Be
safe out there during this haunted holiday, when the veil between the
realms of the living and of the dead is thinnest. 😨
Friday, October 31, 2025
Wednesday, October 29, 2025
Bring On the Halloween Chills With 'Joss Paper'
It’s almost Halloween! This is the perfect time to read Joss Paper, my collection of chilling ghost stories based on Southeast Asian folklore and folk practices.
The best way to read the stories is at night, in bed, with no lights on except for one bedside lamp. Even better if rain is tapping on the roof and windows. Bwahahahaha ...
Joss Paper is available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle Unlimited.
Click here to check out the book.
An Excerpt From ‘Naughty Boy’
The buildings fell away; the road winding between the green slopes grew narrower and narrower. Trees crowded overhead, their immense trunks and spreading limbs festooned with ferns and orchids. Night descended abruptly, as is its habit in the tropics.
Jackson, born and raised in San Francisco, wasn't used to such total darkness. He couldn't see anything at all, except the road in the headlights of his cousin's Suzuki hatchback and the occasional passing car. Insects flew at them. The thuds of their tiny bodies hitting the windshield was loud even against the hissing of the car’s air conditioning. The jungle was a forbidding black wall on either side of the road.
After 40 minutes of driving in the hills, Jackson saw lights in the distance. When they drew nearer, he saw it was a Chinese temple, brightly lit. There were red paper lanterns strung on the temple's metal fence and along its eaves. Harsh florescent light spilled out of the temple’s gaping red and gold doors.
Boon Meng drove onto an adjoining field, where vehicles were parked haphazardly. They weren't the only late ones. Groups of people were trotting from the field to the temple.
“Where are we?” Jackson asked as Boon Meng maneuvered the hatchback into an empty spot between an ancient motorcycle and a mud-splattered delivery van.
“This temple holds a special ceremony every Wednesday night,” Boon Meng said.
“What kind of ceremony?”
His cousin smiled mysteriously. “You’ll see.”
Wednesday, October 15, 2025
'Into a Vault of Blood' Is Now Available on Amazon
Into a Vault of Blood, book #3 in the Pearl Dragon novella series, is now available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle Unlimited!
The blurb
New Orleans. A city brimming with spiritual energy and magic.
Art thief Pearl Tham is lured out of hiding. The Fortingris werewolves might still be after her for what she did in France, but the promise of long-lost treasure is too tempting.
She travels to a Haitian vodou shop in New Orleans expecting to learn the location of a painting she’s long wanted. Instead, she finds trouble of the worst kind. It isn’t in her nature to run, so she does what she does best: go into full battle mode.
The problem is, she’s fighting the most bloodthirsty of the supernatural entities that call New Orleans home.
Laissez les bons temps rouler. Let the good times roll.
Dive into this fast-paced adventure if you love strong female antiheroes, monster slaying, high stakes, werewolves, and vampires.
These novellas are a spin-off of my Geomancer’s Apprentice series. They feature the early adventures of grave robber and art thief Pearl Tham, a side character from The Geomancer's Apprentice books.
If you haven’t already, please check out books 1 and 2 here:
If you do read and enjoy the books, I hope you can leave a review and/or a rating on Amazon, Goodreads, BookBub, or another platform of your choice. Reviews and ratings raise a book's visibility, and help other readers to find me and my work. Thank you in advance!
Here’s a snippet from Into a Vault of Blood
They took a taxi to New Orleans’s Bywater neighborhood, which was famous for its quaint and colorful Creole cottages and shotgun homes. Gabriel directed the cab driver to the poorer part of the area, where the paint on the houses was faded, and weeds sprang from cracks in the sidewalks and roads.
The cab dropped them at a pale blue shotgun house with bright pink trim. The door and window shutters matched the trim. Several banana plants with pendants of yellow fruit grew in the front garden. A hibiscus with red blooms drooped in a cracked clay pot beside the steps leading up to the front door.
Pearl stared doubtfully at the house. It didn’t look much different from its neighbors. Nothing designated it as the home of a powerful New Orleans Vodou high priestess. She wondered whether Gabriel was taking her for a ride.
Gabriel’s shoulders drooped as he trudged up to the door. His hand shook when he knocked.
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