Matt Archer: The Short Stories–Now on Sale!

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It’s here, Monster Hunters! It’s finally here! The newest installment in the Matt Archer series–the short story collection–is on sale. Woot!

For those of you who’ve followed the blog for a while, you know I occasionally write stories outside the main novels and, for the last year, readers have asked to put those stories into book format. As a result, the collection was born, which includes a number of new stories, and stories not published on the blog (from the Omnibus, for example). Five of the new stories happen at the end of Redemption or after it…want to see what Matt’s life is like after West Point? Yep, it’s in there.

As a thank you to all the readers who continue to follow Matt, the ebook is on sale at Amazon, Kobo, iTunes, Smashwords, and B&N and will be on sale for $0.99 through 5/31. After that, it goes to its regular price of $1.99. 

Finally, not to drop any spoilers, there’s been a request to explore the world of Erik Archer. If I write it, it will be an ADULT BOOK, probably not for readers under 16. So, adult Matt readers, any interest? It would be a while before I can get to it (I have four other projects in the hopper at the moment, including the conclusion to the UNSTRUNG trilogy), but if I can think of enough story material, would you want to read it?

Thanks again for all the great support! And, until next time, beware of monsters…


Matt Archer: Short Stories–Available for Pre-order Now!

Greetings Monster Hunters,

It feels a little surreal to have a new Matt Archer work coming out, but here we are! The release is now available for preorder, and on sale for $0.99 until May 30th (so pick it up early!)  The collection will release on May 13–because Friday the 13th seemed like a good idea, right? : )

To celebrate the preorder, here’s the cover, the blurb and a sneak peek at one of the brand new stories!

Matt-Archer-The-Short-Stories-800 Cover reveal and PromotionalAvailable May 13th, on pre-order now at:

Amazon, Kobo, iTunes, Smashwords, and B&N (soon)

An addendum to the popular Matt Archer: Monster Hunter series, this story collection includes short stories from before, during, and after the main book series. These stories include the point of view from multiple characters in the Matt Archer universe: Uncle Mike, Aunt Julie, Dani Archer, Erik Archer, Mamie Archer, Will Cruessan, Ella Mitchell and more—even a new story starring Matt Archer himself.

For fans of the series, these short stories will fill in some blanks, give you a glimpse of the future, and complete your collection—including previously seen stories from the blog and the Omnibus, plus eight brand new stories.


Excerpt from Father of the Year, starring Erik Archer:


A flush of shame burned its way up my neck. I hadn’t seen Matt since he was two weeks old, and this is how we reconnect—in clearing surrounded by a group of ragged tents in the middle of Australian Outback?

Father of the Year, right here. I deserved a medal.

“This wasn’t the way I wanted to meet you, son,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t run like he did earlier. Okay, run wasn’t fair. More like stomped away in silent rage. Now that Mike and I had him cornered near a Humvee, maybe we could sort things out a little more.

Matt shook his head. “Uncle Mike, where did he come from?”

He. Not Dad, or my father, or even “my old man.” He, like I was an uninvited houseguest instead of the one man who could help these Green Berets pull free of their predicament. Getting to know me would be low on my kid’s list of priorities, no doubt.

Mike’s sigh spoke volumes. He wasn’t excited to see me either. If his wife hadn’t been faster than both of us, I’d probably have a black eye and a bruised kidney, and Mike would be sporting a few broken ribs. I knew I was being suffered at the will of one Captain Julie Hunter-Tannen, and I was going to damn well do what she said until I understood what the hell they wanted from me.

“You know we need a specialist,” Mike said. “Your fa—I mean, Officer Archer has more knowledge on Nocturna Maura than anyone outside the cult. He’s our lead.”

Matt rolled his shoulders, like he was trying to shrug off the reason I had to be here. “Fine. That has nothing to do with me. I’m here to hunt…and to cure Will.”

Almost as if the possessed boy heard his name, he screeched, “I will erase your names from history. You’ll be a disgrace to your ancestors and your women will weep!”

My son’s already drawn face froze in an expression between helplessness and ferocity. “Can you fix that?”

“Un-possess that young man? No.” I’d give anything to say yes, all things considered.  “But I might know someone who could.”

Matt shook his head. “Not good enough, which means you’re no use to me. I’m a tool—that’s all. You want to discuss leads and strategy? Go find Aunt—Captain Tannen.”

