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The Haunted Onsen – Now Available

Hello guys! I’m so happy to tell you that my latest book The Haunted Onsen is now available on Amazon.

This book has a lot of action, a lot of new supernaturals, and a lot of heat.

I had a blast writing this book and filling it with action. Feedback from my editor on the first novel indicated I spent a bit too much time world-building, so this book conveys the backstory through dialog and actions.

I added a lot of new supernaturals, pulling from Japanese folklore, Thai tales, and western fantasy. Scott romances the dragon of Lake Ashi; dances with a Nang Tani tree spirit in Bangkok; fights a female Yaksha in Chiang Rai; and treks with Tar–Ooops! Can’t use that word. Ahem, jousts with the Jungle Lord.

Speaking of heat, of course, the magician manages to dally with some more supernaturals. It’s in his super-nature, after all. And Kitty-Sue can’t get jealous, can she? No, but she can turn the tables on Scott when she shape-shifts into a different form. You see, this other form has different appetites than Kitty-Sue.

So this time, to make the book more accessible, I have made both it and the first novel in the series, Mages In Manhattan, available to Kindle Unlimited users.  So take a look at the ‘Look Inside’ and see if this book titillates your taste for Tokyo. If you get the book, I urge you to leave a review.

As a bonus for my website visitors, here is one of my favorite scenes from the book.  Scott, Kitty-Sue, Princess, and Akiko are chasing clues to the ghost Samurai’s missing armor. The search leads them to Bangkok, where they receive a mysterious invitation, more of a command, to show up at this seedy Bangkok bar.




Four p.m. came and went with no appearance by our message sender. I was getting increasingly nervous. I fingered the pocket that held the letter from the man who had issued the invitation.

Seeing my nervousness, Kitty-Sue said, “Looks like our host is a no-show.”

“So, you’re suggesting we continue the mission without talking with this magician?” I said.

“Hell, no!” she said. “I think we should hunt him down and teach him a lesson. We can’t afford to have enemies on our backtrail.”

“Hunt him down,” I said. “How could we do that?”

“From the scent on that letter,” she said, “I could track him down.”

“Then, where is he?” I asked.

“His scent is all over this bar,” she said. “He must be a regular.”

All this talk about hunting and tracking brought back a memory. Taking out the envelope, I examined the handwriting. Who did I know that wrote in eighteenth-century script? “I’m beginning to think the note was from a colleague of mine,” I said, putting the envelope away.

“Colleague? Another knight?” guessed Akiko. Kitty-Sue’s eyes brightened at the question. Her attraction to royals was a sore point. I didn’t know if she was truly excited about royals, or if it was an act to tease me, but any mention of the royal family piqued her interest.

“A bit higher up than a knight,” I muttered.

“Really!” said Akiko.

“How much higher?” asked Kitty-Sue. There was even a thrum of interest from Princess. Was my entire team turning into royal groupies?

“He’s a viscount—” I was interrupted as Euterpe weighed in and the sound system changed songs to the old Gene Chandler classic, “Duke of Earl.” The dancers looked confused at this change in the playlist.

“So, what do you call your friend?” asked Akiko.

“He’s not a friend,” I said. “As a matter of fact, he’s promised to kill me on sight.”

Kitty-Sue looked at me through narrowed eyes. “What did you do to piss him off?” As if I had to be the problem.

“I saved his wife’s life after a mugging,” I said. The old song finished and a new oldie started, the theme song to an old cartoon about George of the Jungle. The bartender was pushing buttons on the sound system frantically.

“Why does he hate you for that?” asked Akiko.

“Remember how intimate healing is? How I had to touch Monica in Las Vegas to cure her? How much she enjoyed the process?” Akiko nodded and Kitty-Sue’s face soured. I continued, “In those days, my control wasn’t as good. I needed to get even closer to work.”

“By closer, you mean…” asked Kitty-Sue.

“It was the only way I knew how to do the spells,” I said. Taking a large gulp from my drink, I continued, “He’s never forgiven me. But I couldn’t let her die, as long as it was within my power to save her.”

She called your name in her dreams for months,” whispered the voice of the most dangerous man I had ever met. The cold chill of a steel blade touched my throat. I froze in place, then raised my hands slowly, fingers spread to show I wasn’t about to cast a spell. A subsonic thrum came from my magic sword disguised as an umbrella, and my palm tingled; I knew that Princess could flash to my hand in an instant. I also knew that my assailant didn’t need more than an instant to decapitate me. At the upward pressure of his blade, I slowly got to my feet.

He was so close I could see his profile out of the corner of my eye.

I glared at Kitty-Sue, my hyper-vigilant bodyguard, who had somehow missed the killer creeping up on our table. She mouthed a silent, “Sorry,” before turning her attention to my assailant. Blades of crystal were suddenly in her hands, and she said in a calm voice, “If you hurt my boss, you’ll never make it to the door.”

I noticed he kept me between him and Kitty-Sue, one predator acknowledging the danger posed by another. Even with my better-than-human hearing, I could detect no sounds from him. When stalking, he was as quiet as Akiko.

The tension was broken by Akiko. She slurped the last of her iced coffee, then waved a hand in the air like a student in class. As my attacker’s eyes flicked to her, she said, “I’m glad you can see me. So, what’s a viscount? Should I call you duke or earl?”

I finally heard him as he took a deep breath. “Neither. The correct form of address is ‘lord.’” The pressure of the knife blade eased a tiny amount.

