Goddess of Thunder: A Death Metal Fairytale – Leopard Moon Press, 2012
The rock’n'roll odyssey of an occult shop Cinderella ascending to the deafening heights of a blood-spitting thrash priestess. Winding through the 80′s and 90′s, this is a journey of pomegranate-laced rockstar underworlds, clans of diabolical notoriety, catty but hot metal guys, fairy gothmothers, backstage intrigues, magickal grotesqueries, fabulous outfits, mudfights, riots, love triangles, and insane riffs…and most definitely should be read at maximum volume.

short stories

“Menagerie” (M is for Makeup)C is for Chimera, from Poise and Pen Publishing, April 2016
A fierce go-getter steps inside Jolique, the frenetic makeup megastore that deals in glamorous transformations. Aiming to purchase a look that will help her conquer a tense investor dinner, she ends up in the chair of a chic alchemist, who is brilliant at bringing out faces her customers never knew they had. But even within the stunning discovery that blue eyeshadow actually looks good on her, business always takes top priority, and Jolique is a place where you should probably let that call go straight to voicemail.

“Fragile” (Y is for Yesterday)B is for Broken, from Poise and Pen Publishing, June 2015
Glittering antiques and gleaming motorcycles…vagabond worlds gentle and brutal, and slowly disappearing…a neoVictorian tends to her twinkling market table full of rescued porcelain and fading gilt, trying to keep vintage treasures safe from careless hands. But teatime may be over forever when a biker steps into her delicate world, looking for answers about a dazzling memorial of his own. Lace gives way to leather in this short piece of magical realism.

WallflowersDark Tales from Elder Regions: New York, from Myth Ink Books, November 2014
CBGB’s…the Yaffa Cafe…the Bowery Poetry Club…as the days pass, modern-day Manhattan loses yet another beloved institution and becomes more of a pricey glass graveyard. The ghosts of the Limelight, however, are ravenously curious about these elite new residents taking over the neighborhood.

Pedikill – Hellnotes “Horror in a Hundred”, September 2014
A flash piece about a salon called Vamps, who will leave your feet looking…delectable.

Necropolis By the Sea (W is for Water)A is for Apocalypse, from Poise and Pen Publishing, August 2014
- Included in the full rec list for Best Horror of the Year, Volume Seven!
It was an unlikely place to find true love: the loud, flashy, drunken world of the Jersey Shore. But Nicky and Kristen claimed it as a paradise of twinkling games and ocean cool…until a violent storm tore up the boardwalk and sent killing floods into summer homes. With no sign of his girlfriend and an evacuation closing in, Nicky sets out to find her in a night full of dangers.

“Lilah Wild’s W stor(y) touch(es) upon the lengths some people will go to save the ones they love…thoughtful.” – Hellnotes

Dancefloor Tragedy – Drops of Crimson, July 2009
To shake the hand of a shy, fashion-impaired peasant – goth-queen Ravina would rather die than defile herself with nightclub commoners. Too bad she’s wearing her lovely red boots tonight: stylish Achilles heels meant to inspire envy, but instead drag her off to a blistering lesson in common courtesy.

Infectious – Not One Of Us, June 2009
- Reprinted in Niteblade, May 2013
- And nominated for the Pushcart Prize!

Bordello? Or hospital? A visitor to Kue’s dingy boudoir may not be asking for mere fantasy play when he wants to be healed – especially not when the rest of the girls break out in gruesome, mind-eating diseases.

American Nightmare – Well Told Tales, May 2009
- Reprinted in Tales of World War Z, May 2013
- And in Spinetinglers, September 2015

Small-town misfit Trisha Bell is awakened from her grave by mysterious forces, and there are only two people in the whole world she needs to see: her also-undead greaser boyfriend Sammy, and her still-alive derbygirl best friend Soraya. Sammy joins Trisha in gleefully turning the tables on the small-minded locals, but Soraya is all alone in a town that took its post-9/11 terrorist hysteria out on her family. With gun-toting bullies aiming for her head, Trisha has to be sure her friend is strong enough to handle the panic – while craving a bite of her brains herself.

Let Them Bleed – Pseudopod, December 2008
They started out wanderers, leaving their hometown in search of adventure. Tragedy made four become three, and the boardwalk offers a sordid refuge for the desperate, a corrosive world of hopeless addictions and sadistic saviours lurking beneath the neon lights. The dream of a better life dances within reach, but the way out is a path of knives and needles. Escape promises deep scars – how much will they sacrifice when they run away, this time?

“Written with lurid immediacy, it takes hold with unremitting morbid fascination.” – The Fix

Sweetwater – Fantasy Magazine, July 2008
A small act of rescue opens the dark marshes of Atlantic City into the soothing cove of a tattooed mermaid, a badly needed place of healing after Shawna loses her mother in a car accident. One small price, though: the waters stay warm and welcoming as long as Shawna remains silent. When saving a stranger means losing a sanctuary, but keeping the people you love with you forever.

The Neon Coffin – The Paramental Appreciation Society, Red Snake Press, 2007
The lovechild of a diabolical priest and a North Beach gogo dancer runs away to the woods to seek her fortune – only to end up poisoned by love and trapped behind pornographic glass. This-San Francisco-in-the-80′s retelling of the Snow White story ended up spawning my first novel, a death metal fairytale.
“…a good, multilayered read, literate and involving.” — The Fix

Rozz Forever – Morbid Curiosity, issue #9, 2005
How I spent my 30th birthday – deciding I want to be cremated! A wander through a Hollywood cemetery in search of a deathrock icon’s resting place stirs up thoughts on alternate memorials, ostentation in death, and how to tell the future what your life was all about.

Working in Luck – Morbid Curiosity, issue #6, 2002
It’s better to light a candle than curse the darkness. True-life tales from one of the nation’s oldest occult shops, a Philadelphia pharmacy that opened in 1917 and went on to sell candles and herbs.