Cover Reveal! Matt Archer Short Stories

Greetings Monster Hunters!

After finishing the draft of the short story collection this week, I thought a great way to celebrate would be to reveal the cover. The collection will go up for pre-order sometime in the next week, with a mid-May release date (TBA, as I work with my editor regarding the details). Check back here for updates, a pre-order announcement, and a sneak peek at a brand new story!

Now, without further ado, presenting the cover for Matt Archer: The Short Stories

**The first person to reply in the comments here, guessing the correct scene from the correct book that’s on this cover will receive an ARC copy of The Short Stories eBook in their preferred format before release!**


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Matt Archer Short Story Collection: Coming in 2016

Greetings Monster Hunters!

It’s been a while, but I’m excited to tell you that a) yes the short story compilation is a go and that b) it will drop in first half of 2016. That’s right–before July 1st. I don’t have a date yet because the cover is in the works, and I want to do some polling to see what kind of stories you’d like to hear. I’ve listed a few polls below, and if you’d be so kind to answer, they’ll help me determine what to work on. I have a few ideas of my own, of course, but this short story is for you guys, and I want to make sure I add some fan faves.

All of the short stories on the blog, as well as the ones in the Books 1-3 boxed set will also be part of the compilation (so you don’t have to comb through the blog to read them anymore. :D). As to the new content, I will have some backstory on Mamie, as well as stories featuring Ella and Penn, Uncle Mike and Badass Aunt Julie, and Will. There will be some humor, some action, and, yes, even some tears. But, the last story in the collection? That one is going to be pretty special. It’s a story I’ve had in my head for two years. It’s time to let it out.

So, check out the polls below, but if you have specific ideas, drop them in the comments. Want to hear more about Captain Johnson? Want to know what goes through Julie’s head in the final part of Redemption? Need more info about Ramirez? Let me her about it. Who knows–maybe your idea will make it into the collection!

Thanks, and don’t forget to vote!

New Matt Short Story: The Light of a Thousand Stars

Hi everyone!

As promised, here is the new Matt Archer short story. Based on votes, it sounded like you wanted to hear about Greenhill Graduation. While the story has some comedic parts, it turned out a little more bittersweet than I anticipated. For anyone who read REDEMPTION, you probably can expect why. Now, if you haven’t read REDEMPTION, don’t read this story–major spoilers ahead.

Also, if you have any additional “wants” for short stories for the compilation, give me a shout in the comments and/or email. Your idea might just make the cut!

All righty–here we go. Happy Reading!!

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Mom checked her purse one last time. “Okay, I have my phone. I want pictures of everyone.”

So did I, but I’d let her take them for me. I wanted my focus to be on watching the back of Ella’s head. That was a really great pastime. “Is my tie straight?”
I was wearing the suit she’d bought me for the Congressional hearings last fall. After getting dressed, I’d spent a long time staring at myself in the mirror. Even though I could walk—and even jog—without a limp now, my injuries had taken a toll. The suit was loose through the shoulders, and I’d had to tighten my belt a notch.

Still, a tiny voice deep in my head kept telling me it was time to start training more. Since I knew that voice wasn’t mine, I tried to ignore it. I was kind of done letting them tell me how to live. Maybe someday I’d get back with the program, but I wasn’t ready to forgive, or forget. And for the time being, the world didn’t need them…or me.

I blinked, realizing I’d been standing there, staring into space, while Mom watched me with sad, tired eyes. “It’s straight, honey.”

I nodded, and closed my eyes for a second. She and I were having a really hard time filling up this house. Dad moving back in had helped a lot, but it still felt so damn empty without my sibs here.

We’d sold our six-seater kitchen table in favor of something smaller—that was my life now.

“Thanks,” I mumbled and followed her out to her car. We’d sold the minivan, too. She drove an Acura instead.

She drove us to Greenhill High’s stadium. The parking lot was already filling up, and near the tunnel entrance, a sea of green robed graduates milled and mingled. Even from here, I could see Ella’s red hair, turned the color of flame from the hot early June sun. And it wasn’t hard to miss Will. His head stood above the crowd’s. Only tiny Penn was completely invisible…until Will jumped back a foot laughing. A fist shook at his face—a very small fist. I finally saw her when Will picked her up and swung her around. She was laughing, her curly brown hair streaming behind her.

