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

Corduroy let out a pitiful meow and she realized that she’d just been standing there beside the car letting the rain soak them both. She pressed the remote lock on her key ring and walked the rest of the way to Leesie’s door. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her nerves and rang the doorbell.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 28