Do you want to see a disaster? Deandre had different plans for her first date with Keith, and it didn't involve 'coon hunting. With one disaster after another, Deandre has to ask herself if a hot guy is worth all the trouble and blood shed.
"The smell of my peach boutique body lotion didn't mesh with stench of stale piss. I pulled the baggy coveralls over my shoulders and steamed…"
The shock and awe of everyday life. The strange and familiar. All of this comes alive in my fiction. I am a southern writer that wants to follow in the footsteps of modern southern writers like Ron Rash and Daniel Woodrell.