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Saturday, December 31, 2016


In honor of New Year's Day AND a sparkling entrance to 2017, 

(Part One of the Returned series)

will be FREE on Kindle!

Jan. 2, 2017

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Excerpt from The Shelf 2 : Cursed

 from The Shelf 2 : Cursed

(Bri Brewley is back in Book 2.....)

Money talked; there was no way around it, even in the psychic business.  Bri knew enough to keep it short and to the point.  “I’m not a child of a demon, but I did get attacked by one several months ago.  It killed my best friend Aeryal and I was lucky not to get killed too, but then it took something from me….” 

Here she paused, leery of the scorn which she knew was coming.  Psychic or not, even Leticia would be a little skeptical without meeting the horrid demon.  “It took my-,”

“..heart,” Leticia finished without opening her eyes. 

Surprise halted Bri’s sentence.  The gypsy knew?  “Uh, yeah…but how did you-…well.”  Bri snapped her mouth shut.  Leticia was advertising psychic services, after all.  “Yea,” she nodded, “well, the demon has my heart, for safekeeping, and I can’t get it back unless I do something impossible, basically murder, which I won’t do, so I need a way to get it back from him.  Like now.”

A long breath whooshed out of her after she finished her long ramble.  She studied the gypsy’s face to see if the pallid woman had been able to follow all of that.  Leticia gave no indication that she had.

Nervous now, she took two more steps forward.  “Please.  Please help me.”  Without warning, the panic seized her again and Bri almost doubled over under the sheer intensity of it.  “I want to be normal and….,” she breathed in deeply, “..I don’t want to die, like Aeryal and Shanice.”
           For one instant, Leticia seemed pitying.  Those hooded eyes opened only slightly.  Her voice came out so softly, Bri had to strain to hear it.  “If only you had come to me before they claimed you.  But now, it is too late.”


Read more in my upcoming novel, The Shelf 2 : Cursed 
(Book Two in the Dead-End Ave series)...

Kish Knight


Monday, November 28, 2016

FREE short fiction - Angels

A YA, supernatural fantasy....

A teenage Guardian Angel falls in love with the human she protects, which is fine..... until it all goes wrong.....

on my Wattpad page

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Character Profile

Leilani Simpson,The Shelf 2:Cursed
Series : Dead-End Ave [Young Adult genre]

~before Leilani met Korey, Bri or any of the other Descendants, she was a very troubled young lady.  After the tragic death of their parents, she and her older brother, Casey, went to live with their grandparents.  Following Casey's disappearance, Leilani saw the inside of more therapy offices than any teen should~

(take a look into Leilani's background)

‘It must be a dream…,’ was the only thing that I could think through my haze.  Persistent hands pushed at me, supposedly trying to help, but their 'help' was sending me into the dark.  Not a great idea.  There wasn't any coming back from the dark.

‘Mentally ill?’  That’s what I’d overheard the doctor telling my grandparents.

They’d been discussing me at the time.

Nope.  Not for me.  That sort of stuff couldn’t happen to me.  Still struggling against the feel of his hands pushing me down, I fought the blackness that was overwhelming.

‘It’s okay,’ came Casey’s voice.  ‘I’m right here.’  His voice drifted inside my brain, like an anchor in a storm, but the blackness began to swallow me up even more.

         I fought harder.

Casey’s voice was persistent.  ‘It’s okay,’ he repeated.  ‘I’m right here.  Open your eyes.’

My eyes flew open.  Casey had lied; he wasn’t there.  The first face I saw was Dr. Kole.  Hovering over me, the psychiatrist pasted a concerned expression over the annoyance that I had already seen.

“Leilani,” apparently, she'd decided to try for gentle this time, “if you keep 'regressing', then we won’t be able to find out what really happened.”

“You know,” I said, changing the subject conversationally, “I’ve always hated books that start with a dream.”

The doctor frowned, probably wondering if I was cracking up even more, but the male nurse behind her was nodding.  ‘He must be a reader,’ Leilani thought to herself.


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