“Lord what?” asked Akiko, leaning forward in interest.

“Lord Greys—” he started, then corrected himself. “Lord John. John Clayton.” His proper British accent had faded over the years; only the slightest trace remained.

“Well, Lord John,” said Akiko, “would you mind removing that knife from my teacher’s throat? I still have lots of lessons to do.” Tiny wisps of lightning gathered around her form, and her hair started to rise as she gathered power.

I like to think it was the sight of my allies—the inhuman kitsune killer; the ghost mage of unknowable power; the strangely thrumming Princess—that stayed his hand. But John had never let fear dissuade him.

Perhaps it was the genuine regret that he had heard in my voice about the incident with his wife.

The blade’s pressure eased, and he said, “Of course. I would hate to interfere with a lady’s education.”



Lord, I love writing these books! I hope you will enjoy reading them. For more of The Haunted Onsen, get it here.

So far, I have published two 100K novels in the Tokyo Supernatural universe, as well as four short stories. And I still have dozens of stories to tell. I have the third book plotted out, as well as a few rough draft chapters. That book will probably be ready in February.


Here’s a Sneak Peek at Mages in Manhattan!

What’s up, guys! I’m almost finished with the next book in The Ghost in Roppongi Station series. Lucky you, I’ll let you read a few lines from my new book which will be available two weeks from now on Amazon.

Kitty-Sue’s tail popped erect and she turned her sharp pointed nose towards the window. A second later, I smelled ozone and the faint scent of Akiko’s perfume while feeling the “tug” on our psychic connection. Interesting that Kitty-Sue could sense Akiko even before me.

Akiko popped in on us, appearing at the other side of the table. She was wearing her “student” costume; a mini-skirt in a plaid pattern, a white blouse that was button-popping tight across her breasts, with a red ladies tie wrapped around her neck matching the ribbon that held her long hair back, topped off by a black blazer with an insignia on her breast. Today, her insignia said “Hogwarts.” Poor girl was starting to assimilate my sense of humor. Sometimes I thought that she changed her insignia just so I had a chance to stare at her breasts.

“Hello, Akiko-chan,” I said, “Welcome back. How was your visit with your family?”

It was still a sore point with her that she was prohibited from contacting her family. She could only watch over them and protect them from supernatural threats.

“They are well,” she replied, “I had to chase away a Mononoke that was pestering my parents. They aren’t dangerous, but very annoying.”

Kitty-Sue placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of me, ignoring Akiko. There was still some friction there. I duplicated the cup to the ghostly plane and offered it to Akiko. She sat at the remaining chair; only the ever-so-slight bobbing up and down motion indicated she wasn’t really sitting on the chair.

“You realize,” I said, “the more you hang around your family, the more strange things will happen, right?”

At her first sip of spectral coffee, Akiko’s form solidified, becoming more distinct. “Scott-Sensei, what means ‘hang around’?”

“It means to spend time with someone or something,” I replied. “The point is, you have become a locus for supernatural forces, which naturally leads to a strange attractor phenomenon. Wait, I can make a chart that explains…”

I was interrupted by Kitty-Sue, “You’re a magnet for weird things now. They come to you cause you’re weird, too.”

“I’m NOT weird,” said Akiko through gritted teeth. The Ghost Mage of Roppongi’s eyes blazed behind her glasses, as tendrils of magical energy rose from her form and her hair lifted like she was sitting on a Van de Graaff generator.

Looking at me, Kitty-Sue said, “That’s pretty weird, right?” followed by her devilish smile.

At my reproachful look and mental tug on her collar, Kitty-Sue temporized, “No, sorry! You’re not weird. It’s that ring that you have. It’s an Artifact of Power. Very rare, very powerful! No one can make those anymore. That’s why weird things are attracted to you.”

Akiko’s hair settled into place, her eyes cleared, and the magical tendrils dissipated as she regained her composure.

“No one can make…, But Scott-Sensei…” she started before she felt my thoughts through our psychic link. She knew I had made the ring years before our first meeting, when I gifted it to her.

“Yes,” said Kitty-Sue, “He gave a silly ghost girl one of the rarest magical Artifacts in the world.”

I don’t lie, but letting others make incorrect assumptions wasn’t the same. Let Kitty-Sue think that the art of creating perpetually spelled objects was lost.

“And he gave a trickster Kitsune one almost as potent,” responded Akiko, pointing at the diamond studded collar that Kitty-Sue wore.

“Well,” I said, “I really consider those as loans…” abruptly stopping as both females turned to glare at me. Oops, never try to take back something from a girl.

Welcome to the Tokyo Supernatural World


This site is dedicated to the supernatural world that exists beside modern Tokyo. It’s the most modern city in the world, but occasionally the magical will peek out and be seen by those observant enough.

Here you will find stories about:

  • A magician who breaks a curse holding a ghost on Earth, not knowing the consequences
  • A magician in a love triangle with a ghost and a kitsune
  • A fierce battle between a human magician and a spider-goddess
  • Yakuza gangsters with magical tattoos shaking down bars for tribute in Tokyo’s Red Light District
  • A child born of magic and her dragon godmother
  • A battle with a Samurai ghost, seeking vengeance for wrongs committed hundreds of years ago
  • Various Japanese deities who enjoy spending time at the bar
  • A female werewolf from the US who finds more than she expected in Tokyo
  • And magical swords, no urban fantasy would be complete without magical swords

All of that and more. We’re going to have fun!