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

Shawn awoke with a start. He’d been dreaming, and in the dream, he’d met Madame Ciara at the carnival alone and she’d kissed him. He’d kissed her back, and then they were undressing each other, and one thing led to another, and… He felt a wave of shame pass over him. What was wrong with him? Jenny was his everything. Why was he suddenly obsessed with this fortune teller he’d met exactly once?

— Sundown Rising