Ex-military discipline, attorney brain, tattooed grease-monkey hands.
I rebuild muscle cars by day, draft legal firestorms by night, and accidentally write paranormal chaos when I'm supposed to be relaxing. If it howls, bites, or refuses to stay dead, I'm probably giving it dialogue.
Married to Ruby Redd-the walking furnace who makes my coffee nervous. She's the flame; I'm the controlled burn.
Genres? I don't date labels. But if you twist my arm (good luck), I'll pick "paranormal with sarcasm and engine oil."
Expect dry humor, undead disasters, and the occasional legal disclaimer. Buckle up-my Nova's idling and the headlights are already pointed at trouble.