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

“God, my head hurts,” mumbled Katy, pressing the palm of her hand hard against her eyes. She was lying on the ground and could smell something sweet in the air. Doughnuts? She rolled over on her stomach and forced her eyes open.

— Threads, Chapter 15