Be Very Quiet, I’m Hunting Vampires

The Damned and Path to Damnation were published in 2015, and A Taste So Bittersweet (The Damned told in Fiona’s POV) was released in 2016. Since then, I’ve tried writing Tuck 3 to no avail. If you look back through the blog, you can see where I thought Tuck was writing well and that I’d made headway, but nothing ever took for too long.

But, I’m happy to report that Tuck 3 is finally underway…for real, this time 🙂 After five or six false starts, I’ve finally found the story that Tuck wants told and I’m very excited about this one! I’m almost afraid to say too much about the book in fear of jinxing the momentum, but I will say that this story involves vampyr and strigoi, and that we meet new slayers. One of which is mentioned by Tuck in Path to Damnation. We also meet another one of Tuck’s brothers, and we get to see her in new locations.

For now, that’s all I’ll say. Once I’m further into the book I’ll give you little glimpses of the story. I’ve already made the book trailer for it, so there’s that to look forward to as well 🙂

And now, I bid you a happy Monday! I’m off to hunt vampires.

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Christmas Morning

Good morning, and Happy Christmas to those who celebrate! Happy Monday to those who do not 🙂 We have beautiful snow falling quietly down this morning, and it’s just so peaceful that it makes me feel peaceful as I watch it gently fall.

Confession: I have never been able to sleep on Christmas morning. I’ve always been up between 2am and 4am, even now as an adult…and without children 😀 I’m sure it annoyed the hell out of my mom and siblings growing up LOL But now it’s more about the feeling of the holiday season rather than “Come on, let’s see what Santa brought us!”

October through December have always been my favorite months, and not just because of the holidays. They’d still be my favorite months even if the holidays were taken out. And to help celebrate this wonderful time of year, I am going to be doing a giveaway!

DATES: December 25 through January 1st

HOW TO ENTER: Simply leave a comment on this post telling me what your favorite season is.

PRIZE PACK: an Isles and West hoodie (several colors to choose from), an October Weeks mug, an Isles and West keychain, an ebook copy of The Damned and Path to Damnation, and a $5 gift card to Amazon.

This is what the hoodie look like in Heather Gray:

Speaking of Isles and West…

Today through Friday, all three of the full-length books in the series will be on sale for $0.99! You can purchase your copies by clicking the image below.

Have a wonderful, peaceful, calm day ❤


Progress Report

Happy Saturday! I just realized that it’s been a bit since I gave a progress report on my writing. So, here we go:

Sera’s Book: going well! Probably another 20k before the rough draft is done. Getting close! And yes, it does have a title, but I’ll wait to announce that once the first round of revising is done 🙂

On Submission: the first book of a trilogy that is on submission is…well, I’m still waiting to hear 🙂 This is the nature of publishing and that’s okay. I’m very excited to share this series and hope to have news for you before the end of the year. I think you’re going to love the characters, and the mysteries I set upon them.

Other Stories: I finally nailed the perfect opening for Tuck 3, and that makes me so happy that happy isn’t an adequate enough word 🙂 Hopefully this will now make the book write faster and more smoothly. We get to meet new slayers and deepen the world as well as put poor Tuck through the ringer again…because that’s how I roll ❤

I’m also working on two other stories, but I don’t want to say too much right now. Once I’m deeper into those books I will talk about them more.

And that’s my progress report. I know it’s been a while since I released new material, but these things take time ❤ Good things are coming soon!

Series Saturday: Tuck Houston

Happy Saturday! For your reading pleasure, here is an excerpt from Path to Damnation~ Tuck Houston, book two 🙂

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copyright@October Weeks

Published by: Evernight Publishing


Tuck put the locket into the right front pocket of her jeans and checked the rest of the room over. Nothing of importance—to the hunt, that is—was found so she made her way back downstairs and into the kitchen. Looking around, she saw a door that led to the basement.

Please be careful, Ms. Houston. I ask this for my well-being. I cannot get to you in the daylight.”

She heard the sincerity in his voice as she looked for a light of some sort, and took it to heart.

Seeing an oil lamp on the kitchen counter with some matches, she walked over to it, not surprised in the least. Penelope was expecting her. She set her drink down on the counter, lit the lamp, and then opened the basement door. When she stepped onto the first step, the board creaked so loud she lifted her foot immediately.

“That’s not a good sign,” she said, and then blurred down the stairs. She stilled instantly at the sight before her, which glowed softly because of the oil lamp she was holding up. “Damn,” she whispered.

