Mercy, really. But wonderful for me; I love seeing Swamp Thing in his natural habitat. 

The cigarette flicked down into the water, a tiny red shooting star, and Bob straightened away from the pillar so the moonlight carved a sickle down the side of his face, layering shadows in the corner of his eye where he had a half-dozen more smile lines than Mercy remembered.

“As I live and breathe,” he said, and his voice was the same, and Mercy wondered how he’d ever made room for trepidation within the maelstrom that was worrying over Remy, “if it ain’t ol Merci himself.”

“Nobody calls me that anymore.”

“Well, I’m gonna. You can’t go forgetting where you came from.”

Monday, September 16, 2024

LHM: Fathers & Sons

 The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part Four: Big Son, which you can grab here:

You can also snag the complete novel, all four installments compiled, for Kindle.

Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel



Barbara tipped her head, mulling it over, lips compressed. “Felix did always love that man. More than he deserved.”

 

Despite the action, the romance, the shootouts, the super-secret spy ops, and the organized crime politics, Dartmoor is, at its heart, a family story. I’ve longed maintained that its extreme situations and heightened stakes make for interpersonal family dynamics twice as messy and twice as engaging. It’s a club family, true, but one populated by smaller biological families, and they deal with all the trials and triumphs of every family, just on an outlaw scale.

 

Sunday, September 15, 2024

LHM: Some More Faves

The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part Four: Big Son, which you can grab here:

You can also snag the complete novel, all four installments compiled, for Kindle.

Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel



In Friday's debrief post, I talked about my favorite scenes, but there were many that were truly inspired and that I enjoyed reading as a spectator during the various editing stages. While I was writing, I kept thinking "why is this taking so long?" And now that I'm finished, I keep asking "why do I feel so mentally drained?" And I think that's because every single scene in this monster of a book felt necessary. Each one furthered the tension of the overall narrative. Each was a building block, and a puzzle piece, and was balanced on a knife-edge. Each one kept me in that make-or-break headspace that ends up being so exhausting. 

The result is that I have very-favorite scenes, which I mentioned Friday, but I also have lots of general favorites. Lots of lines that proved immensely satisfying to put to paper. 

In no particular order, some highlights (for me) are: 

Friday, September 13, 2024

LHM: The Debriefing

 



"I’m here to say that, in years past, I’ve hated Kenneth Teague so much that I wanted to strangle him. And, in the years since, I’ve loved him better than my own father. Because my daddy lied to me an awful lot, and Ghost lies, sometimes, yeah, to protect us, but he always tells the truth in the end. And this is his club. His family. I owe every good thing in my life to him. So he has my vote.” 

Big Son has been live in the wild for one week, and yesterday, I dropped the compiled edition of Lord Have Mercy. All 1,609 (holy crap, guys) Kindle pages of it are now available in full, and I even managed to get a paperback version formatted and have ordered a proof. I’m not sure yet if I’ll release it as such, because the print is so very small. I’ll look at my physical copy first before I decide.

But in any event, it’s out there! It’s done!

I’m still waiting to feel something besides crushing relief and exhaustion. My mom said, “You should be proud,” and I’m just…tired. I wanted to recapture the setting and the feeling of Fearless, but this time there was a plethora of new characters to utilize, and an overarching enemy plotline to wrap up, and the entire effort became monumental, and monumentally stressful. The four parts altogether measured up to a whopping 469,000 words. I’m insane. I’m a crazy person – and I’ve felt it, physically and mentally, for the past month or so. I’m grateful that the book exists, but I’d like to sleep for a week, please and thank you.

I’ve been thinking all this past week that I’d wake up one morning ready to type out a stellar and comprehensive debriefing for Part Four, but in truth, since I’ve been blogging about the book for a year at this point, I think I’ve said all there is to say about its themes and characterization, and my authorly intentions with every installment.

