I’m excited to announce the release of the seventh book in the Vampire Innocent series!
Ordinary Problems of a College Vampire is live now on Kindle (paperback is going through the approval process and should be available to order within a day or two. (Maybe three if the ‘Zon is slow).
Sarah Wright faces many challenges typical to any college student: tons of work, second-guessing her major, and trying to find time between classes to drink blood.
She’s adjusted to her new vampiric self. It’s fun being immortal, despite a mostly nocturnal schedule cutting into her time for friends and family. Though, little about her reality is routine. Her little sister needs magical training so she doesn’t accidentally summon the pom-pom of destruction. Compared to that, a minor demon living in her brother’s room isn’t such a big deal… and her dad still insists on watching Eighties’ movies.
Oh, did I mention her sire is a bit on the dodgy side?
A major drawback to undeath is the tendency for problems to follow bloodlines. When Dalton steps in it—again—a gang of vampires from California think Sarah shares responsibility. She doesn’t want to be involved, but there’s one giant problem:
They aren’t bound to honor the elder’s decree that protects her family.
Zara wanted to do was pass her Spanish final and graduate high school, but
suddenly she’s waking up in an unknown hospital. The east coast is destroyed
and she’s one of the few survivors. The government has assigned her to Outpost
Eight, an abandoned Catskills resort converted into a fortress. Not only does
Zara have to come to terms with the loss of everything she’s ever known, but
the leader of Outpost Eight marries her to his son.
Cliff Andrews is too quiet and afraid of everything, especially his father.
There’s much more to the situation than he’s telling Zara. Nothing feels right
about Outpost Eight and Zara questions what really happened to Cliff’s first
Everyone else might be willing to blindly follow the leader’s laws, but not
Zara. She won’t stop until she knows the truth about Outpost Eight.
I can’t study with Metallica blaring downstairs. The windows vibrate with the booming bass. They might shatter, and shards will shred through me, while I sit here at my desk with my teeth clenched and my fist tight around this pen. Don’t get me wrong – I can appreciate some Metallica. If I’m having a bad day, there’s nothing better than enjoying heavy metal music while driving to Sylvan Beach.
When you have your Spanish final
coming up tomorrow morning, you don’t want to hear swear words ricocheting off
your walls, especially with your bedroom door shut. My head pounds; that music has been going for
the last hour and a half, ever since Mom and Dad went out.
Enough! I stand and throw my pen down, which doesn’t
help anything other than to make me more irritated when it rolls onto the
floor. I stomp into the hallway,
slamming my door behind me, and storm down the stairs.
Uncle Brad reclines on the couch
while playing some video game I don’t recognize. A girl with giant boobs and shorts so short
her fake butt-cheeks hang out runs at some kind of alien monster. She shoots him dead and then slashes through
with a sword that magically replaces the dual pistols in her hands. The sword vanishes and now she’s running down
a hallway with portholes – maybe she’s on a ship – and her hands are empty.
My uncle belches before stuffing
chips into his mouth and taking a sip of beer.
“You’re not supposed to drink beer,”
I yell over the music coming from Mom’s old CD player. Uncle Brad has it turned up as loud as it
will go. If I’m lucky, the neighbors
will call the police with a noise complaint.
Uncle Brad belches again, returning
to his video game. I glance into the
kitchen, but he has yet to put the vegetable lasagna into the oven. When Mom and Dad went to the work party, Dad
handed Uncle Brad the instructions. He
said: “Make sure to put this in an hour before you want to eat.”
It would have been great to eat at
six, but whatever. Studying came before
food. Okay, it shouldn’t, because I need
the energy, but I’m supposed to give Uncle Brad responsibility. I’m not supposed to do things for him.
“Did you put the food in yet?” I ask.
Uncle Brad nods his head in time
with the tune of a new song.
“Hey!” I walk in front of him, blocking the
television screen. “Did you start the
“Move!” He hits a key on the game controller and
glares at me. He must have paused the
game. “What’s your problem, Zara?”
Oh, I’ve got a lot of problems, and
they all started with Uncle Brad getting released from rehab. Again.
