Spring is here, April is here and still I 'm editing. This story has grown since its beginning three years ago (currently it's 105,000 words, yikes!). I hope to send it to my editor at the end of this month and still hoping for a June release, but it may be in July. There will definitely be a launch with a coming newsletter along with some giveaways so watch for that here and on my social media. I am exclusively on Amazon for now but looking towards all avenues for selling in the near future. So, keep checking, more to come here.

I'm and indie author working a full time nine to five job, so I mainly get to write evenings and weekends. But I wouldn't want to be doing anything else. This is all I ever dreamed of doing. I am so happy that I have readers who have enjoyed the first book and are looking forward to the next one. It's been so encouraging, and I appreciate all the reviews, yes even the 1 star reviews. My writing can only improve and that is a promise I made to myself and those who choose to read my books. Writing is a journey, not an arrival or departure.

I'm excited to put Warriors of Apasas out into the world of words. Kynna and Myrine have evolved and must face decisions they never thought they'd have to make. They've been apart for three years and come back together in a tumultuous time in Apasas.

This story is categorized in the Historical Fantasy genre as well as Greek and Roman Myth. The only real historical basis of it is that it occurs in the Middle Bronze Age. The rest is pure fantasy except for references to the imagined cultural aspect of the time period. The women warriors that are called Amazons today have always been regarded as mythical, man hating women who killed their male babies and cut off their breasts. I refused to believe it and the more I dove into the research and history, the more I was convinced that was not who they were. I 'm not a historian and don't ever pretend to be. I just love the world of fantasy and believe it can be applied to more than elves and dwarfs, which I love by the way. Apasas, the goddesses, the matriarchal system and egalitarian society have fascinated me for years and my characters grew from my research of these ideas.

The Women of Apasas and Warriors of Apasas were originally one book. I realized that Myrine and Kynna's emotions were too full and rich with emotion for one book. I'm excited to say that there will be five books in the Amazzi Warriors and Queens series coming in the next few years and I'm excited to write them all.

So keep checking here and on my Facebook and Twitter accounts. I am active daily on those pages and would love to communicate if you have any questions. Meanwhile, The Women of Apasas is still free to read on Kindle Unlimited and only $2.99 in ebook.

The next book in series, book 3 is titled "The Queens of Azar Kali"

Until next time,


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Wow, it's been a few months, productive months for the most part, but I've accomplished a lot as the publishing date for my second book in this series fast approaches.

Warriors of Apasas will be published in June 2022. I am sending it off to my editor in a few weeks and the rest will be a whirlwind of fine tuning and making the finishing touches for those who are waiting to read more about Myrine and Kynna. I can't wait to let you read what has been happening in their lives as they face decisions that force them to search deep within themselves and find who they really are.

Warriors of Apasas will be available in Kindle Unlimited as well as the first book and also in e book and paperback. Keep checking back for more updates and news of the actual date of release. I am working on a pre order date so look for that too.

I love to hear from readers so feel free to contact me here or on Facebook or Twitter. I enjoy reading the reviews on Amazon, and if you have any questions or comments,I am available and love to communicate.

More to come...


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Updated: Feb 24

I am hard at work writing and editing Warriors of Apasas. I’m getting excited as I get to the halfway point and how events are playing out for Myrine and Kynna. Apasas has changed so much in three years and the turmoil is thick as a dark brew. I have ventured more into the fantasy part of the Historical Fantasy genre by bringing in the mythical lore of these ancient times; and as the story moves on ritual magic and goddesses will intrigue and interfere with the lives of the people of Apasas. I would love to say this book will be out in December as planned but it would take a small miracle to have that happen. Goddess knows I want to but it looks like it won’t be published until next year. I am also working on the third book, “Queens of Azar Kali” and hope to publish that at the same time next year. So, the long wait will produce two books instead of one and publishing date will be in May 2022.

A question I’ve been pondering lately is why did I ever want to write about these women? What has been my fascination with warrior women and especially the Amazons. When I first met my character Myrine I asked her, “Why did women have to pick up weapons and start defending themselves?” I’ve been thinking about this a lot as I write and its leading in places I would have never gone with these characters. They pretty much take the lead. I have an outline but the direction the writing goes is surprising as I am sure it is with a lot of writers when they are deep in their story. A lot of the stories told about warrior women were conjured hundreds of years later and told by men with no ounce of feminine energy or sympathy about who they were. I feel there’s so much more to tell, stories that only women can tell of the lives of women who may have had to make choices like Myrine and Kynna.

