Three books in the Elementalist series are on the 2017 publishing schedule – and I can’t wait. You’re in for a treat! Stay tuned.
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Enjoy a short excerpt from my current WIP, “Rusted Blade,” coming out in 2016:
Burch loved action. He lifted the corner of one of the red-and-white striped towels and poked the dough. He was tempted – sorely tempted – to make another pie. To flatten the dough into a disc and throw it up in the air, spin in, make it go faster and faster, thinner and thinner as motes of flour fell off and drifted upon his shoulders like snow.
Maybe he could spin a disc, then bunch up the dough into a ball and let it rest again. But no. With his luck, he’d need it before lunch was over.
He sagged against the seat of his wooden barstool and planted the soles of his sneakers securely against the floor. The textured sneaker sole caught against a rough patch, and that made him frown at the cracked, vinyl tile floor. He was going to replace the floor when he bought the shop ten years ago because it didn’t go with red and white tile walls, but then the fridge broke, and he needed to hire help, and his pickup truck’s transmission broke. There was always something urgent to pay for, but the floor remained under his feet, functional and still mostly safe, and ugly as fuck.
Someday he’d have enough cash to redo the whole place. He’d get rid of the four antiquated booths that ran the length of the wall and made the space warmer, more welcoming. He’d get one of those fancy espresso machines and a cake carousel, and he’d become a destination instead of just an afterthough. He’d offer free Wi-Fi.
The sun streamed through the large store window to his right, showing a bit of grime and flour dust. He’d squeege it later, afterhours. For now, he enjoyed the accumulated warmth that stood in contrast to the nippy morning and the light overnight frost. A glimpse of orange and red on the tree across the street promised good fall color, which in turn meant tourists coming in for the weekend till the leaves saw it fit to litter the forest floor with a carpet of gold.
The morning mail pile sat on the shelf behind him next to his keys, wallet, and cell phone. He hated keeping unsanitary items in the pockets of his white pants and white chef’s overcoat, and the shelf was a good compromise of keeping them handy in case he needed something.
For now, he reached for the mail. Nothing special, just the usual compilation of flyers, a gun catalogue and a local magazine, the electric bill, and the local newspaper. He set the electric bill aside, held on to the paper, and dumped the rest.
The obituaries were always interesting. People died in Berkely Springs just like they died everywhere else. In a small town like this one, the deceased didn’t always have local family, which meant there was usually an estate sale.
Burch had gotten many a treasure in an estate sale. Knives, swords, guns. Interesting knick-knacks that turned out to be Civil War era antiques. He’d been able to buy for five bucks and sell for five hundred once, and he seldom lost money on a deal. Had it not been for eBay, he’d have been forced to sell the pizza shop by now.
Just when he circled the fourth sale to hit come Saturday, the bell on the door announced a visitor. He glanced up. A couple, young, not local.
“Hey, folks!” He rounded up his electric bill and the newspaper and set them back on the shelf. “What can I do for you?”
“Hi.” “Hello.” They stood uncertainly, shifting from foot to foot. Early to mid twenties, not well off, and still full of that energy people half his age took for granted. That, and the lack of morning aches and pains.
“A slice of pizza would be nice.” The girl smiled at him, and when Burch pushed away from his bar stool and straightened up, her eyes widened. He was used to the reaction. Most women came right to his chest.
The guy glanced at her. “Yeah. Two slices. You have plain?” He was a head taller than she was, and screwed himself up to the greatest height possible in Burch’s presence. Burch was used to that, too. Men did it without realizing it.
He took in their worn clothes and sneakers that were well past the broken-in stage. “You can have whatever you want. The toppings are free today, it’s our Wednesday special.”
They guys eyes widened and the girl’s mouth formed a delighted “oh,” entirely silent. They stepped up to look at the pizzas in the display case.
Puppies, he thought. Got to feed the strays.
Once they pointed to what they wanted and Burch slid the slices into the oven, the guy turned to the girl. “Here, hold this.” He handed her a long, wide mailing tube, dug out his wallet, and paid. “Say,” he said to Burch, “Would you know when the antique store opens? The one next door to you?”
“Noon, probably. That’s when Tom usually comes in.” Burch jutted his chin at the mailing tube. “What do you have for him?”
The guy and the girl looked at each other. He shrugged. “It’s just a sword. I was hoping to keep it, but we need gas money.”
“A sword?” Burch crossed his arms in an effort to contain his excitement. “What kind?”
“Japanese.” The guy gave the mailing tube a fond pat. “Got it at a garage sale in Youngstown. Got a good deal, too.”
