Elf's Random Musings

So today I posted the epilogue of The Stolen, the first Law Unto Herself Chronicle.

This story has been almost three years in the making, and sadly I didn't get to work on it as much as I wanted to last year. Honestly, this should have been finished months ago, but 2015 was rough. Road and I had to suddenly move, I had to re-home my very large dog (she's doing great btw), and my grandfather passed away all within a two month span of each other.

That being said, I'm ...

Welcome and Good Evening to the latest edition to Elf's Random Musings.

So, some of you might have wondered where I've wandered off to in the past year. Well, I've been busy. Very busy with real life work and writing. Pretty much all of my spare time has been with working on my original serial that I'll sell off to a publisher after all rights revert back to me. (Which is six months after I finish it.)

My serial is being hosted on JukePop Serials. Which is an awesome ...

If you know me, or read my blog or my original works or even The Hound and the Blacksmith, you know I love my Urban Fantasy.

You know, to the point where I write it semi-professionally.

Anyway, our very own Moczo had a review of his work published in Fangs for the Fantasy an Urban Fantasy Review site. Our boy got a very positive four out of five fangs (seriously check out his work for free and vote), but one thing I noticed in the review was that the reviewer pointed ...

So, I was interviewed, like a real author or something!

You know, it's been a while since I've posted and I figured I might check in and say hello. Or something.

First off, for those curious I've posted the full guide to how to write porn on my blog. You know, my real blog. The one I should really update more.

Anyway, it is there and uninterrupted. So if anyone wants to take a gander at they're more than welcome to. However, I do find it ironic that ...

Crimson was bleeding into the edges of Forest’s vision as hyperawareness overtook her. Canines began to lengthen, sharpen, and throb in her jaw, poking painfully at her lower lip. An odd stillness overtook her as she eyed the furrows carved in the Camaro’s side before looking at the charging werewolves. Her hand went to her gun, the handle all too familiar in her hands. The revolver slid free of its holster before it was leveled at the closest werewolf. Her thumb pulled the hammer back. The

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