Another reason I’m writing this series is because I devoured all the other books written with Amazon main characters and watched the Xena, Warrior Princess series way too many times. I wanted more about the Amazons and where they might have originated. So, my love for these women is really at the crux of this book series.

Below is a short excerpt from Warriors of Apasas. It’s actually the Prologue and after another revision will open book 2.



Warriors of Apasas - Prologue


“Shhh, someone will hear us Emani,” Lykke scolded. She held Emani’s hand, almost dragging her down the path between the dunes. The moon hung in a sliver sliver over the water, their whispers were lost in the hiss of the surf.

“Come here, I want to show you something.” Lykke leaned in to speak in her ear.

“What is it? Oh my! Look at the stars, Lykke. They are so bright…it’s,,,it's gorgeous,” Emani’s words trailed off as Lykke urged her through the dry grass into the forest.

“We’re almost there, come on.”

The young girls were no more than eight summers when they decided to explore the beach at night. Lykke dared Emani to come. Emani was always afraid to go on one of Lykke’s adventures but when she held her hand, she felt safe.

“Almost there Emani, I found a place where you can see the stars through the trees and when the moon is full, it feels like you can almost walk on it.”

“Lykke, you are always dreaming. If you keep it up, you will be too starry eyed to be a warrior. General Ikippe demands attention and concentration. Myrine tells me this all the time.”

“I know but we have another year before we train. We can dream until then.”

Lykke pulled on Emani’s hand then stopped and braced her arm, elbow bent to cushion her against the abrupt stop. Their eyes met.

Lykke pointed to the sky. “Look.”

Emani moved her eyes to Lykke’s finger and followed it upwards to the tops of the pines. Wide eyed, lips parted, she gasped at the view. The stars seemed to touch the branches lighting little fires at the tips. The moon was so close it lit a path on the ground below.

They tilted back, pointing at the twinkling pulses between the limbs and the midnight sky, the weight of light drawing them to one another.

Lykke turned to watch Emani marvel at the stars. Her brown eyes reflected specks of gold. She tried not to stare but, Lykke’s beauty captivated her each time she saw her. She rolled out the blanket she carried over her shoulder and tugged on Emani’s arm, urging her to sit beneath one of the tall pines.

“Let’s watch for a while. You can tell me your dreams. I won’t tell them to anyone.”

Emani relaxed beside Lykke spreading her hands over the blanket. It was rough and smelled of pine and hay.

“You washed your horse blanket.”

“Yes, so you and I can sit and smell sage and the fresh night air instead of horse dung.’

They laughed and breathed in the salty breeze then sat silent watching the glow of the shrinking moon through the trees. Lykke’s mind was full of words, words he struggled to put together. Words he willed himself to find courage to say.

Emani, I have to tell you something and I hope you don’t think I am silly.”

“Tell me, I don’t think anything you say is silly.”

Her courage waning, Lykke looked to Emani’s raven hair, the night breeze lifting it gently from her shoulders. Her eyes pulsed like the stars, her lips opened slightly, waiting. Lykke’s courage shifted from spoken to unspoken words and needs. She leaned in and whispered.

“Emani, I think…”

Emani moved in and kissed Lykke softly on her lips. Her eyes fluttered then closed. Lykke closed her eyes and drifted into her until their small kiss suspended the motion of the earth around them.

But a cold chill drew them back to her blanket. Lykke felt Emani pull away abruptly. She opened her eyes to see Emani scrambling backwards away from her, her eyes wide with fear.

Lykke watched her lips move, mouthing her name but all was silent and then dark.

Her head jerked back and a thick cloth was tied around her head tearing away strands of her hair. Huge arms pulled her up from the ground. She kicked and catapulted her legs, trying to break free of the grip around her. Emani’s screams echoed from somewhere behind her. She struggled harder against the huge arms until a greasy fat hand covered her mouth. Emani’s screams stopped and something slammed against the ground.

Lykke heard a deep gruff voice behind her.

“Easy,” he said. “We must get a good price for these two. We don’t need them bruised up and bleeding.”

“Amazzi meat is spoiled anyway,” another male voice groaned.

“Get that one to quit her kicking and let’s go. Tomorrow the ships leave for Limnos and this Amazzi trash will be on them.”

Ropes twisted and chewed into Lykke’s ankles and wrists. She bit at the fat hand that covered her mouth but was smacked in the face by another massive fist. Lykke saw the stars twinkle and then fall from the black sky.

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