But I will add…and here come the spoilers…

I think – hope – that it was clear all along that Remy was going to be found and that Boyle was going to get his comeuppance. I never care if the happy ending is predictable, nor if the action enables readers to anticipate what’s to come chapter by chapter. That’s called narrative follow through, and is an intentional feature rather than a bug of storytelling. I always deliver happy endings, but this one was buried at the end of a long, winding, tense road, and, though it’s silly, given I created her, I’m proud of Ava. Of the role she played. She’s never been a sweet, innocent darling, and has always been Mercy’s monster counterpart. But, just like with Mercy, that monster part of her doesn’t mean she doesn’t love her children fiercely, or that she can’t show them tenderness and leniency.

I think of Mercy and Ava’s storyline, chiefly its culmination here at the end, as a confirmation of everything we already know about them, rather than any sort of revelation. There was none of the usual romantic tension present in a romance novel: the will-they-won’t-they, the heat, the developing chemistry. In that respect, I don’t know that it can be classified as a romance, despite their romantic love being what ultimately saves the day. And without any of that traditional romantic tension, the whole novel felt like a big risk: will readers want to return to a relationship that is already well-established and not in danger of collapsing? I know I enjoy that, as a reader, but in general, writing a second book about a couple in a series isn’t always a recipe for success. Which is why, though this is their book, the emotional revelations happen for other characters.

For Alex, yes, as he wrestles with the meaning of his bloodline, constantly asking himself if he’s inherently violent or “bad” thanks to Remy’s DNA. One of several favorite moments for me was the scene outside the hospital when Tina assures Alex that he’s more like Mercy than Remy, and that both of them are better men than he ever was. At the beginning of the novel, Alex would have hated hearing that he was similar to Mercy, but by the end, is touched and comforted by the knowledge.

I think the most significant emotional storyline in the novel belongs to Aidan and Ghost. And, by default, Walsh.

My favorite scene in the whole novel is the conversation between Aidan and Ghost in the cathedral. From a strategic standpoint, I loved the contrast of their meetings being “church,” but this honest and raw moment between them happening in an actual church. But chiefly, I loved writing that scene because Aidan got to be as upfront and as vulnerable as he’s ever been with Ghost. And Ghost, well…Ghost is Ghost. Everything he says in this book is wholly honest, and like Tango tells him a few scenes earlier, they’ve all realized, finally, that being a good president and being a good father aren’t the same thing, but that he does love them, in his hardass way. His club, in turn, has decided to love him back, knowing what they do of him. He has grown, though; wanting Aidan to be his VP is a huge step, and a vital one. I know there were readers who were hoping that Aidan would never forgive him, or maybe even that Ghost would be excommunicated from the club, but those things were never on the table. The club’s one big messy family, and they fight, and they want to hate, but they love each other, at the end of the day.

Walsh’s storyline here is the culmination of a very slowly-unspooling thread from multiple books. I needed to keep checking in with him throughout LHM so that his decision at the end made narrative sense, and I think it does. He was a good VP, but, ultimately, he’s the Money Man, rather than an ambassador, and Aidan’s affable bad boy charm is, at this point, a better fit for the role.

In the vein of Fearless, this book has lots of small, delightful moments that I enjoyed writing: the Ava/Tenny team-up; Toly’s motion sickness; Ghost’s astonishment over Fox’s thoughtfulness, getting to see him on an op for the first time.

I feel like, as the weeks go by, I’ll think of other posts I want to write. Favorite lines I’ll remember; little nuggets that can be mined for future books. But for now, I’ll leave it here, and leave you with links. Thank you so much for sticking through a year of a slow rollout, and for reading. If you get the chance, a review would be greatly appreciated.

Xo

Lauren

Big Son:


Complete Novel:

Thursday, September 12, 2024

Final Version! LHM


 Hot off the press...

