Today is release day for my latest Dark Fantasy book, NIGHTJAR. This is the 5th book in the SparrowMan/Veil of Shadows series. (I was able to release it early due to my amazing editor Kristy)

If you preordered this book on Amazon Kindle, you don’t have to wait until Oct 17th. It’s on your Kindle TODAY! And, there will be a sneak peek of book 6 in the back matter.

Here’s a little preview:

““Christ,” Skeele spit, followed by more swearing in Hellspeak as he bent to lift Meg from the ground. Not again, he thought. This can’t be happening again. Skeele lifted Meg, one arm under her knees, another across her back.

The energy in the room went berserk. The new recruits were wild, shouting and shoving ensued. Tukka and Chel did their best to calm them, but this was the kind of chaos that ensued when the throne was threatened. The throne of Hell was a coveted thing here. A shadowed realm where darkness reigned, the malevolence of the throne loomed, it had presence. Lucifer’s throne was steeped in sinister intentions, cunningly concealed beneath a shroud of deception woven by the very souls in subjugation. If Lucifer’s rule was night, Meg’s rule was day. She was a flicker of hope for the souls of Hell. She’d started to tame the veil; she’d started to loosen the chains. The creatures of Hell would always require reining in but for the first time in in eons, the Hellions were doing it with minimal violence and death. It was paying off; the more souls a realm held, the greater the power.

Skeele lifted Meg, exhaling a breath of relief when he felt solid bones under her skin. It wasn’t like last time. Last time he lifted her like this off the dusky grass of the back yard, it sounded like Rice Krispies crackling under her skin. He’d never heard nor felt the weight of someone with every bone in their body broken. She was nothing more than a sack of flesh that day and simply thinking about how she felt in his arms made his stomach twist.

Meg didn’t remember, therefore ever since that day she never understood his need to protect her. She was hazardous to her own health ninety-nine percent of the time. Hellions didn’t give a shit about much, but protecting their leader-they cared about that. They wanted to protect Meg because she was different. She gave them hope. Skeele never wanted to experience lifting her as a bag of bones again. Yet, here he was.”