An Early Halloween Treat: Matt Archer Bloodlines Cover Reveal!

Greetings monster hunters! I hope you’re all well and in the Halloween spirit, because I have a treat for you. The cover of Matt Archer: Bloodlines (MA4):


Matt-Archer-Bloodlines-800 Cover reveal and Promotional


I don’t know about the rest of you, but I find this cover supremely creepy. AND I LOVE THAT! The compass is important (you’ll find out why very early in the book) and the backdrop is the desolation of the Australian Outback. As you can surmise from the title, this one focuses a lot on family…and gives (a few) answers about the Archers.  There are some seriously big revelations, too.

I’m in the midst of editing right now, getting the book ready to send to my editor, Cassandra, next week. After her pass, I’ll have one more cycle before it goes to my betas for the final read. Getting closer every day. Oh, and this one’s going to be a little longer than the others. Hope you don’t mind. : )

The cover reveal isn’t the only treat I have…below you’ll find a teaser of chapter one of Bloodlines. I left y’all–and Matt–hanging at the end of Legend, so this is a little peace offering to keep you going until Bloodlines’ release in early January. For those of you subscribed to my newsletter, I’ll be sending out all of Chapter One on Halloween proper, so if you haven’t signed up, do it today so you won’t miss out!

Without further ado…a sneak peek of Matt Archer: Bloodlines:


Chapter One


When I was fourteen, I picked up a knife and started a fight that was named mine long before I was born. When I was fifteen, I was forced into a war against creatures the rest of humankind should never know about—and they won’t if I have anything to do about it. When I was sixteen, I became a slave to my destiny, and the spirits who guided it.

Now I’m seventeen, and the fault, a man once said, is not in our stars, but in ourselves. Or in my case, my blood. Which is why I was chosen. And why I have to fight.

My name is Matt Archer. And I am my father’s son.


* * *


“I’ll kill you!  I’ll kill all of you and drink your blood!”

My best friend was in rare form this evening. Will had been ranting like that ever since he managed to spit out the bandana we’d gagged him with. No one felt like dealing with him, though, so we didn’t bother shoving the gag back in.

Still, I felt responsible for his well-being, even if Will was possessed by a demon and not his usual happy asshat self. I grabbed an MRE—a hamburger patty for the entree—and ducked inside the command tent, one of the few left standing after last night’s monster attack. The interior smelled like sweat, piss and…burned bacon?

“Gross, dude,” I told not-Will. “You smell like a prison latrine.”

Not-Will spit at me. His face was pale in the dim light, but his eyes glowed a brilliant jade green. “You’ll beg for mercy before the end.”

“That’s getting really old. Why don’t you give your voice a rest, okay?” I held up the MRE. “I’m guessing that even demons have to eat. You hungry?”

Not-Will shut up for a moment, but his muscles still strained against the towing cable keeping him tied to his cot. My best friend, at six-four and two-hundred-forty pounds, was pretty strong on his own. Add in a little dark magic, and he was like a tank with legs. It had taken three guys to tie him up, and the Humvee’s towing cable—one end still attached to the vehicle—had been the only thing hefty enough to keep not-Will chained.

“I would appreciate a meal,” he said in a formal, polite voice.

That wasn’t like the real Will, either.

“Okay. I’ll feed you and bring you some water, if only to keep your mouth full so you can’t scream at us for a while.”

I opened the MRE, discarding anything not-Will could use as a weapon if he got loose. Because his hands were tied behind his back, I had to feed him.

“Seriously, man, if you remember any of this after we exorcise you, you’ll never live it down,” I muttered as not-Will chomped up his food like a rabid dog.

“I’ll kill you soon, so none of that matters,” not-Will said, smiling and showing me bits of carrot in his teeth.

In any other situation, I’d have laughed. This evening, I had too much on mind to find any of this funny.

Badass Aunt Julie poked her head in the tent while I attempted to shovel applesauce into not-Will’s mouth. She wrinkled her nose at the stench. “Poor Will.”

“Hello, gorgeous.” Not-Will leered at my aunt, and his eyes roamed every part of her body. Even wearing desert print battle-dress uniform, Aunt Julie was gorgeous…and no one but my Uncle Mike had license to look at her that way. My fists clenched as he said, “Think I’ll keep you around a while after I’ve killed all the men. We could have a little fun.”

Aunt Julie gave not-Will a dangerous smile. The demon must not know who he was dealing with. “I’d like to see you try. I could kill you with a nail. Or a spoon.” Her smile faded into a scowl. “Or a tire-iron. I’m not picky.”

“Captain, did you need something?” I asked, not in the mood to break up a tent brawl. When in doubt, interrupt.

“Sorry,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “The major got worried so I came to check on you.”

I shrugged; Major Tannen—also known as my Uncle Mike and Aunt Julie’s husband—had reason to worry. Right now, it seemed like this day would never, ever end.

I’d gotten most of the food into not-Will’s mouth and I was ready to escape. “Will, if you’re in there, kick that demon’s ass, okay? See you later.”

We’d barely cleared the tent before he started screaming threats again. Every muscle in my back tensed up. “Tell the major I’ll be at the other end of camp.” I jabbed a thumb at the command tent. “I don’t think I can handle listening to that anymore.”