A pang hit my heart. Will had committed to USC, and Penn had fought her parents tooth and nail to go with him. I was going the opposite direction—to the east coast and West Point. Ella was going to Rutgers, so she could be close to me. We’d be more than three thousand miles apart from our best friends. How was that going to work?

“We should go find seats,” Mom said, sounding vaguely worried. “Are you sad you didn’t wait to graduate with the rest of them?”

“No.” And I wasn’t. Graduating by myself in Mrs. Stevens’s office had been great. “Enough people are staring at us now. Can you imagine what it would’ve been like if I crossed the stage?”

Her laugh sounded strained. “The media would’ve shown up for that. It was hard enough for Mitch and Arianna to keep them away for Will today. You’re right; it was better your way.”

We went into the stadium, and bumped into the Cruessans. Mr. Cruessan gave me a bone crushing handshake, and Mrs. Cruessan actually—gasp—smiled at me.

“It’s a big day,” she said. “I can’t believe we’re here.”

While she and Mom boo-hooed about their babies leaving for college, Mr. C and I stood around awkwardly. Ever since I’d left a blood stain on their entryway rug, he hadn’t seemed to know how to talk to me. I didn’t blame him for that.

“So,” he said, “You training hard for West Point?”

I nodded. “Got my two-mile run times down into the required range. Still working on getting my pushups back to the right number, but it’s coming along.”

“I should send William to the gym with you. He’s in for a rude awakening when he meets the conditioning coaches at USC.”

I thought about saying that Will had been through enough “very bad things” not to give one crap about any coaches, but I just smiled and nodded. “I’ll give him a call. I like working out with a partner.”

We went up into the stadium, blinking in the bright sunlight, and found seats in the lower bleachers just off the forty yard line. The stage was centered on the fifty, so this was a prime spot. Strange that it was still empty.

“Let’s see,” Mr. C said. “We have C, M, and S…we’re going to be here a while.”

I was pleased he remembered to add the Mitchell to the tally of names we were listening for. “There’s only four hundred seniors,” I said, grinning. “How long could it take?”

A strange look passed between the Cruessans, and I got the feeling something was up. I didn’t have a chance to ask, because Pomp and Circumstance started playing over the PA speakers. Lines of green-robed seniors started marching out of the home-side tunnels. Group by group, they found their folding chairs on the field, waiting for the direction to sit. When Ella’s line passed by, she looked up into the stands. I waved and she caught my eye. She touched her lips then her heart. It was a quick gesture, but I saw it.

God, I loved that girl.

Once they were seated—and the poor girl who sat behind Will had moved her chair so she could see around him—Mrs. Stevens took her place on the stage. Her hair was even more gray than when I’d started at Greenhill, but she’d had a rough four years.

She wore a black professor’s robe and smiled proudly at the seniors gathered before her. “Welcome Greenhill’s senior class! Not seniors much longer—in just a minute, you’ll be leaving us to go on to great things. But for the next few hours, you’re mine for just a bit more.”
Cheers and laughter from the grads made my throat constrict. I’d known most of these people since elementary school. Even though I didn’t feel like I belonged with—or to—them any longer, it was so cool to be here.

There were a couple of speeches. The valedictorian went on about five minutes too long. The StuCo president lost his place in his notes and decided to ad lib. He went dangerously close to a very inappropriate place…and it was awesome.

Finally, Mrs. Stevens took her place again, but instead of saying something about having the seniors stand to go through commencement, she said, “Before we proceed with graduating these fine seniors, I want to take a moment to address some trying circumstances surrounding our student body.

“Two of our own alumni—one an elite athlete, one a great scholar—were killed during the school year. Extraordinary circumstances, and incredible bravery, took them both from us much too soon. They are survived by their mother, and their brother, a senior from this class, who also redefined what it means to be brave in the face of terrible evil.

“Another senior in our class was also a part of the story that unfolded throughout our world. I am so proud to call these young people students. Would Mr. Archer and Mr. Cruessan please stand?”

So much for avoiding the stares. Mom was already in tears, and my eyes stung, but with four hundred families looking my way, I shoved them back and got to my feet. Will did, too, but he didn’t face the stage—he turned around to look at me. We held each other’s gaze for a long minute, and not a single person made a sound.

