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

Mr. Kingfisher was even more imposing in person than he had been from a distance. He moved with a grace usually reserved for men half his size and looked like he could bench press a horse. His long black hair was tied behind his head in a ponytail, and his piercing blue eyes locked on to Shawn’s the moment Shawn and his father walked into the restaurant.

— Sundown Rising