Eternal Spring

I'm very excited to be part of this amazing collection of YA stories.  Amanda Brice and I put it together and we couldn't be more proud.  Right now its FREE on Smashwords, then we will be putting it up on Amazon and getting it to go FREE as well. We want to get it into as many hands as possible.

My story DATING AFTER DARK (WITH CLOWNS) is a short story starring Caden Butcher.  The events in this story happen before those in DEMON WHISPERER.   It was an amazing way to introduce teen exorcist Caden and his demon buddy Dan, and his girl, Aspen Spencer.

Here is a little taste of that story....

As I turned up the Sum 41 tune blaring from the CD, the speakers rattled in the car door. The stereo system in the new Toyota Matrix kicked ass. I had to thank Dan for loaning me the car. I didn't ask him when he got it, mind you, or why he needed it. There are just some things a person just shouldn't ask a Great Duke of Hell . But I had to have some kind of vehicle to pick up Aspen. It was our first official date, and I didn't want to come off as a complete douche with a pocket full of bus fare and a transit map.

I checked Google maps on my iPhone while slowing to a stop at a four-way intersection.  When I accelerated again, there was a definitive pop in the air and the smell of cigarette smoke filled the car. I glanced in the rear-view mirror to see Dan lounging in the backseat with a cigarette dangling between his pale lips. As always.

"You’re going to be late, brother.” He blew a perfect smoke ring, and it floated toward me with a happy face inside.  The face winked.

For a demon, Dan had an incredibly upbeat personality.

"Go away.” I said.  “You’re stinking up the car. Now she’ll think I smoke.”

He sat up and hung his arms between the two front seats. "Just tell her about me. Problem solved.”

"So not going to happen.”

"She’ll believe you, she is a necromancer.”

"Necromancer in training.”

"Whatever.”  He waved his hand, scattering cigarette ashes on the seat.

“Watch it.”  I brushed at my jacket.  “I actually washed this with my own two hands, you know.”

“Mate, she’s totally not going to care.  All she’ll be paying attention to are those big beautiful eyes of yours.”  He ruffled my hair.  Hair I’d spent exactly twenty minutes on to get that perfectly messy look.

I slapped at his hand. “Don’t you have some demon-like thing to do tonight?”

“I suppose I could go possess someone, but it’s only fun when you’re there to exorcize me out of them.”

Not only were Dan and I best friends -- well as much as an exorcist and a spawnling from hell could be friends -- we also worked together.  He possessed them, and I saved them for a disgustingly large fee.  Most of our clientele resided in the City of Angels, Hollywood.  We didn’t con just anyone.  We picked out marks carefully.  Only those truly deserving of a little trickery and thievery. I’d seen true possession and the damage it did to people, so Dan and I limited our jobs to the real dickwads of the world.