You love a good story.
Whether you're absorbed in a paperback novel, downloading the next good read on your Kindle, sitting in a dark theatre, or lounging on your couch in the glow of the small screen, you want to be immersed in a tale that takes you away. It's the desire to suspend disbelief in exchange for the promise of being entertained. That's where I come in.
I'm a wordsmith and a storyteller. It's my job--and pleasure--to bring you on that journey. I'm a long-distance writer (novels and screenplays) and a sprinter (movie taglines and copywriting).
I write in a variety of genres from spine-tingling supernatural suspense and mysterious thrillers to comedy, chick flicks and everything in between. Whether you're looking for goose bumps or a good belly laugh, I will keep you engaged, involved, amused. And for whatever amount of time I have your attention--an hour and a half in a movie theatre, a few minutes on the beach, or even seconds on a bus as you catch a glimpse of a pithy tagline on a movie poster--I will entertain you. The reason I am good at writing is simple.
I love a good story, too.
Reluctantly, Delilah Gray has returned to her childhood home—a ramshackle cottage where her compulsive, hoarding grandmother, Meema, raised her. Meema’s ghostly manifestations refuse to let Delilah clean the filthy house, or to stay there peacefully. And that’s just the beginning of Delilah’s problems.
Lonely, angry, and hiding a painful secret, she tries to find a place for herself in a town that she once discovered was “in-between”—a portal to the worlds of the supernatural. Upon her arrival, Delilah unwittingly gets caught in the middle of important business between The Keeper, whose job it is to keep souls on the physical plane, and The Sender who helps speed the dead on their afterlife journey.
When Delilah discovers that she is connected to Lily Defoe, a woman who leapt to her death many years ago, and to a man who refers to himself as The Gravedigger for Lost Souls, she realizes there is more to her homecoming than she anticipated. Who she is, and who she’s been, crosses the boundaries of life and death. Nothing—not the people she meets, not this very moment in time, not even the tragic death of her daughter—is what it appears to be. Not only does Delilah have her own “soul searching” to do, but she must work with some of Green Lake’s oddest characters to uncover the mysteries of several unsolved deaths that have never been forgotten.
While strange and supernatural occurrences threaten Delilah’s already fragile emotional state, she still has a crucial choice to make that will change everything. She comes to understand that there are some things that are worse than death. There is Otherwise—to be confined to a twilight state between the spiritual and the physical worlds.
OTHERWISE is a chilling tale about lonely spirits, protective forces, ?and departed loved ones who are never really gone—and a woman who, ?after wanting to die, finds a reason to live and to love again. ?Only to discover what it is to be Otherwise.
Magic comes in all forms.
Sixteen year-old Melody Blackstone is a witch. And in the Christian community of Welbourne, Kansas, she’s as welcome as The Devil.
When she meets newcomer Van Masterson—intelligent, charismatic, but an outcast like herself—she’s dangerously drawn to him, unaware of his dark past and what wickedness he’s planning.
Soon after his arrival, Melody struggles to understand why she sees little black imps, has visions of a graveyard interloper, and hears the whispers of someone else’s thoughts. A visit from her dead father leaves her with even more questions.
Spells, incantations, rituals and a group of lost souls raising hell, stir up the quiet town. And the outraged residents of Welbourne are quick to point the finger at the Witches of Blackstone Farm.
Even as Melody begins falling in love with Van, she’s forced to accept the critical role she plays in his objective—to become the Devil’s son, limitless in what his evil powers can do.
If it were possible, I’d never sleep again.
Everyone was talking about my dreams—even though I hadn’t told a single soul about them. Wherever I went, strangers were discussing my nocturnal visions. I wanted to chalk all of this up to coincidence, but then, only minutes after a chance encounter with a young woman I didn’t know, after she told me in perfect detail of the dream I’d had the night before, she was killed. And I knew I’d have to figure out what was happening to me.
My only hope was a woman who had a knack for falling dead asleep. With help from Claire, a narcoleptic, I would have to take a sleep-journey into the past and future affecting everyone’s life, including my own.
Some things to know about me—my name is Kevin Macy and I’m a partner in an ad agency in Boston, Massachusetts. I’m divorced, I smoke, and I’m an accomplished alcoholic. Not that it has anything to do with my story, but it’s part of who I am. And in the course of reading about these supernatural and bizarre events, those things will factor in.
Another important note—and this you will have a hard time swallowing, I’m sure—while on this strange journey of discovery, I died. And I mean that in the realest of ways—dead as a door nail—bought the farm—kicked the bucket. You get the picture. Of course being dead didn’t “stick,” otherwise I wouldn’t be able to tell you my curious tale.
DEAD ASLEEP rides the razor’s edge between dreaming and wakeful states, the past and the future, and the lines between life and death.