“Twenty bucks of gas money ain’t a good deal, Cody,” the girl said in a thin, tense voice. She turned to Burch. “We’re going down to Atlanta. We’re from Ohio and both of us have college an’ everything, but there just ain’t no jobs up there.”
Burch measured them from under his hooded eyelids. “Yep, folks have it hard in some parts, and Atlanta’s booming. No hard winters, either.” How old was his Claire now? Nineteen? Freshman in college, something both he and is ex contributed to equally. Bloody expensive, that, and heaven forbid you end up with student loans and no job when you graduate. This girl didn’t look like Claire, but her age was close enough. He bit back a bittersweet smile. “You mind showing me that sword? I’m sort of curious about things like that. I even have some of my own.”
The pizza timer went off. He turned, grabbed the wooden paddle, and rescued two slices of pizza with everything on it. “Sit down, I’ll bring it to you. Anything to drink?”
Just water. Because water was free.
Angst, uncertainty, humor, and the occasional dead body can appear in the following books.
ON THE RUN
In 1979, a family of four leaves Czechoslovakia on a vacation that never ends. Pursued by government agents, homeless in West Germany, the family strives to reach the promised land of Amerika, a land of unfettered ambitions. Culture clash, language barrier, and peanut butter are all inexplicable constants of live while the whole family explores, adapts, and thrives. Based on real events.
Hot summer, conscripted soldiers, a chance to go AWOL for a bit of skinny-dipping. A story of soldiers in 1962, Cold War Czechoslovakia. Privates and officers were natural enemies, and any opportunity to score a coup against the brass was weighed adjacent the risk of dire consequences. What’s a bit of fun on the sly, while sticking together and confusing the enemy? This hilarious high tale, inspired by real events, is a stand-alone read within the Cancelled Czech Files series. For more Cancelled Czech Files, check out “On the Run.”
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Sebastian is quietly in love, but his secret schemes to make his “coming out” as smooth as possible fall flat. Outed by a tabloid, his life falls apart. His only constants are Jesse, triathlon training, and a mad scramble to make the ends meet financially. You know, like most of the 99% do all the time.
Jesse is forced to enter a company triathlon – too bad he can’t swim. Can the Crow Native leave his foster care nightmares behind and be more than training partners with Sebastian, a man born to great wealth and corporate expectation?
Attila’s ex, Theo, runs a flower shop and there’s no space for a man in his life – unless he’s someone stable, with a cubicle job and drive a Kia. Sam is a homeless gambler stuck in Pittsburgh, living out of his Porsche. It’s up to him to convince Theo that he’s not “just passing through.
Had Jesse not picked Attila’s pocket, and had Attila not texted him, they wouldn’t be running Attila’s riding stables right now. Love and trust overcomes old hurts and a hidden disability.
Wyatt is an adrenaline junkie, climber, and a burglar. He meets his match – romantically and otherwise – in Jack, a volatile executive with a closetful of dark secrets. Watch the hot train-wreck of two sociopaths trying to make a happy home together!
Honorable mention recipient in 2015 Rainbow Awards!
Showing Kai to the world as his partner at a horse show comes at a cost: Attila falters in face of his debilitating, undiagnosed autistic spectrum issues. Kai’s unfailing support helps them grow into a seamless team as Attila discovers new coping skills along with trust and true love.
17-year old Brent helps as best he can when his revered Uncle Attila struggles – but the pressure of extra responsibilities, unreasonable family expectations, and discovering he’s gay crush Brent with the anxiety of losing his family forever. He just wants it to stop – permanently, if need be.
Sean teaches Aikido and Asbjorn teaches karate. The two MIT students are brought even closer after Sean is brutally assaulted. Asbjorn tries in vain to protect Sean, who is being stalked while tries to bring the perpetrator to justice.
Sean’s victory is hollow in face of a surprise jail break. Asbjorn draws on his ex-military skills to correct the error in the justice system – but an action this drastic doesn’t come without a very personal cost.
Married and stressed, Sean and Asbjorn are sent on a tropical vacation by their loving friends. It takes getting marooned on a deserted island to get the two stubborn guys to open up and really talk – while fighting for their lives in a struggle against the elements.
A hurricane and a case of mistaken identity leads to Tony and Kenichi meet way before Tony’s job interview for a position of Kenichi’s research team. The two particle physics prodigies struggle with social conventions as they strive to make it work.
The proceeds from the non-profit Kickass Anthology all go to author Eric Arvin to help with offset medical costs associated with paralysis following a brain surgery. Eric continues to write awesome books! Please check out his work at his Amazon site for a fresh look at gay romance, humor, horror, and supernatural.
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