The Kindle version of the whole, compiled edition of Lord Have Mercy is now live.
As I feared, despite using the tiniest font possible, I can't fit the whole version into one paperback. I squeezed it from almost 1400 pages into the Amazon-allotted 827, but the margins were too narrow, and expanding them ruined the page count. So for now it's still in four parts for paperback.
But the Kindle - and soon Nook and Kobo - version is available all in one format. As promised all along, I didn't want to penalize anyone who read the book parts, so the price is that of all four parts compiled.
You can grab it here.

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Dartmoor X, Now Complete

 


“Col?”

“Yeah,” O’Donnell said, and sidled past Ava. He was holding three large rocks.

Shit, Harlan thought. If they were going to kill him – and of course they were – he’d prefer to be shot.

But O’Donnell didn’t pummel him with them. Instead, he stepped over to the edge of the dock, cocked his arm back, and hurled the first rock into the water. Harlan heard its deep plop as it hit the surface.

O’Donnell drew a deep breath and bellowed, “Big Son!” He chucked the next rock. Plop. “Big Son! Come and get it, you big son of a bitch!”

The third rock. Plop.

Silence.

O’Donnell propped his hands on his hips, and looked up over Harlan to meet Mercy’s gaze. “It’s been a long time, Merc. He might not come.”

“He’ll come,” Mercy said, sounding sure.

Who? Harlan wondered. Who’ll come? Dread welled up in his stomach, as powerful as the pain, because, really, he knew. Not the specifics, not who, or what, or how, but he wished, suddenly, that O’Donnell had bashed him in the face with a rock. 


In case you missed it last week, Dartmoor Book Ten is now fully complete and all four parts are available! In the next few days, I plan to see about compiling all four volumes into one monster of a doorstop, but it is, officially, finished. 

Be on the lookout for my debriefing remarks over the next couple of weeks, but until then, you can grab a copy of Big Son here:

Saturday, September 7, 2024

New Release: Lord Have Mercy Part Four

 Here we go!!



A kidnapped child.

A mother out for vengeance.

A father on the hunt.

 

This is Boyle’s reckoning.

 

In the fourth and final installment of Lord Have Mercy, the Louisiana swamp serves as backdrop for a no-holds-barred showdown of epic proportions. In Viriginia and New York, Ghost, Fox, and Ian seek to take down Abacus once and or all. In New Orleans, Mercy and Ava close in on Boyle, and finally learn the truth of his obsession. This is not a standalone, and must be read after the first three parts of the novel, available now: The Good Son, Fortunate Son, Rising Sun.


Thursday, September 5, 2024

T-Minus...

 


I’ve been scarce lately as I finished up first writing, and then editing Lord Have Mercy Part Four. I decided I wouldn’t post again until I could post the purchase links. I’m sorry to say that this is not the purchase links post, but that, today, I finished applying the very last of my proofreading corrections, and the book should go live sometime this weekend, after I add the last tweaks from my editor. So, next post will be THE post. Promise.

This post is part heads-up, part-initial, decompression ramblings.

Heads-up, first:

The fourth and FINAL installment of the four-part Lord Have Mercy extravaganza is finally complete, and will be available in a matter of days. That means Dartmoor Book Ten will be complete. Anyone who’s been holding out to read it until it’s finished will need wait no longer. All four parts will be available.

In order:

The Good Son

Fortunate Son

Rising Sun

Big Son

As promised, I’m going to compile all four parts into one book, just as I did with Fearless back in 2015. It’ll be Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel. This whole combined version will definitely be available for Kindle/Kobo/Nook, but I’m not yet certain if I can make it available for paperback. I’ll do my best with formatting, but all four parts together are, as they stand now, in their current print size, more than 1,400 pages. Amazon’s print limit is 837, so…yeah. I’ll try. If I can’t make it work all in one, I’ll leave it in its four parts for print.

So be on the lookout for the drop this weekend, and then the complete novel drop sometime after that.

That’s housekeeping taken care of.

