The bright sunlight streaming through her window contradicted her icy feet. Chelsea tugged on her blanket, but it stuck on something.
That something turned out to be a naked, muscle-y bit of man with dark hair and sharp cheek bones.
Things, they are a-changing. Also, a free story.
I don’t have any new writing updates, but I do have this short story…
It’s the first Monday of the month, and that means a new Chelsea Childling story. A human, non-magical, non-super powered, completely mundane person who hunts monsters? Are you in? The stories come out the first Monday of the month at noon PST and are absolutely free. Sometimes, you might get an ad for my webcomic or […]
Words That Burn Like Fire 