Aunt Julie patted my shoulder. “We’ll fix it. Agent Archer thinks his contact with the local Nocturna Maura coven can help displace Will’s demon.”

Agent Archer…maybe if I called him that—instead of Dad—this whole situation would be a little less weird.

I doubted it, though. “I need some air.”

I stalked to the far end of camp and settled down facing west. The sun was beginning to set, and I needed its warmth and protection for as long as it lasted. Night would bring horrors, and I had to be prepared to fight them.  

I reached into my left jacket pocket and pulled out the St. Christopher medal my girlfriend had given me more than a year ago. I turned it over and over in my hand.  I missed Ella like crazy, and the medal gave me hope that I’d live to see another dawn.

Dad came striding out of the HQ tent and headed my direction. He didn’t see Uncle Mike step out behind him, his right arm bound up in a sling. Not-Will had dislocated Uncle Mike’s shoulder in addition to breaking my nose last night. Mike watched Dad’s progress with narrowed eyes. I let out a long breath. As if I didn’t have enough to deal with; now I was caught in a tug of war between the guy who fathered me and the man who raised me. My life could easily be a three-ring circus for all the chaos and drama going on around me.

“Tink, think you could, I don’t know, teleport me somewhere?”

No answer.

“Crap, now I’m missing you and Ella. How’s that for irony?”

Still nothing. Yeah, Tink was well and truly gone. Our knife-spirits had been banished somehow. Not-Will had told us his mistress had sent them away. As angry as I’d been with Tink when we left on this mission, the absence of her presence in my head left an echoing emptiness. And despair, too. How could we complete this operation without the spirits’ help? I had to get her back somehow, if not for me, for Will. I’d seen Tink save someone else from a demon possession—maybe she’d be able to help Will, too.

If only I could find her.

Another Matt Archer 4 Teaser!

Greetings Monster Hunters!

First, I’m excited to announce that Matt Archer: Monster Hunter is FREE for a limited time on Amazon, Kobo, iTunes and SmashWords (still working on Nook…).

Now, on to the fun part…I’ve been working hard to finish the first draft of MA4 (I’m writing the epilogue now), so I thought I’d drop another teaser. Here’s a little scene between Matt and his girl. Enjoy!


Will’s BMW barely vibrated as we made our way through the bumpy, pothole-filled student parking lot. Phil, the security guard, gave a us a questioning look, but Will pointed at his current student parking ID. He shrugged and went back to his metal folding chair. For all he knew we had early release or had ditched a class only to come back.

We circled the lot until we found Ella’s car, then parked and walked back to it. Penn didn’t drive, so they usually rode together. I sat on Ella’s trunk, facing the school’s back exit. Will leaned against the passenger door. Neither of us said anything while we waited for final bell to ring.

Once it did, students rushed outside, eager to escape. A few people stopped to say hello when they saw us hanging around, but most just ran by with eyebrows raised, more interested in going home than figuring out where we’d been the last several weeks and why we were here now.

Finally a familiar redhead, keeping pace with a tiny brown-haired girl, exited the school. I slid off the trunk and Will stood up straighter. It took them a minute to realize a couple of strange guys were hanging out by Ella’s car and another twenty seconds for Penn to stop short. Ella did as well, frowning my direction.

Penn let out a squeal that could probably be heard in the International Space Station and started running. Will laughed and braced himself for impact. Good thing, because Penn launched herself a good three feet to land in his arms before wrapping her legs around his waist, not seeming to notice his cast.

“Giant Will!” She planted kisses all over his face. Then she pulled away and smacked him hard on the chest. For someone so little, her hands packed a punch and Will winced.

“Ow! Destroyer, what was that for?”

“For not telling me you were coming home. Or that you broke your arm, you poor guy.” She peeked at me over his shoulder. “Welcome back.”

Without another word, she dropped to the ground, took Will’s good hand and started dragging him in the direction of his Beemer.

I laughed, watching them go. Will had his hands full, no doubt. Penn Stoyer had earned her nickname; Destroyer was a force of nature in a teeny-tiny package. Never mind that Will was fourteen inches taller and more than twice as heavy as she was—Penn was master and commander of that relationship.

I turned to face Ella. She stood ten feet away, just watching me. She was smiling, but there was this almost hungry look in her eyes. I bet I had the same expression, because I devoured her with a glance, taking in the long legs clad in a short skirt, the hypnotic green eyes and her auburn hair in one long stare.

“God I missed you,” I whispered.

She took a few steps closer, like she wanted to delay touching me, to drag this out and make it even better when we finally came together. “I missed you, too.” She scrutinized my face. “Did you break your nose? It looks different.”

“Will broke it. But that’s a really long story and I don’t want to talk about all that yet.” Later…later I’d tell her everything. Right now, I just wanted to get my fill of looking at her.

Ella drifted closer still. “Looks like your ride bugged out.”

Will and Penn were already pulling out of the parking lot. Friday was Millicent’s day off, so they’d have Will’s mini-mansion to themselves since his parents were never home, which explained the hurry.

“I was kind of hoping this gorgeous girl I have a serious crush on would give me a ride.”

She chuckled. “I think Sami Weber is still inside somewhere.”

I groaned. “Seriously? I’m back from a six week op and you bring that up? You have a sick sense of humor, Ella Mitchell.”