*Disclaimer: I absolutely copy/pasted to Facebook because I had barely 30 minutes to get this written.

The calendar has entered its annual blender cycle. Between wrapping paper shrapnel, family schedules that move like migrating herds, and the general December chaos, my writing updates have gone a bit quiet.
Consider this a brief signal flare from the holiday bunker. I’m still here, the stories are still simmering, and once the world stops vibrating with festive noise, I’ll be sharing more...

When I first began writing Bradley’s Gambit, I didn’t set out to craft Teagan Anders into anything more than a presence in Bradley’s orbit — someone grounded in the rhythms of Montrose, someone whose life brushed against his in subtle, everyday ways.

But the interesting thing about writing is how certain characters don’t wait for permission to become important.

Teagan was one of them and as it turned out in my imagination, one of the most important.

How Teagan Appeared on the Page

She didn’t...

When I first started writing Bradley’s Gambit, I didn’t set out to create a thriller series. I set out to explore a man trying to outrun himself.

Bradley Ghast came to me as a quiet figure at the edge of a Colorado ridge—worn down, carrying more scars inside than out, and convinced that isolation was the safest path forward. What unfolded surprised me as much as it did him: a web of danger moving unseen through small-town America, and a reluctant hero who couldn’t look away once he realized...