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New Release! Fighting Iron 2: Perdition Plains!

It has arrived!

The second novel in everyone’s favorite far-future mech western is now available!

Check out Fighting Iron 2: Perdition Plains! Clay and Gibbons are in way over their heads in this one!


Barred from crossing the NorthAm border, Clay McAulay, his AI co-pilot Gibbons, and their battle mech, are forced to flee into the warped and twisted territory of the Midlands. A desolate, dreary landscape filled with denizens of questionable character, the Midlands has the reputation of a place folks want to avoid on their travels.

Few ever enter, almost none ever leave.

Clay is quickly embroiled in a conflict between the townsfolk of Perdition Plains and a mad scientist that may have discovered the secrets to immortality. Clay tries to extricate himself from the volatile situation, but as always, trouble keeps its grip on him and he is soon fighting against a foe he’d never thought possible: a mech made entirely of dead flesh!

Friday Night Drabble Party!


It’s been a while since the last FNDP, I know, but I was on vacation, so deal with it. DEAL WITH IT!

Yep, got to head to the West Coast and show the teenagers the beauty that is the Pacific Ocean. How I have missed that dramatic land.

But, now I’m back in good ol’ Asheville, enjoying the fine Southern Hospitality, and it’s time to get back into the swing of things.

That means a brand new, uber fresh, Drabble!


Not gonna try to sell y’all anything tonight, but feel free to browse the site when you’re done. Plenty of goodies to choose from.



At Night
Jake Bible

She tore at the material, shredding it with her jagged nails, ignoring the pain as micro-particles embedded themselves in the soft, tender flesh.

“It can’t be destroyed,” a bored voice said from her elbow. “I have tried.”

She ignored him. The little man had given up; she would never.

“I say, miss, you are wasting your time,” the little man said. “Otherwise I would not be where I am.”

Hours passed and her hands, cramped and numb, couldn’t move anymore.

“When do they come?” she asked, her voice hoarse from disuse.

“At night,” the little man replied. “When else?”



Disclaimer: They always come at night.

Friday Night Drabble Party!

We are back!

Yes, the drabbles have been sporadic lately. It’s summertime, yo!

Speaking of summertime, have you loaded up on your beach reads? Your camping reads? Your books for those long car trips? No?

Well, might I suggest two titles that are perfect for summertime fun?

Dropteam2In-Perpetuity-ebook-coverOooooo, pretty!


Both are on sale for $.99 for just a couple more days! Hurry and get them cheap while the cheaping is good!

Drop Team Zero is SpecOps space marines!

In Perpetuity is a mix of Full Metal Jacket and Starship Troopers!

$.99 each, people!





Now, on to the drabble!



Worth It
Jake Bible

He counted the coins before him for the hundredth time. Possibly the thousandth time. He could no longer remember.

“Worth it,” he muttered as the stacks of gold began to totter. He straightened them, steadied them, watched until they were stable again. “Worth it all.”

He kept his eyes focused on the stacks, not on the occupied chairs in the corner of the room. He couldn’t look at those. If he did then maybe it hadn’t really been worth it.

But it was worth it.

“Was worth it,” he muttered, ignoring the chairs, ignoring his family’s corpses, ignoring his regret.



Disclaimer: It’s always worth it, right?

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Bam diggity! The FNDP is back, y’all!

Had to take a week off because of ConCarolinas. It was a great weekend, but I am glad to be back in the writing chair so I can give y’all some free micro-fiction.

No schilling this week. Just give a click on any of the categories above if you want some more Jake Bible goodness.



Inevitable Catcall
Jake Bible

One woman held the man to the pavement while another reared her foot back for the blow.

The man tried to protest, but the layers of duct tape that covered his mouth easily prevented that.

The foot found its target. The duct tape crumpled. The man screamed for thirty seconds then passed out, choking on his own teeth.

The two women walked off. A block away there was the inevitable catcall.

“Sounds like someone needs duct tape,” the holder said, grabbing for the roll on her hip.

“Yeah, it does,” the kicker said, bouncing up and down on her toes.



Disclaimer: Duct tape. Say no more.

Writing In Suburbia #38: The Con Game!

Phew! What a weekend!

Yep, I was at ConCarolinas all weekend. Great time. Got to bring the Fam, hang with some friends, meet new authors, make new friends, and make new fans. Want to know what panels I was on? Want to know what we talked about in those panels? Want some great advice on all kinds of subjects? Then have a listen, folks!

And, this will be quite the surprise, I am too tired to rant this week! This is a rant-free episode!


PS- Yes, I know I’ve used this title before. That’s how tired I am. But this time the title has an exclamation point! THAT MAKES IT DIFFERENT!




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