The thing is, we’d grieved…both together and in private. But this really put a beating heart on everything we’d lost. I had to believe that my sister and my brother could see us, but I didn’t know.

And they weren’t the only dead I missed. I just missed them most.

“Thank you, thank you both,” Mrs. Stevens said, her voice hoarse with emotion. “And thank you to the Archer family, who gave so much for all of us.”

The applause was immediate and thunderous, and I hated every second of it. I took my seat and hunched down, hoping Mr. Cruessan’s bulk would hide me from the stares. Will dropped into his seat like a weight had fallen on him. We never did any of this for the recognition. Getting a Presidential medal of honor—and other awards from eighteen different countries—was embarrassing enough. This, though, this smacked my loss right in the nose.

But Mrs. Stevens had a surprise. “In honor of Mamie and Brent Archer, the Mitchell and Arianna Cruessan Foundation has created two scholarships, to be awarded to two outstanding seniors. The Brent Archer Memorial Scholarship will be awarded to a student athlete who plans to continue on with a college education. The Mamie Archer Memorial Scholarship will be awarded to a student who exemplifies both a passion for learning, and a high moral character.”

God, now these seats made sense—they’d been saved for us. I turned to stare at Mr. C. He smiled sadly in return.

Mom gasped and gripped his arm. “You…you didn’t tell me.”

“It was a surprise, Dani,” he said, patting her hand. “And we’re grateful to have the chance to do it.”

“The teachers met with Mr. and Mrs. Cruessan to review recommendations and determine who our inaugural winners would be,” Mrs. Stevens said, “It is our honor to award the Brent Archer Memorial Scholarship to Braden Collins.”

During the applause, as Braden went up to accept his award, I found it kind of ironic…Will was the poster boy for that scholarship, but it would look weird for his parents to give it to him. A little smile twitched at the corners of my mouth, because it would’ve been kind of funny and awesome if he had won, and some random parent got pissed off about it. Then there would be a shoving match, and some name-calling…

Brent would’ve loved that.

“The winner of the Mamie Archer Scholarship is a young lady who has conducted herself with a great deal of dignity and strength during a very difficult time. She has a strong moral compass, and is an exceptional student as well. The award goes to…” Mrs. Stevens paused to scan the crowd. When she found me, she smiled. “Ella Mitchell.”

And just like that, I was totally done in.

* * *

“So, this is the last day Dad’s letting me eat cake. He’s putting me on a protein extreme diet starting tomorrow. So, everyone kiss Millicent for making four desserts for us,” Will said, cramming a big bite of chocolate bundt cake into his mouth.

“Don’t talk again until you finish that,” Penn warned, pointing a plastic fork at him. “Seriously, Giant Will. We can’t keep having the ‘no see food’ discussion.”

In answer, he scooped up a fork full of icing and dabbed it on her nose. To my surprise, she calmly wiped it off. I wondered where Mighty Penn had gone—then she sucker punched him in the ribs.

Okay, everything was right with my world again.

“Ouch!” Will said. “Good grief, Destroyer. You’re going to injure me before I even get to my first practice at USC.”

She made a face. “Suck it up, big guy.”

He snatched her out of her chair and plunked her in his lap. “Suck…what?”

“Oookay,” Ella said, grabbing my hand. “We’re going for a swim. You two keep it clean up here.”

She pulled me down the flagstone patio to the Cruessan’s ginormous pool. No one ever really swam in it, which seemed like a huge waste to me. Now, though, having it to myself with Ella and her bikini didn’t seem so wasteful. Especially when she flashed me her daredevil grin and did a cannonball right into the deep end.

I dived in after her, and when we surfaced, I said, “Have I told you I loved you today?”

“About seven times, but it doesn’t get old,” she said. “I love you, too.”

We swam over to the edge of the pool to hang onto the wall. She reached out to wipe water off my face. “Are you okay?”

I stared across Will’s backyard, to the tree line. From here, you could just see the trailhead that he and I used to take to hunt monsters in the state park. Such a long time ago. “Not really, but I’m getting better. It’s going to take a while.”

“I want you to know that getting Mamie’s scholarship was the most beautiful thing that could’ve happened today,” she murmured. “I know that had to be hard for you, and I’m sorry.”