This was his third release since he started doing meth at age fifteen.
I could start by rattling off the
list of things he lacks: a job, a car, a home.
This house that Mom and Dad pay for with their nine-to-five jobs is not
his home. It’s mine, and I need to study
for the class that has given me the most trouble this year.
Other seniors took easy classes so
they could fly through and ride off on golden horses to college. I had to take French for grades ninth through
eleventh, and then decide to be super proactive for grade twelve. I had to sign up for Spanish 1 and 2 to look
better on my applications.
“Dude,” he says, “move.”
You move. Go get a job.
You’ve been out for a month now and you just rot on our couch.
I try to smile. I’m supposed to smile to make Uncle Brad feel
comfortable. I don’t have to feel
comfortable, but hey, I don’t matter because I’ve never touched illegal
drugs. “I was wondering if you put the
lasagna in the oven yet. It takes an
hour to cook.”
“I already ate.” He extends his foot to push me aside.
“You ate chips and drank beer.” I hope my voice sounds pleasant enough. I’m not supposed to sound accusatory.
So many rules, and Uncle Brad
doesn’t have to do much, other than sit there and behave. Beer is off limits, according to Mom, and he
He must know my train of thought
because he sneers, “You’re not gonna tell on me, are you, Zara?”
“No.” Tattling won’t get anything
accomplished. Mom will sigh and invite
Uncle Brad to attend church with us. Dad
will break into one of his lectures and Uncle Brad will zone out. Dad’s fourteen years older than Uncle Brad;
he treats him like a son instead of a brother.
Uncle Brad’s pointed it out so many times in the past.
not Papa. Don’t treat me like a kid!”
That just triggers yet another
lecture. Dad can lecture for hours.
“Can you turn the music down?” I ask.
“I can’t study with it so loud.”
He bares his teeth. “Once the CD finishes, sure.”
“You have it on repeat.” I hook my finger at the player he’s stuck on
the floor. How he found it in the cellar
is anyone’s guess. I haven’t seen the
thing in years.
He found it just to terrorize me.
He brays out this horrible laugh
that grates on my nerves. If it wasn’t
Mom’s, I’d throw the player in the trash out by the curb.
“I need to study. I can’t with it being so loud in here.”
“What you got to study for? Didn’t college end already?”
“I’m in high school.”
Uncle Brad narrows his eyes at me.
“Grant’s in college.”
Uncle Brad takes another swing of
“Grant’s my brother,” I supply, in
case Uncle Brad’s too drunk to realize he has a niece and a nephew. I glance around the room for a pile of empty
bottles, but this seems to be his first of the night. If he cares, he’ll toss it outside before Mom
and Dad get home. If he doesn’t, I’ll
have to endure a screaming match.
“Nah, you’re in college.”
“You think a college girl would wear
this?” I point at my worn-out Hello
Kitty hoodie. My best friend would laugh
and point to her Sanrio socks, but Uncle Brad just blinks at me. He swears.
He drinks more beer.
I draw a deep breath, steeling my
nerves. “You need to put the lasagna in
the oven so we can eat.” Uncle Brad
needs to take responsibility. I’m not
helping anyone except myself if I do it for him.
“Nah, I’m good.” He presses the pause button and the game
starts back up.
“Uncle Brad—” Ugh, whatever. He’s not going to keep me from acing this
final, my final final. He isn’t breaking my GPA.
I storm into the kitchen, then creep
into the cellar. The bare bulbs buzz in
the ceiling. I open the door to the
circuit breaker, find the right switch, and flip it off.
The music cuts off mid-word. Uncle Brad hollers out a swear. The video game isn’t playing either, so that
must have gone off too. I hurry back
upstairs and slide into a stool at the island just as he barrels into the room.
“What did you do to the power?”
I blink at him. “What are you talking about?” I point to the hanging lights in the kitchen,
all of them bright and alive.
“What did you freaking do?” he
I gulp, and my heart starts to pound
a little bit faster. No one has ever
called Uncle Brad dangerous, but there’s something in his face that makes the
saliva dry in my mouth. His eyes have
got this wild look. It reminds me of the
feral cat that slinks around the house sometimes.