On a personal note…

I don’t remember a time I’ve been this mentally exhausted after finishing a book. My overall anxiety’s been sky high the past couple of months, and I think most of that’s down to the book. Despite the necessary research and chess-maneuvering of Sons of Rome, this book, with all its build-up, its previous books, the expectations placed upon it, LHM became the most intricate and difficult project to date.

In truth, that’s why I was so hesitant to begin work on it. I knew back in 2020 that Lord Have Mercy, in some fashion, needed to happen. A sprawling Southern bookend to Fearless. I knew that I wasn’t ready for it, and that it would take several more books to lay out the groundwork and get us to this point. Those books were Lone Star, Homecoming, Long Way Down, The Wild Charge, and Nothing More. Groundwork thus laid, I was still leery, because, honestly? I’ve always had the sense that, no matter its outcome or its action, this book – by nature of being number ten in a series, and the obvious comparisons to book one – was going to get drug up and down the street like a dead racoon caught in the grill of a Peterbilt. I know it’s going to catch hell from the critic crowd. “I usually love this author’s work, BUT…” Tale as old as time.

But knowing it was going to get ripped to shreds didn’t stay my hand on the wheel while writing. And when I finished my final read-through, and stepped back from it, I felt both defiant, and victorious. We went back to the swamp on my terms – on my characters’ terms. I left some side-story doors open for the future, and willingly shunted some characters aside. This book is about Ava, and Mags, and Ghost, and Aidan, and, most of all, it’s about Mercy, and his brothers, and the tenuous balance, across the board, between fathers and sons, and the legacies inherent.

I don’t know when I’ll do a true debriefing. Honestly, I’m going to need a little break. But there are sentences in this book that are some of my best work. And, more than anything, I’m struck by the proud knowledge that there’s only one Mercy. And there’s only one woman he could love.

I hope you’ll enjoy the book, when you read it.

I can’t say a big enough THANK YOU to those who’ve read along with each installment. Y’all kept me going. It took more than a year, but given its word and page count, I think that’s forgivable. When it arrives, if you enjoy it, I hope you’ll leave a review to that effect. As crass as it sounds, the more I sell, the more I can keep writing. And though I might need a brain breather, I’m certainly not out of ideas.

Tuesday, July 30, 2024

#TeaserTuesday: Go, Remy


 

He heard more gunshots – and then something small struck the water, little splashes around them. Once, twice, three times, like insects diving…

Bullets, Remy realized.

Tenny gripped his shoulders, and turned him, so that he was between Remy and the dock. “Go, go, swim!”

Remy turned, and he swam.

He heard the swish and splash of water as Tenny followed him.

Heard more gunshots.

Heard a whine like a bee zipping past.

Heard a low, pained grunt.

Remy stopped paddling and turned around, treading water.

Tenny’s teeth were bared, but he shook his head. “Keep going. Go, Remy. Swim for shore. Go.”

His belly shivered with nerves, and he felt sick, and too tired, and his heart was beating in his throat.

“Go!”

But Remy turned, and he went.

Tuesday, July 23, 2024

#TeaserTuesday: Hook

 


It took forty-five minutes to get there, the waterways growing narrower and more heavily-shaded the farther they went. The moss hung in great curtains so dense Mercy was forced to slow, and idle the boat while they swept them back with poles.

“Christ, man,” Devin said after the third such incident. “If you can’t get through how do you expect your FBI wanker to make his way out here?” For once, he wasn’t laughing, and when Mercy glanced over, he saw his forehead sheened with sweat, his mouth curved downward. For the first time since meeting him, Mercy thought he most resembled Walsh, of all his sons.

For a moment, Mercy doubted his plan – but, no. This was the swamp, and that was what it did: it turned even the most capable of men clammy and nervous-stomached. From Toly’s motion sickness, to Devin’s skepticism, it was working its magic on the outsiders.

But Mercy wasn’t an outsider.