Two sets of chains were hanging from the ceiling with, upon further inspection, old, dried blood, which should not have been there. Tuck looked down when she felt the slight dip her feet were in. A very familiar sort of dip.

She inhaled deeply; a body was below the dirt. A woman.

My adoptive mother.”

The simple statement caught Tuck off guard. Penelope sounded so…lifeless, and that was not something she was used to, though she couldn’t blame the Damned one bit.

Turning her gaze to the right, she noted another sunken area by a rather large iron box; Penelope’s adoptive father, no doubt.

The box sent a shiver through her, and she wasn’t going to open it because she knew damn well what that box was for—humans could be just as terrible to each other as vampires could. She didn’t want to look, but walked over the iron-barred contraption and saw, to her astonishment, more bits of dried, almost gone, human flesh. She inhaled; a human female, and not the mother.

Tuck realized with a sickening twist in her stomach that the smell was Penelope’s human scent, which had a slight floral tint to it—tulips maybe.

She should not be able to scent that, or see it. What the hell?

Do not think on it, Ms. Houston. You won’t like the answer.”

The box had a place to bolt the arms and legs and was only big enough for maybe a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, a small one at that.

Fourteen,” Penelope stated, and again, her tone was lifeless. Flat.

Fucking eerie coming from Penelope.

Tuck took another step closer to it, setting the lamp on top of it then taking a look around the box. When she looked back up, she saw the lamp flame flicker on something against the wall. Closer inspection showed it was an intricate envelope with her name on it. She took it gently off the small hook and picked the lamp back up.

She was ready to leave.

Fantasy Friday: The Damned

Happy Friday! And welcome to another Fantasy Friday 🙂

I’m cheating a bit with this one, and spotlighting The Damned. I’m working hard on Tuck #3 as well as a slayer world book featuring different characters. There’s a giveaway at the end of the blog, so happy reading!



Eight years ago, slayer Tuck Houston lost two of her closest friends to a Damned vampire named Josef Dragos—a beast who traded the sun for darkness and blood. She’s been hunting him since the day she walked into the carnage he created. But Josef has hidden himself well in the underground, from both slayers and other vampires.

When slayers around the globe start disappearing in a familiar pattern—Josef’s pattern—she’s put on the hunt. And despite the painful memories and very real threat to her future that come with tracking him down, Tuck is certain of one thing: she is going to make Josef Dragos wish he’d never been born.


Tuck Houston casually strolled through the front doors of the ritzy hotel with a warm smile on her face, her hoodie and jeans soaked through from the rain. “Wasn’t expecting the downpour,” she said as she neared the front desk, cringing inside as her boots left a bit of mud on the expensive carpet.

The clerk chuckled as he regarded her. “I don’t think anyone was. Forecast didn’t say anything about rain.”

“Damn weathermen can’t be trusted.” She laughed as she made her way to the elevator and clicked the button.

“Apparently not!”

When the elevator doors opened a few moments later, she said, “Have a good night, and sorry about the mud.”

“You as well, and no need to apologize.”

When the doors opened again, she made her way to her quarry’s room, letting herself in with the key she’d obtained the day before. Digital keys were much harder to obtain than the old metal keys smaller hotels or motels used. She’d charmed the male clerk into giving her a key so she could surprise her “lover.”

The room was empty, of course. As he’d done the night before, her target was having a “drink” at the bar before retiring to his room, courtesy of some idiot human. Even the Damned couldn’t kill everyone they fed from—got suspicious after a while, to humans and slayers.

Walking across the high-end hardwood floors spread over the entire room, Tuck sat herself down on a chair, kicking her wet boots up on the edge of the bed and placing her pure silver knives on her thighs, which had been sheathed at her waist under her hooded sweatshirt. They weren’t her favorite weapons, but they were best for close contact.

She’d been tracking Samuel Bellows for a little over six weeks, from Boston to San Francisco—the city she was now in. He was responsible for the killing of seven little girls, drinking them dry of blood then abandoning their bodies in the woods. She could practically taste his death on her tongue.

But those girls were not the reason she was after him. His power had lingered at the scenes of several missing slayers. She planned on having a nice, bloody chat with him about that.

Footsteps jarred the quiet about twenty minutes later. Samuel’s footsteps. No human would have heard his steps, but she was more than human. Slayers had a predators’ hearing, and she clearly heard the delight in his gait, and he was humming a lively tune. He had a new target, he had human blood on his tongue, and—she smiled to herself—he had no idea what was in his room.