“You are a bitch,” he growls.
Me, the girl trying to study, the
girl who has never complained aloud about him living with us.
“Maybe check the basement? Maybe the circuit breaker flipped.” My voice squeaks and I cough before the
sudden fear chokes me.
He calls me a swear word that makes
my cheeks hot and my mouth drop.
Uncle Brad slams the door open and
curses when he flips the light switch on.
He can’t know I did it. Should I
run upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom before he returns?
He won’t hurt me. He’s my uncle.
I’ll make dinner. He’ll eat the lasagna even if he doesn’t want
it now. All will be well as we chow down
on Dad’s specialty. Maybe we’ll watch Saturday Night Live and I’ll make us
some popcorn for dessert. Mom and Dad
will come home to find us laughing like bosom buds.
A bang sounds in my ears. Lights flash through the kitchen’s French
doors and I cringe, blinking. Another
huge bang. Uncle Brad shouts, the words
indistinct, and I sail backwards. I hit
the floor. Pain is in my head and
About the Author
Jordan Elizabeth is a
young adult author rom Central New York. The history of the Catskills has
always fascinated her. BUNKER BOY is her twentieth book.
Axillon99, a LitRPG sci fi, is free on Kindle for a few days!
In a near-future dystopian society where Amazon and Disney own everything, Dakota Marx knows what she wants: as much time as possible to lose herself in the virtual online world of her favorite game. However, when her crew stumbles upon information the programmers wanted to keep hidden, it’s no longer just their avatars being shot at.
I’m thrilled to announce the book release of my foray into the superhero genre with My Dad is a Mad Scientist! – Available now on Amazon.
Saving the world isn’t easy. It’s even harder when you’re only nine.
Kelly Donovan used to be a nobody. Well, a smart nobody. Skipping ahead a year in school made her the smallest kid in fifth grade and a target for bullies in search of an easy mark. She tried to follow her father’s advice and ignore them, but it didn’t do any good. Escaping into her favorite comic books at least helped her through the day. Who needs friends anyway?
Sometimes, dreams find a way to come true, even if nobody asked them to.
Aliens bombard the Earth with gigantic glowing red crystals to restore its failing magnetic field. Soon after the seemingly benevolent invasion, Kelly discovers her wildest, happiest fantasy come to life: she has superpowers, along with roughly two percent of the population. Her strong good nature leads her to adopt the heroic persona of Übergirl. However, she has one major problem…
Her dad’s turning into a mad scientist.
It’s difficult to be a hero, especially when your father’s a bad guy.
With the release of the third book in the series, I’ve put Evergreen #1 on sale for .99 over the next few days!
Seventeen-year-old Harper Cody hesitates for a second, and her parents die. With nothing but the clothes on her back and Dad’s shotgun, she’s the only thing standing between her little sister and the dangers of a post-nuclear Colorado.
I’m thrilled to announce the kindle release of Evergreen Book 3 – The Lucky Ones!
Eight months ago, the skies burned.
Harper Cody’s life in the town of Evergreen is far from the comfortable suburban existence she enjoyed growing up. The urge to survive hardens all, even the sweetest girl in her class. Safety is difficult to find, but she makes her own with Dad’s shotgun.
The approach of her eighteenth birthday rips open the emotional scab she’d built over her most painful memories. She mourns the ashes of a future that can no longer be, believing the world no longer has any place for happiness. Despite her sorrow, she remains determined to protect her little sister and two adopted siblings.
Nuclear autumn threatens the crops, lake fish carry the threat of radiation, and the town’s canned goods are nearly gone. Food is scarce, but the people of Evergreen just might make it if luck is with them. Unfortunately, they aren’t the only ones willing to kill for survival, and a large, verdant farm makes for a tempting target.
School may be a thing of the past for Harper, but she’s learning that the hardest part of nuclear war is surviving it.
Release Party! – Please join me on Facebook tomorrow for an online release party. (If you’re not sure how that works, it’s entirely in the comments/discussion page of the event.) We’ll have games, contests, and giveaways 🙂