MY SOUL TO GIVE now available in Print! #paranormal #mystery #romance #paperback #print

Well, here I am – where my ultimate dream has come true: MY SOUL TO GIVE is available in print! I am so happy, I can barely contain myself at all 😀

It’s available on CreateSpace, and will be on Amazon as well pretty soon. I plan on buying a bunch, so if anyone wants a signed copy, let me know! You can find me on Facebook, Twitter – feel free to reach out! I don’t bite (I actually prefer being bitten, and not doing the biting myself, but that’s…er…another story 😉 )




Mid Week Tease – MY LIFE TO TAKE #MidWeekTease #MidWeek


Welcome to another mid week tease featuring my adult paranormal mystery romance! MY LIFE TO TAKE (Book 2 A DEMON’S LOVE) is currently being revised. I have to be careful with that I tease from this sequel since a lot of it is a potential spoiler lol

So, enjoy some Mekaisto and Shiriki bonding time! 😉


“And what do you mean by that?” When Shiriki didn’t answer, Mekaisto grabbed his neck, and slammed him against the wall. “You are hiding something. Ever since Celina lost her protection with the loss of her pendant all those years ago, you grew restless, as though time could not go by fast enough. Your research became an obsession instead of curiosity.” He leaned in inches from his face, gritting his teeth. “Why?”

“Time does not exist for us, yet it continues without waiting, and sometimes, we need to run to catch up.” He stared at the wall, his gaze unfocused as though he was seeing something that wasn’t there. “There is only so far research can go.”

Mekaisto took a step back, a growl vibrating through his chest. “You are being cryptic again.”

“And it is why you tolerate me. I keep you curious enough not to murder me,” he said with a wink.


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Apricots & Wolfsbane

by K.M. Pohlkamp

Available October 13, 2017

from Filles Vertes Publishing, LLC

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Lavinia Maud craves the moment the last wisps of life leave her victim’s bodies—to behold the effects of her own poison creations. Believing confession erases the sin of murder, her morbid desires are in unity with faith, though she could never justify her skill to the magistrate she loves.

At the start of the 16th century in Tudor England, Lavinia’s marks grow from tavern drunks to nobility, but rising prestige brings increased risk. When the magistrate suspects her ruse, he pressures the priest into breaking her confessional seal, pitting Lavinia’s instincts as an assassin against the tenets of love and faith. She balances revenge with her struggle to develop a tasteless poison and avoid the wrath of her ruthless patron.

With her ideals in conflict, Lavinia must decide which will satisfy her heart: love, faith, or murder—but the betrayals are just beginning.

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Short Excerpt:

The violent display of convulsions lasted longer than I anticipated.

With my boots propped on the table, I remember watching beads of wax roll down the candle, marking time between my victim’s spasms. The brothel room was sparse, and the bed in the corner remained undisturbed. I had assumed the role of temptress that evening, but delivered a different climax.

I savored the fear on my victim’s face as much as my own unlaced mead. The sweetness of both danced on my palate. His repulsive gagging, however, I endured with patience.

My target focused upon me. His hand shook, reaching out in a misplaced plea for aid. Instead, I raised my goblet in a final toast while he turned purple. He glanced towards his spilled glass, and then studied my face with new understanding. With his last remnants of life, he pieced together what I had done. Those little moments made the act so delicious. And as his body collapsed upon the floor, I added one more success to my mental tally.

Murder just never got old.

The scratching of my chair sliding across the uneven floor broke the sudden, serene silence of the room. Driven by curiosity, my boots echoed with each step towards my victim.

The man’s eyes contained a lingering remnant of vibrancy despite the departure of the soul they once served. White froth percolated from his open mouth, overflowing the orifice to trail down his neck. It was not an honorable death, but my client had paid for certainty, not dignity.