“It was hard,” I admitted. “But don’t be sorry. I’m so glad it was you. I think being made to stand up in front of all those people was the hardest thing. I’m so tired of the attention, you know? I want to walk into a store or a restaurant and not be recognized, but that won’t happen for a while, will it?”

“Probably not.” Ella rested her hand on mine. “Do you want to go see them today?”

I shook my head. “There’ll be a crowd. News crews, too. ‘Seniors of Greenhill High Graduate and Mourn,’ or some crap like that. I’d rather go in the middle of the night sometime. That’s when I’ve been going. I sneak out of the house at one and drive over there.”

“How about tonight, then?” she asked. “Will and Penn could go, too, or it could be just us.”

I looked over at the patio. Penn was feeding Will cake, and he watched her like he still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to go out with him in the first place. I knew how that felt. “Yeah. I’d like all of us to go.”

We swam and ate for hours that afternoon. My appetite had come back, and Millicent seemed determined to make sure I gained five pounds today.

“Mr. Matthew? There’s one piece of coconut pie left,” she called from the patio door. “Do you want it now, or can I send it home with you?”

Ella, who was sitting curled up next to me on the porch swing, giggled against my shoulder. “She really likes feeding you.”

“She likes feeding all of us,” I whispered back, smiling. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll take that pie to go.”

Millicent beamed, then went inside to pack it up. Will groaned from the patio sofa. He was stretched out with his head in Penn’s lap. “If I never eat again it’ll be too soon.”

“Says the guy who’s going to eat a six-egg breakfast tomorrow,” Penn crooned. “But I’m glad. You both needed some help getting your weight back up…after.”

There was a slightly awkward pause. Will had lost weight due to exertion and, later, worry. But I’d flat refused to eat for nearly a week on top of being physically ruined, and there were days I still found it hard to choke down meals around my pain. In one way, I was really grateful to have Dad back in my life. He’d been through some pretty hellish things, and he’d been able to sneak calories into my diet without me really noticing, always picking the exact right moment when I’d been most likely to eat. I honestly thought that might’ve been the biggest reason Mom let him move back in—because he was better at dealing with me than just about anyone.

“What time do you want to go?” Ella asked.

“Eleven? It should be clear by then,” I said.

Will yawned. “Sounds good. Think I’ll take a nap.”

“What about you?” I asked Ella. “You want to hang around here, or go somewhere?”

She was staring at the trees. “I want to go for a walk. And I think you need one, too.”

* * *

The trail had overgrown some since Will and I tore through here on his four-wheeler. The skull that had been staked on one of the trees near the trailhead was gone now, too. Last fall, the park rangers had been forced to close off part of the park because tourists and thrill seekers had wanted to see the famous “Archer/Cruessan” trail. I was glad they closed it. These woods had seen too much—they needed time to heal just as much as I did.

“You’re limp is almost unnoticeable now,” Ella said behind me.

“You’re just saying that to cover up the fact that you’re looking at my butt.”

She giggled. “I have to admit, the view is pretty good.”

We hiked for a few miles before breaking into a circular clearing that had once been home to a very wily She-Bear. Grass covered the ground and evening sunlight turned the leaves overhead golden. “It looks different,” I said. “It all seemed so scary four years ago.”

She wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her cheek against my shoulder. “You’ve come a long way since then.”

I turn inside the circle of her arms and pull her close. “Unfortunately. I hardly remember that Matt at all.”

“And that’s okay,” Ella said, sounding very overprotective. “Because I loved you then, and I love you more now.”

I kissed her nice and slow, letting my tension drain away a bit. “This is a good way to exorcise some demons.”

“I thought it might be.” She pulled me down into the grass. “Mamie was right. A little light goes a long way.”

I rolled onto my side and ran my fingers through her hair. “Mamie was right about a lot of things.”

Later, as full dusk fell, we hiked across Will’s backyard. He and Penn were waiting for us. “We’ve got flashlights and I filched a bottle of champagne from the wine cellar,” he said. “I thought we might want to have a toast.”

I just nodded, too choked up to answer. Ella took my hand and we went to Will’s BMW to make the long drive to the one place I both loved and hated with all my soul.