And that clammy, nervous-stomached fear was going to work its magic on Boyle, too, and work in Mercy’s favor.

As quick as it had come, doubt evaporated on a laugh. “Don’t you worry, mon cher. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s bait a hook.”

Friday, July 19, 2024

An Awesome Creature to Behold

 


Is there anything an author hates saying more than "coming soon?" I can't think of it at the moment. I'm so, so, so tired of telling y'all that Lord Have Mercy Part Four is coming soon! It is. Soon is a relative term when it comes to the world of books more than one-thousand pages long. But still. I'm sick of saying it. 

Instead, I'll say look at this cute antique store mug! Ah! It's perfect! Full of assorted zinnias: Oklahomas, Floret originals, and Dawn Creek Pastels. 

I know I've said it before, but LHM is meant to be a bookend for Fearless, which means it's written in the same intentionally unhurried, lush, Southern Epic style. Indulgent, perhaps, but how could I possibly justify book ten being less grand than book one? Impossible. Mercy and Ava have always, in their Southern-ified version of Wuthering Heights, been reminiscent of folk heroes. As much as I'm gnashing my teeth over wanting to be done, there's been a certain writerly delight in bringing the monster - always there, always helping, always bolstering his brothers - back in full Technicolor. 

Soon. I'll keep saying it until it's Now. 


“Right, then,” the Brit said, and gestured to the boy. “Bind his hands.”

“Nah, you don’t need to do that,” a third voice called from the front door.

Felix.

A jolt moved through Harlan, like that time he’d accidentally grabbed an electric fence. A cessation of all feeling, and then painful spikes of it down all his limbs. The sensation of having been struck in the back of the head, and a hard, hitching breath that didn’t provide enough oxygen.

“He’s not gonna jump me,” Felix continued, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight as he approached, and then he finally stepped into view. “He knows that wouldn’t end well for him.”

The man who moved to stand between the two gunmen wasn’t a version of Felix Harlan had ever come face to face with. Not kid-Felix in the clearing; not teenage-Felix standing to his new, full, towering height and intimidating his friends when they went too far; not friendly, newly-patched-Felix, in his uncreased cut, with his encouraging shoulder squeeze. He wasn’t even the grieving, shithead-Felix who’d lashed out at Harlan the night he abandoned the club, though that version, long-reviled, was Harlan’s driving force today.

Nor was it the adult-Felix he’d met, and questioned, and imprisoned in Knoxville just a few months ago. That version of Felix had given Harlan that same electric shock sensation, too, but in a different way. He’d been older, yes, somehow bigger, heavier, grown into himself in full adulthood, his physical presence truly terrifying…but tempered. By contentment. By a stable family life. He’d been the silverback, the alpha, the male lion of a pride, assured of his strength, and of his support, in no hurry to rise to any of Harlan’s bait. He’d been cocky in a way Harlan didn’t remember, and it had set Harlan’s teeth on edge.

How dare he? How dare some lowlife, murdering scum of the earth get to be happy? Get to be so satisfied?

And worst of all…the thing that made Harlan want to scream…was that he hadn’t remembered him. Wantabi = wannabe, a clear message. Remember me? Remember the little wannabe you treated like shit? Look at me now, bitch. How do you like me now?

He’d walked into the interrogation room for the first time, nauseous with anticipation, skin prickling with giddy sweat. And then Felix had lifted his head, and looked at him, and looked right through him, and Harlan had realized with an ugly lurch that Felix didn’t remember him at all.

But the man standing before him now wasn’t that Felix, nor any of the others. This man had stripped off every name but one.

Mercy.

This, Harlan realized, arms bared in a tank top, thick and strong with muscle, inked with tattoos, his hair tied back tight at the nape of his neck, hems of his jeans wet with water, guns and knives hanging off his belt, was the creature that Oliver Landau and Dee Lécuyer had spawned one hot summer in New Orleans. A creature born of rage, and pain, and grief, and then honed, over the years, to an instrument of the Lean Dogs Motorcycle Club capable of dealing rage, pain, and grief back out into the world at twice the measure.