Curious, I examined the large ruby on the victim’s pointer finger which matched the client’s description — an ornate setting with a coat of arms on one side of the gem and a mare’s head on the opposite. The worked piece of silver did not seem important enough to procure my service, but as a professional, I had not asked for justification, only payment. Material significance so often motivated patrons to fill my coffers. I recognized the inherent sin, but I never judged a client’s reason. I was not qualified to cast the first stone.

I did admire my victim. After all, he was a fellow criminal. I believed his talents as a thief must have been remarkable to pilfer the ring unnoticed from the finger of its owner. I often boasted of my own sleight of hand, but admittedly, I could not accomplish such a feat. Though in my defense, assassin clearly trumped thief.

After donning the black leather gloves concealed within the lacings of my bodice, I returned to business. I pushed the tipped chair out of the way and pulled on the ring, but my motion abruptly halted.

Caught at the knuckle, the gem did not budge.

I stared at his limp hand, dumbfounded, before a flame of focus burst through my body. How I craved and savored that rush. That high, and the feeling of power, motivated my ghastly craft all those years. Despite the stress, I never lost control of my emotions on the job. No matter the circumstance, I learned to remain calm and reason through any dilemma. That night was no different.

Grabbing the corpse’s wrist in one hand, I pulled on the metal band with all my strength. Still, the damn ring did not move, even with my heel braced against his chest. But through the sound of my grunting, the unexpected scratching of a nearby rat interrupted my efforts.

The rodent stood tall on his hind legs, observing the entertainment outside his hole in the floorboard. What else could I do except laugh in amusement? There was something poetic about the meager creature being the singular witness to the growing farce, while beyond the chamber door, an entire brothel remained unaware.

But their ignorance would not last for long.

By God’s nails, I was not going to degrade myself to play tug of war with a corpse, nor disgrace my spit to serve as lubrication. I retrieved the dagger from my boot and sawed through the bone of the blasted digit. In contrast, his purse strings cut with ease and the contained sum gave me confidence the proprietor would retain his promised discretion. Eager to depart, I cleansed the ring with the pure decanter of mead and left the contaminated gloves on the table.

I threw the finger to the rat.

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K.M. Pohlkamp is a blessed wife to the love of her life, a proud mother of two, and a Mission Control flight controller. Originally from Wisconsin, she now resides in Houston, Texas.

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COMING SOON: The Emotional Wound Thesaurus: A Writer’s Guide to Psychological Trauma by @AngelaAckerman & @beccapuglisi




I’m not gonna lie – when I heard about this newest edition, I bounced around on my computer chair for a good ten minutes. I’ve got all the emotion thesauruses – they are invaluable as a writer (and how did I go so many years without them?!), and are a worthy purchase (seriously – go buy them all).


The newest edition will be available October 25th, 2017 so mark your calendars! I look forward to adding to this wonderful series!


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FLAMEWALKER by @drwendyv


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I don’t know where to start for this review.

You know those stories you read that stay with you even after you’ve finished a few pages or a chapter… even before reaching the end, you know it’ll be forever in your mind as one of those books that’s just…well, perfect? Flamewalker is that kind of book.

Whatever category or genre you read, this book slams through your usual preferences, and you can’t help but love it. When writing is this good, you know you’ve found a brilliant and talented author, and that’s what Wendy Vogel is. Her writing will make you wish you had even half her skill in order to tell a story that flows from the pages with ease and envelopes you into another world. I’ve read many of the author’s stories, including a few manuscripts, and she has a way to make any story connectable in one form or the other. There’s a great balance of description and action, the dialogue is real… so, so real you can hear voices inside your head (I swear, I am insane, but not to that point lol).

So let me get to the review. I’ll be honest; I’m still not sure where to even begin. From the main characters, to the antagonist, to the side characters… all of them are unique and jump from the pages. We’ve all heard the expression before, but with this book, it actually happens. You could cut out all the dialogue tags, and you’d still know who’s talking because of the way they speak, the words they use, their inner thoughts, just everything about them. This was the first book I’ve read where I read a character I sympathized with slowly turning into the antagonist, and despite hating him at the end, I still had that twinge of… almost regret, in a way. A regret to know that what had started as honor and pain, twisted him to what he became. The author has a way to make characters very human, and that means showing our weaknesses as well. You’ll feel for the main character the whole time, and the author brings out the ‘chosen one’ into a unique light. There are no clichés when it comes to this story – everything takes a fresh twist.

I could go on and on about this book, but what I will say is this: pick up a copy, and read it. It’ll stay with you. Walk in Her Sight. Live in Her Wisdom.






Welcome once again to my mid week tease featuring my adult dark fantasy romance! STORM TRAVELER (Book 1 STORM OWL) is part of the same universe as MY SOUL TO GIVE (taking place two years later) and is currently being revised before I plan on querying it to the same press that published the series A DEMON’S LOVE 🙂


The only sounds around were my footsteps, and my panting. After a while, both weighed on me like a warning. No other sounds around, which only reinforced my instincts something was hunting me. And there, on the edge of the forest, a figure stood.

I took a step closer, but in the bare illumination of the twilight sky, it was impossible to see.

“Are you lost?” a male voice asked in amusement.

The stranger’s tone was unnerving; I couldn’t understand why my body trembled so much. I eyed him, trying to assess what I’d be dealing with in a few seconds, but the odds weren’t looking good for me. Tall―at least six feet―and even from the distance I could tell, well-built. The stranger dripped with power crackling in the air.

Swallowing a few times, I hoped my voice wouldn’t shake. “No, I’m fine, thanks.”

He materialized a few feet from me, and something between a gasp and a strangled noise escaped me. Fear and awe coursed through me as a small smile curled his lips. He had the blackest hair I’d ever seen, finishing in spiked ends passed his ears at the front, while the rest fell above his shoulders. He had the kind of face that made it impossible to guess his age; he could have been anywhere from his mid-twenties to late-thirties. And his eyes; dark blue and shimmering as though alive, protruding against the darkness.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he pointed toward my feet. “Why don’t you come with me, sweetheart?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Was this guy for real? He reached into his jacket and pulled out…

A lollipop.

“If you come, I’ll give this to you…” He twirled it around a few times.

I scoffed as I crossed my arms. “You must think I’m an idiot.”

He chuckled, still spinning the candy between his thumb and finger. “How about I trade the lollipop for you?”

“That’s not even a little funny.” Glancing down, my eyes widened; I’d taken a few steps forward. When the hell had I even moved? And toward him?

“You must have a really sweet tooth.” His smile turned wicked. “Lucky for you, so do I.”

I stared at him, too scared to make a move. He wasn’t human. He may have looked it, what with his gorgeous stare, and alluring smile, his dark clothes tight against his muscular body, and… Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus. I was so thankful he kept some distance. Not only for my safety, but because he would feel the heat radiating from my body, and I hated myself for it.

“Want to share it?” He cocked his head. “Your mouth probably tastes sweeter than it looks, and it’ll just make it yummier.”

I narrowed my eyes, inspecting him again, and assessing other details I’d ignored when I’d lost my mind for a second. His pants had the same look as the army-like ones I wore, except his were tighter against his muscular legs. His trench coat fell to his ankles, similar to the ones in my world.

I knew my sense of security wouldn’t last long the way he stared at me, but I craved answers. “Who are you?”

“A stranger offering you candy if you come into the woods to have fun.” His eyes sent signals I wasn’t safe around him. He had predator written all over him, and I didn’t want to become a prey again.

“No thank you.” I didn’t move a muscle. No way would I make any sudden movements. I’d have one second to run for it, and even then, he’d catch me for sure.

“Did you think you had a choice?” The grin on his face didn’t match his dark tone. “Come now; I can be gentle.”

My foot slid back an inch. “You’re insane.”

His piercing blue eyes sank into mine. “Then, I suggest you run very, very fast.”


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