The monument was set up in the town gardens near city hall. The sculptor had done a beautiful job with it, carving a shooting star out of rosewood granite. The lights at the base made the glittering veins of ore dance and shine, and all around us, white roses bloomed. The air was filled with the scent that my sister had loved her whole life.

On the plaque, it read simply: To those we owe our lives. Godspeed, Brent and Mamie Archer.

Their birthdates were listed, each one cut short before they were old enough to drink. Which is why I thought Will brought the champagne in the first place.

At the base of the monument, gifts continued to pile up: teddy bears, toy footballs, crosses, Stars of David, candles…all of it given to my brother and sister from people they never knew. People who still didn’t have the full story on how they died, and never would. The funny thing—they might not know what happened, but people seemed to realize that there had been a sacrifice, and that they should respect it.

We’d agreed to the monument because we didn’t want anyone searching for their graves to turn them into shrine—which is mostly why they didn’t have a gravesite at all. Mom and I had decided to have them cremated, and after I was out of the hospital and mobile enough, we’d travelled into the mountains with Dad and scattered their ashes to the sky.

Now, as I stared at the memorial under the light of a thousand stars, I was glad we’d let them go that way.

A pop shattered the quiet. “Sorry,” Will muttered. Champagne dripped out of the bottle and down his hand to dampen the walkway.

Penn took the bottle from him. “It’s okay. We know you’re the bull in the china closet.” She smiled up at him. “Which is good, because I like breaking dishes.”

“It’s true,” Ella told me. “She actually talked me into smashing plates in her backyard while you two were deployed the last time. It really helps get rid of frustration. So we went to Target and bought some more.”

The thought of the two of them throwing ceramic plates at Penn’s back fence was suddenly hilarious and I started chuckling, then full on laughing. Pretty soon, all of us were, not even trying to be quiet. I doubled over, howling, because my sibs deserved to hear us laugh.

“Okay, okay, we need to be serious a minute,” Penn announced, handing out red plastic cups of champagne—classy. “What should we toast to?”

Will jerked his head toward the monument. “Butthead and Angel over there.”

I almost started laughing again, because those were perfect nicknames. “We need to toast you three, too. You graduated.”

“I know what to toast,” Ella said. She held up her glass and we did the same. “To friends both here and there. To loved ones near and far. And to the ones we miss the most.”

A moment passed, then Penn shot back her entire cup of champagne in one swallow. “To those we miss.” Then she burped. “Damn it. I was trying to be dignified.”

That set us off laughing again. While the girls picked a few roses—against city regulations, but who cared—to lay at the foot of the monument, I stared up at the stars. Will came to stand next to me.

“I feel like I hear her,” he said softly. “At night, when the stars are out. It’s like she’s singing to me.”

“Tink?” I asked, surprised, because she rarely separated her voice from the others anymore. “You hear Tink?”

“No.” He smiled. “I can hear Mamie.”

The breath caught in my chest, especially when a tiny whisper of five blended voices said deep in my mind, We can all hear her, William. We all can.

Short Story Update

Thanks, everyone, for all the great feedback and ideas. I’m going to start working on the new compilation soon (and I’ll send out a request for more ideas via the newsletter later today as well). There have been a lot of requests to see Ella’s point of view, as well as Mamie’s. Sounds like the women of Matt Archer need some time on the screen, huh? My hope is to start on the compilation late this year (after drafting the 3rd UNSTRUNG book) and have something out no later than mid-2016. Again, if there’s any POV/story/alternate scene you’re just dying to see, let me know and I’ll see what I can work in. I do think there will be at least one novella-length story included, as well as several shorter scenes.

I should have the bonus story out in a few weeks. Check back here to give it a read. : )

And–because I promised–I will also write at least two “adult”, more romantic,  stories focusing on Mike and Julie, and Erik and Dani. Those won’t go in the compilation because I want to keep it rated for teens, but once they’re written, I’ll post details on how to get a copy. Heh.

Thanks again for all your enthusiasm and support. If you haven’t yet, please sign up for the newsletter here, and over on so you can keep up to date with new releases and other news.

And now I return you to your winter deep freeze–except those of you in Florida. I saw you there, Orlando, with your 80 degree temps. ::sticks out tongue::

Vote for the Next Matt Archer Short Story


First, I’d like to say Happy Valentine’s Day to my favorite Monster Hunters!

