Silent Bites, a crime drama series, is set in New York City !!
Check out this one soon!!
The upcoming launch of my crime drama series is gonna change the way you think about red herrings… coffee meet-cutes, cartel bosses/jefes, weird brothels and so much more…. And also if you like sappy stuff like corny romance!
Here’s the link to my book!
Cover reveal :
Synopsis:
This started as a Vocal exclusive story but now it’s going to be a full-blown series (with a sequel The Loser in the works…) but as it stands, you must fall in love with these characters first!
Here is a small tidbit of the book with a poem written by an angry NY police officer who is smitten by a certain Columbian gentleman:
After the song ends, another one begins, and Dan imagines lying on a bed with the curly-haired man, holding him tight. The idea fills him with warmth—even though the thought of intimacy with anyone hurts him. Terrifies him, to be blunt. But it makes him feel hopeful to think that someone would stay in his life, maybe even the dark-eyed stranger at the café, and that maybe he is not as emotionally illiterate after all.
He writes a poem as the song lulls him into a dreamlike ambiance, the first one he ever creates. He scrawls it out in blue pen on a piece of lined paper.
It is for someone. The man with the curly dark brown hair and the deep brown eyes.
It begins:
I think you stepped into my thoughts,
You went into my brain like a surgeon, and overlapped
A memory into your own dream, making us feel each other’s fear.
I steep in your eyes like coffee, the richest color ever created
I steep and I long, drinking you in.
Then, of course, he slowly rips the piece of paper in half. And calls himself dramatic.
Check out my work today for JMS Books, Patheos and Eukalypto!!
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A Little Bit Of God
January 2026 I thought I’d spend the night in neon lights on grainy film but my brother is telling me how an eternity of hell is caused by prevalent peace, and who am I to disrupt such a thing? So I found myself in the same skin with the same sights, wondering whether or not I am one of those– do I feel peace? Do I expect more when it is gone? It being everything. We’re running out of time but the car is belching up something strange and we’ve got God in between our eyes nodding along to every apology and plea spoken for our friends and loved ones– they don’t know any better, they’ll come around eventually. He’s telling me about barbed wire guides around lives and ties and wives and lies and, look, the snow is starting to fall so I guess we better hang up soon. But it’s been too long. We’re building fields of skills and realms of distrust and these moments are only seen now, can no longer be read as words, only swept with eyes upon oil pastels or smudged charcoal. It’s a painting of an evening, like Daniel’s soles in Edgar Degas’ mind, but if anything is just it’s the lack of unrest in skin like His and lives like this– okay, so maybe five hours on the phone is a lot if you have a job and you’re trying to cook dinner, but only one of us falls into that gorge and only one of us believes in what lies beneath it. My brother tells me things that sit in my spirit like half an ounce of prospect and a squeeze of bourn, how he tells God to let me in: despite my sins, despite all the moons in between these calls, despite the burning in both of our throats. I do feel peace here. I also feel that my peace is a subpar window job, a pinky’s strength avoiding blizzards inside the bedsheets. I’d like to spend more nights like this, with contrasting disaster living between a speakerphone, and God finding some space in between.
By Olivia Dodge2 days ago in Poets
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Congratulations on your new series, Melissa!
The cover of your book is awesomeeee! I love it so much. So happy for you Merly 😍😍😍😍😍😍