Have you ever gotten out of a relationship and wondered if the other person had been in the same relationship? Or if he had a completely different relationship with you than the one you thought he had? That was my premise when I started Kill By Numbers. At the end of The Dangerous Type, the first book in my space opera trilogy, Raena Zacari is free of the Imperial torturer who trained her. She’s left the woman she’s loved most in the galaxy and the man who spent decades believing he loved Raena more than anyone. She’s ready to start a new life on her own. Then the nightmares attack. They begin as if she’s reliving a memory, then spin off into new directions. Almost every dream ends with her ex-lover trying to save her – and every time, she doesn’t recognize him until after she’s killed him. So many...

Writers, by and large, are mildly crazy. We have voices in our heads. We see stories everywhere. We are affected by both. Case in point. After my shower, I was standing naked in the bathroom, combing out my hair. I heard a noise. I walked out of my bathroom to look down the stairs to see what I could see. Nothing but cats. Probably a cat making noise. Back in the bathroom, this conversation ensued. It lasted all of 10 seconds. Maybe. “You know, people in horror movies do stupid shit because they don’t know they’re in a horror movie. Like you just did… walking naked to the top of the stairs to investigate a strange noise.” “Not in a horror movie.” “Naked girls get killed first.” “Not a girl. Not nubile. Not in a horror movie. I have 4 cats. They make noise.” “The cat is always the ruse.”...