He was an awesome creature to behold. In the moment, it didn’t matter how many pushups Harlan had done, what records he’d broken on the range or the obstacle course, how many arrests he’d made or suspects he’d killed in the line of duty. He felt reduced to a child again. Like Little Red Riding Hood stumbling out of the forest and straight into the jaws of the Big Bad Wolf. 



Friday, July 5, 2024

Double Cover Reveal

It's the end of yet another excessively hot, dry week, tough on plants, animals, and humans. I've made a lot of writing progress with Lord Have Mercy, though, and this evening, I'm bringing you a cover reveal twofer: 


Lord Have Mercy Part IV: Big Son is getting closer to completion every day! It's been a good week for getting all the plot threads sorted and working toward the big finale. 

As with parts 1-3, part four will drop in Kindle, Nook, Kobo, and paperback forms. At that point, Dartmoor Book 10 will be complete! 

After that, I'm going to release the final, compiled version as a singular, mammoth complete novel, just as I did with Fearless eight years ago. 




The complete edition will be available for Kindle, Nook, and Kobo, and please note that, in an effort to be fair to those who read along with the book in installment form, the price for the entire novel is going to be equal to the prices of all four parts combined. I want to prepare everyone for that upfront, so there's no sticker shock. 

Altogether, the book's going to be somewhere in the fifteen-hundred-page range, so what I don't know is whether or not I'll be able to make it available in a printed version. I'll tweak the formatting, and do my best, but if the final edition proves too long for Amazon's printing regulations, I'll leave it in its installment form for paperback. 

Whether you read it in its four parts, or all in one go once it's compiled, I can't thank you enough for riding this far with Mercy, Ava, and their crazy family! I can't wait to share the big finish. 

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

#TeaserTuesday: "Hi, baby."

 


We're getting closer! Slowly but surely. Have an extra long teaser to make up for last week's absence while I was editing. 


Slowly, Gray nodded. “Yeah.” Then he went startlingly still a moment, head cocked.

That was when Mercy heard it: the drone of an approaching boat motor.

Mercy slipped his half-smoked cigarette into the Coke can, stood, and pulled his gun. To Gray, he said, “Go through the house, tell them to get ready, then go out back, and find the path–”

“That loops back along to the east,” Gray finished. “Watch your six?”

“Yeah. Wait for my signal.”

Tuesday, April 30, 2024

#TeaserTuesday: Cafe du Monde


 “Of course,” Ava muttered under her breath as she watched them settle into a table. “Just of course.”

“What?” Tenny said around a mouthful of beignet.

“Her.” She tilted her head toward the table. “She looks like Colin’s wife.”

He glanced over, and then smirked.

“She’s probably gonna put all of us in cuffs, and all because Remy Lécuyer’s sons can’t say no to a leggy blonde.”

Tenny said, “Is this you admitting to dying your hair?”

She shot him the bird across the table and he laughed into his coffee.

“His stupid sons,” she amended, and he nodded along of course, of course


Whenever I'm feeling less than fond of my own projects - when it's far too tempting to delete them into nothingness - I try to think about what I like about them. With Part Four, my favorite aspect is definitely getting to pair- and team-up characters who don't usually have scenes together. It keeps things interesting. 

Monday, April 22, 2024

Rising Sun: The Playlist

 


A road trip playlist, but make it tense and unsettling. 

Lord Have Mercy Part III: Rising Sun is one week old today! I'm working away on part four - it's the only project I'm concentrating on at the moment - but in the meantime, make sure you're all caught up on the first three parts. You can grab Part Three in ebook or paperback formats:

Saturday, April 20, 2024

LHM: Remy

 The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part III: Rising Sun, available now! Turn back now if you haven't read it yet, or grab a copy here: