New release: DOWN THE BRINK

Greetings!

I know, it’s been a while since I had a brand-new release to announce.  That said, I assure you I’ve been writing at the same clip I’ve kept up since DarkFuse picked up THE GENESIS CODE about five years ago.  No, it’s been more a matter of happenstance, with DarkFuse shutting down this year.  Now I am very pleased to announce that my new publisher, Crossroad Press, just released my latest, DOWN THE BRINK.

DOWN THE BRINK is definitely the darkest novel I’ve written to date–and perhaps the most frighteningly topical/timely.  I’ll let the back cover copy introduce you.  I hope you like it.  Let me know what you think!

Human misery is a profit center. Zach Winters knows this all too well.

In his IT job at Guardian Systems, Inc., the nation’s largest for-profit prison company, Zach sees all the numbers. GSI stops at nothing to drive up profits. He despises everything GSI stands for and is thrilled to land a job at MoonPop, developer and publisher of the wildly popular free game app of the same name. Zach loves his new job. He thinks he has it made—until his curiosity gets the better of him. 

Life is good for Gil and Aggie Balderas. Gil’s working hard to make his dream of opening his own construction firm a reality. But one day, Gil makes a simple mistake. A simple mistake that lands him in prison for six months. What he experiences inside changes him forever. 

Not all prisons are made from concrete and razor wire…

Find it on Amazon.

Find it on Smashwords.

Thank you!

Lisa

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My work on Pixels.com/Fine Art America

I’ve been working on my art the past couple of years–in addition to writing, and working, and more.  I recently created several portfolios on Redbubble, and one piece of my work is featured on  Zazu’s House Parrot Sanctuary Pixels site.

I found out Pixels/Fine Art America was offering yoga mats and that did it (well, not just yoga mats, lots of different products, but the yoga mats put me over the edge in deciding to set up there!).  I set up a page there and uploaded my work.  It’s “live” now.  Please check it out and let me know what you think.  Thanks!

My Pixels/Fine Art America Page

All my art up on Redbubble now…

Got it all uploaded!  So there are 4 art collections and 1 miscellaneous photography collection (older).  The art categories are:

Abandoned/Roadside/Retro

Bird art

Abstract/Surreal

Landscapes/Canada

The pieces are mainly watercolor or colored pencil, or the two mixed.  One is gouache and one is watercolor and pastels.  Check it out.  I’ll upload more as I complete and digitize more pieces.  Thanks!

My Redbubble Profile Page

More of my art collections up on Redbubble now…

Now I have several collections/portfolios of my art (colored pencils, watercolors, sometimes mixed) going:

Abandoned/Roadside/Retro

Abstract/Surreal

Birds!

Coming soon:  landscapes inspired by Canada.

Please check them out and let me know what you think.  Thanks!

My Redbubble Profile Page

My Art Side…

No, I don’t “just” write novels, I’ve also been working on my art.  I mostly work in colored pencil (Prismacolor Premier) and watercolor.  I finally got a chance to post a new collection up on Redbubble, entitled:  Abandoned, Roadside, and Retro.  I have a number of birds and abstract pieces I plan to post in their own collections, as time permits.

Meanwhile, please stop by Redbubble and check out my collection.  You can get the images on various sorts of products to suit your fancy.  Thanks!

Flash Fiction: Stilettos, Take Me Home*

Stella squinted through the smoky haze.  Damn if her drink wasn’t empty again.  She leaned forward and signaled Kevin the bartender to hit her up again.

He cast her an appraising look as he dried a beer mug.  “Don’t you think you’ve had enough tonight?”

“No.  Not hardly.”

“Well, I do.  Go on home, Stella.”

This wasn’t the first time Kevin had cut her off.  Knowing there was no use arguing with him, Stella slapped down a few bills and nearly knocked over the bar stool as she stood to leave.  She glanced around to make sure no one noticed, then straightened her dress and slung her purse onto her shoulder.

Stilettos clattering, she tottered out of the bar and took a moment to steady herself against the building.  Stood up again.  She checked her watch.  One in the morning.  Bastard was supposed to meet up with her hours ago.  Fortunately, she only had to negotiate a few blocks in her treacherous heels and she’d be home.

Late at night, this old neighborhood cleared right out.  She suspected that’s why her dates stood her up so often.  The buildings were tired and run down, so the area just didn’t look like a party mecca.  Even her old girlfriends had deserted her.  They didn’t feel safe coming here, they said.

Well, fuck them.  Rent was cheap, and she could walk to whatever she needed—the corner grocery, the salon.  The bar.  She never had any problems.

She sighed and started walking home.  It wasn’t all that far, but she wondered if she shouldn’t bring flat shoes with her next time.  The cracks in the sidewalk were pure hell on her favorite stilettos.

Stella hardly noticed the flutter of soft wings as, one by one, they gathered, clinging to the eaves and awnings along her way.  She left the spill of blue neon from the bar and ventured into the night, punctuated by the occasional street lamp.  As she turned right at the corner, she saw a couple of the lights on that side had been smashed into oblivion.

The increased darkness made it harder to see the cracks in the sidewalk.  Stella slowed her pace to avoid catching her heel in one.  She had trouble focusing, and admitted to herself that she might have had a drink too many.

Partway down the block, her heel caught and she stumbled, falling against the side of a building.  Pain flashed in her hand as she scraped the skin on the rough brick surface.  She leaned against the building and pressed her injured palm to halt the bleeding.

A shadow emerged from the alley only a few feet ahead of her.  Still rubbing her hand, she noticed it, but made no effort to flee.

“Need some help?”  The harsh voice was not that of a Good Samaritan.  The shadow moved onto the sidewalk and stepped toward her.  As he drew nearer, she could see he looked solid and strong beneath his T-shirt and jeans.  She could also see the menacing sneer on his face.

Shaking her hand to erase the last traces of pain, she stepped away from the building, pulled her purse strap back up onto her shoulder, and continued walking home, right toward the man in the shadows.  As she was about to pass by him, he grabbed her arm and spun her toward him.

Stella laughed.

As the man began to drag her into the alley, they came.  They came on soft wings, like leathery butterflies of the night.  Nearly soundless, they leapt from the ledges where they’d hung and fluttered down.

He released Stella and screamed as a cloud of bats engulfed him.  They swarmed; they closed in, avoiding his flailing arms with ease.  Soon they all dug their claws and teeth into his clothes, his flesh.

Stella smiled as they lifted him up, up into the night.

When he was gone from sight, she straightened her dress, hitched her purse strap back over her shoulder, and continued on home.

She loved her neighborhood and wouldn’t dream of living anywhere else.

 

*Originally published by DarkFuse, July 2013.