The key card slid in the lock, the door clicked, and into the darkness of the room came Samuel Bellows; five-foot-ten, a bit heavyset, and reeking of glee.

He was a dead man.

She held her position patiently as he turned on the lights. The look of surprise in his gray eyes when he saw her was so comical that she actually laughed. “Good evening, Samuel. The name’s Tuck Houston. But you can call me Ripper, if you’d like.”

Samuel’s eyes widened in shock as the name registered, as well as the fact that he couldn’t scent her, which was something that came from how her bloodline started. He hissed, clearly not liking surprises so close to sunrise. Especially surprises that were armed with silver knives.

That wasn’t uncommon for his breed of vampire, him not liking surprises so close to sunrise. He was one of the Damned—the dark breed of vampire, the ones who’d traded their immunity to the sun for their bloodlust and savage need.

He took her in, eyes roaming her calm and relaxed position. The hissing ceased. “No scent, so you are a child with blood of the strigoi and a human. You must love that perk,” he said sarcastically, obviously trying to ruffle whatever feathers he thought she may have.


His words died as one of her knives penetrated his throat so fast he didn’t even have time to blink, not able to read her movements through her calm. She walked over to him as he pulled it out, a smile forming on her lips as one of his hands covered the wound. It wouldn’t kill him. The bleeding would slow and stop within minutes, but she’d severed his vocal chords, which is why she’d aimed her knife where she had.

“You know that won’t do you any good, Sammie-boy. You’re a vampire, not a human,” she said, amused, then promptly smashed in his nose. He fell back into the flat-screen television, not breaking the screen nor rattling it from the wall.

She moved quickly to keep his retaliation at bay, catching him by the throat with one hand and preparing to hit him with the other.

His left foot kicked out. She let go of his throat and grabbed his foot, kicking the side of his right knee as she did so, hearing a bone break. The kick caused Samuel to turn and fall to his stomach. He grunted softly when he hit the floor, hard enough that any humans nearby would hear it but not be alarmed. The soundproofing was top-notch in the hotel.

As he lifted up on his right side, she grabbed his left arm and twisted it, hearing several bones break and crush. She took several steps back as he growled—though it was garbled by his wounded throat, which was now healing— holding the limp arm with his good one. He staggered to his feet then fell to the ground a split second later.

The silver was beginning to drain his strength, making his muscles weaken and his skin twitch. Even the black of his eyes began to flicker with gray. He was done for. But she had made certain to only strike him once with the silver blade so that the poison was just strong enough to weaken him, not kill him.

Tuck hauled him off the floor by his good arm, pushing him roughly into the desk chair. Though his energy was waning and he couldn’t draw hard on his power, she took her silver handcuffs out of the left back pocket of her jeans and cuffed him to each side of the chair. She then turned the chair toward the window, and once that was done, she walked over and opened the curtains.

“It’s been, what, sixty years since you’ve seen the sun rise?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “That’s a lot of innocent little girls raped, tortured, and sucked dry.” She pulled another small chair in front him and sat down in it. “You know, Samuel, I had to practically rumble with a team of slayers that were hunting you in order to be here right now. See, I’m not after you for the girls, like the other team was. I’m here because of missing slayers.”

Obscenities filled her mind as he raged at her the only way he could, through his vampire-gifted telepathy. Sliced vocal chords took time to heal.

She blocked the words out easily, letting it go in one ear and out the other.  “Those innocents deserve both justice and the right to rest peacefully knowing you’re dead, but I need answers, so I’m going to give you two choices. One, you tell me right now who you’re working for and why your power was at all the scenes of missing slayers, and I’ll kill you quickly. Or, two, you don’t speak and I torture you then let the sun do the job.”

He chuckled in her mind. “I’ll take the sun, slayer, but I wish I could be around to see what happens when you catch your kidnapper. The past is a terrible place to revisit.” He winked at her.

While his words set alarm bells off in her mind, Tuck showed no outward sign of acknowledging them, save how he’d chosen to die. A delighted smile spread on her lips as she replied, “Oh, I was sooo hoping you’d choose option two.” She stood and picked up one of her knives, then sat back down. “Now, where do I begin?” Tuck slowly moved the blade along the thigh of his broken leg. “How about here?” She sank the blade deep, slicing across to make a gaping wound.

Book Trailer:


In honor of the audiobook release, I’m going to give 5 COPIES of the audiobook, as well as 5 AUTOGRAPHED PRINT COPIES. All you have to do is comment on this blog telling me who you’re favorite vampire is. Or, you can CONTACT ME and let me know that you want to be entered.

Good luck!