Second, I’m sorry it’s been a while since I posted here. For those of you who’ve been hanging with me on, you’ll know I had a few health challenges in 2014, but I’m back and feeling much better now.

So, lately, I’ve had more projects on my plate than I can manage: the UNSTRUNG sequel, which will be out summer 2015, prepping UNSTRUNG for print (hoping sometime in March), and editing one manuscript and writing another for my publisher. And anybody who writes knows what happens when you have a ton of projects…

You want to write something else. : )

I’ve been thinking about Matt a lot lately. I’m still processing how I feel after the end of the series, and I’m not quite ready to tackle any huge projects, but I have been thinking about a short story/novella collection, and I need your input. Please, keep in mind this will be a late 2015-2016 project. That said, I do want to shake off the rust and write a Matt short story soon. So, if you have some thoughts, here are two questions I have for Matt’s fans:

1) If I were to write a short story now, would you want to read:

a) Ella/Will/Penn graduate from Greenhill Hill (post REDEMPTION)

b) Not-Will (end of LEGEND/beginning of BLOODLINES)

c) Erik Archer and the Nocturna Maura (BLOODLINES)

2) If I were to write a short story compilation, what characters/storylines would you want to see featured?


Leave your thoughts in the comments, and I’ll take a look. In the meantime, the MATT ARCHER: OMNIBUS is on sale everywhere but Amazon (including Google Play!), and will come back to Amazon in April. That had three original short stories in case you’re interested. Also, the UNSTRUNG series is coming along. Check out my Facebook page, or for more details about that series.


Happy Halloween!

Howdy y’all! 

I just wanted to stop by and say Happy Halloween! I’m already eyeing the candy. This day is going to be filled with Reese’s peanut butter cup wrappers and an hour on the elliptical, I can just feel it. : )

I hope everyone stays safe this evening–and beware of monsters!



Howdy, Monster Hunters!

If you are interested in something new and different, I have a new series starting (some of you may have heard about it : D ). To hear more, take a stroll over to my sister site and check out the post. UNSTRUNG will be discounted to $2.99 for the next few days, before going up to $3.99, so grab it while it’s on sale. Here’s a peek at the cover:

Also, I’m going to post more frequently from the Kendra C. Highley webiste. If you are subscribed to the newsletter over here, you might want to subscribe over there, as well, as that’s where I’ll post non-Matt publication news. You can also sign up to receive my blog posts there, too. That way you won’t miss anything.

Finally, I plan to have the odd short story or two over here in the next few months. Things are settling down a bit, and I’m itching to revisit Matt and his team and see what’s up. So be on the lookout. : )

Matt Archer Omnibus, Now Live (and a Free Book, Part Two)

As promised, now that the Matt Archer Series Omnibus is live on the big retailers, it’s time to revisit that giveaway announced earlier this week

“A free book,” you say. “How does that work?”

 Here’s the deal:

For anyone who reviews the Omnibus on Amazon, you’ll get an Advanced Reader Copy of UNSTRUNG, the first book in my new series. UNSTRUNG releases on October 17th,  so this offer is only good until October 3rd. ARC copies of UNSTRUNG will be delivered on October 4th.

Most of you have already read Monster Hunter, Blade’s Edge and Legend, and maybe have already reviewed them, too, so this should be an easy way to get a copy of UNSTRUNG for free! If you are a new reader and would like the Omnibus in exchange for a review, give me a shout at the email address below, and I’ll send it along. Once you complete the review (as long as it’s before October 3rd), I’ll send you a copy of UNSTRUNG, too!

To enter, review the Matt Archer: Omnibus on Amazon and email the link to kendra AT kendrachighley DOT com or submit it through my contact page.

But wait, there’s more! When you review the Omnibus, you get a copy of that as well!  And all just for the price of an honest review of the Omnibus!

(And don’t forget–three lucky participants will also win a copy of the Monster Hunter audio book from Audible!)

Just want to pick up a copy of the Omnibus? You can get it on Kobo,  Barnes & Noble, Apple, Smashwords and, of course, Amazon.

Oh! And one more thing…Monster Hunter is going permanently free soon. It’s free on many retailers now and I’m waiting for a price match at Amazon soon. So, if you have a friend you think will like the story, they can try it risk free!

Thanks and I appreciate the reviews!!

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