Wednesday, July 13, 2016



Thanks to Rick for having me on his blog. I enjoyed writing The Paranaturalist quite a bit. I’ve said before that I think as a writer you need to fall a little in love with your characters when you write them, and I’m pretty sure I did this time…like I do every time. The fall can be hard sometimes because characters are prickly, or they have lots of faults and flaws that should make them unlovable. 

Owen certainly isn’t nice all the time, and Joe has a staggering amount of guilt complex that he drags around with him. In real life you fall for real people (and most real people tow around some baggage) and so I think it’s the same for my characters when I create them.

Owen and Joe both have their fair share of problems and differences—the least of which are the ghosts and odd phenomena they encounter— that they haul into their relationship, but at the end of the day I think they love each other enough to overcome them for the long haul. Joe just has that “something” for Owen, and Owen’s the rock Joe needs.

Release date June 27th, 2016

 As a kid, Joseph Appleyard saw things hidden from others. Now he is the paranaturalist, an investigator and cohost of a television show that seeks to prove the existence of the paranormal. Some think Joe is crazy, but they don’t realize he knows firsthand there’s more to the world than what most perceive. The trouble is, somewhere along the way, Joe lost his vision and it left his world flat and dull. One night an investigation goes horribly wrong, and a powerful ghostly manifestation sends Joe tumbling into a river. Spirit worker Owen Watson saves Joe’s life, and once they are back on dry land, whatever has been blocking Joe’s vision has been washed away.

When a haunting goes from annoying to dangerous, people turn to Owen Watson. He hates those infuriating hacks from TV, but when he pulls Joe from the river, his mind begins to change. Joe is scared and confused, and Owen realizes he might just be the real thing. Together, they work to understand the part of Joe that has been shut away for so long. But just as Joe is reacclimating to his abilities, his career as a paranormal investigator is in danger of being ripped away. Owen would gladly battle a bloodthirsty spirit for Joe, but he’s out of his element in the world of reality television.


Owen Watson
I hate the church. There aren’t many people in the rows when we enter the heavy double wooden doors at the back instead of crashing into a soft bed together. Okay, the together part is wishful thinking, but bed would be good. St. Paul’s. It’s beautiful in an ornamental, overdone fashion that makes me think someone was intent on buying their way into heaven when it was designed. The walls are heavy, somber stone. Saints and an abused Jesus stare at us with unseeing eyes from stations around the room while the brilliant morning sun streams through stained glass windows intent on wiping out every trace of natural light to replace it with something holier.

When did nature become the enemy? I want to be pissed about it, being here. A strange embarrassment works its way through me. I’d hate it if any of my friends saw me. I don’t do the church thing. I’m a pagan—fuck, I usually claim Heathen—for what that’s worth, even though the whole soft or hard polytheist debate makes me want to jam a screwdriver into my brain and stir. I renounced the very idea of the validity of this sort of institution years ago.

Yet I’m walking along at Joe’s side because he wants to be here.

I should get out now. How can there ever be an us if this is something he needs? He’s beautiful in the soft light, all dark eyes lit with the happiness of one of his small, surprised smiles. I’m trapped in his current. He’s too much of a mystery. I’ll never be able to leave him alone. And he feels so, so good when he’s in my arms. We aren’t touching now. Wish we were.

Dreamspinner Press



Ki grew up in small town nowhere pretending that meteor showers were aliens invading, turning wildflowers into magic potions, and reading more than was probably healthy. Ki had one amazing best friend, one endlessly out of grasp "true love", and a personal vendetta against normalcy.

Now, as an adult, living in Erie, Pennsylvania, Ki enjoys the sandy beaches, frigid winters, and a wonderful fancy water addiction. Seriously, fancy waters...who knew there were so many different kinds? It's just water...and yet...

Ki shares this life with a Muse, a Sugar Plum, and two wonderful children. 

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