Book Signing at Barnes & Noble!

This is the biggest news I have ever shared! Barnes and Noble is hosting an event known as B-Fest! It’s a Teen Book Festival, from June 10-June 12. I will be taking part in the event at the Bay Plaza location, in the Bronx! I will be there Saturday, June 11th  at 3pm, signing copies of Valentine and Our Lady of Righteous Rage, both the original and Extended version. I hope to see all of you there!

Barnes and Noble–Bay Plaza

290 Baychester Ave

Bronx, NY 10475


The World Ending in Fortune’s Wing

Here’s some info on the upcoming Fortune’s Wing: Flies Again, the third and final installment of the series. I’ll try not to provide any spoilers!


The question in FW isn’t whether or not the world will end, the question is how. The next question is, will it be reborn, or left in the dust? This is what Fortune Oyama has to decide. As Adam reminds him as he sets off for his journey, “The world is ending”. Most readers are probably thinking, “Well, of course Fortune won’t let the world end! That would be crazy!” Of course, if it was that simple, then I wouldn’t have written the story. Fortune is going to have to make a very difficult decision, and surrounding factors are going to make that decision even more difficult. Think about the world for a moment: try to look at it from the point of view of someone who, oh, let’s say, ISN’T FROM EARTH. I know how crazy that sounds, but just try it. You arrive here, and while you do see some people living in peace and harmony, you also see racism, murder, destruction of the environment, etc. Do you see where I’m going? From the point of view of an outsider, this may not look like a world worth saving.

Here’s another way to look at it. Think of the city or town you live in. List all of its positive and negative traits. Now, imagine you have to sell someone on the idea of moving to your town, and you have to tell them all of the good things and the bad things. What if the bad things outweigh the good? What if the bad things, are really bad? Could you still convince someone to move there anyway?

This will be Fortune’s dilemma. Save the world, as crooked as it is, or destroy it? Keep it just the way it is, or change it? And change it into what? If you want to know what he decides to do, you’ll just have to stay tuned…

Sneak Peek at “Black Queen; Killing Machine”

I’m currently working on 3 manuscripts now, and I’d like to share a little sneak peek at the upcoming “Black Queen; Killing Machine”, another book in the “Valentine Apart” series, featuring Jo Fuentes, who I introduced in the third Valentine book. Enjoy!


Roger Plankman could feel the blood rushing to his head, as he dangled six flights up, over the side of the motel. Jo had a vice grip on his ankles, but every few seconds, she would lower him, then raise him again. He heard her groan, then he felt her tighten her grip even more. “He’s getting heavy, Kelly,” she whined.

            “I know, I know,” Kelly said. She put one foot up on the edge of the building, and leaned forward, with her hands resting upon her thigh. “What’s it going to be, Roger? Are you going to tell me what I want to know, or am I going to have to let Jo drop you?”

            “I don’t know anything!!” Roger insisted. “I swear!”

            Kelly rolled her eyes. “This is becoming very tiresome.”

            “Tell me about it,” Jo muttered.

            “So, you’re not going to cooperate?” Kelly asked.

            “I don’t know anything!” Roger declared.

            Kelly sighed heavily, stood up straight, and waved her hand. “Oh, just drop him,” she said.

            Jo shrugged, and release both of Roger’s ankles. He yelled as he plummeted towards the pavement below. He landed in a heap beside a dumpster. Jo leaned over the edge and looked down at him, and gasped. “Hey, look!” she said. “The fall didn’t kill him.”

            Kelly stood beside her and looked down at where Roger had fallen. She saw him move his head, and one of his hands tried to reach up, towards them. “Oh,” she said. She reached into her waist band, and pulled out her hand gun. Pointing it down at Roger, she fired a single shot, and struck the center of his chest. “Yes it did,” she said, flatly. “Let’s go.”