I have a story in an amazing new anthology—House of Haunts! In 1823, Josiah Hale built his family a grand home in the sultry heat and blinding glare of the Deep South.It wasn’t long before the shadows crept in. Now, two hundred years later, this grand home […]
From Joe's writing

She’d texted Cassie just ten minutes ago, from her bedroom in her little apartment in Huffman Heights, and asked her if she might be up for a drink or three. Cassie had thought she was kidding, of course, but Emily swore that if she walked down to the Aurora, she would more than make it worth her while.

— A Pattern of Shadows, chapter 43