Tomorrow When I Die – Teaser

Today commemorates 101 years since the Armenian Genocide. 1.5 million Armenians were tortured and killed in a silent genocide by the Ottoman Empire.

It’s a genocide that has yet to be officially recognized by the American and Turkish government. President Bill Clinton promised to bring this issue to the table during his campaign, yet failed to do so during his presidency.

1 year from today, Tomorrow When I Die will be released. A literary fiction story told by a 14 year old girl named Anahid. She tells her story from the grave. It’s a heart felt story that’s not only about the horrors of the genocide, but the love, sacrifice, loyalty, and friendship that is found in the darkest realms of terror and evil. A story about how an attempt at eradication ended up being a rise from the ashes.

Mark your calendars, spread the word and let’s count down together over the next 12 months for the world wide release of a story unlike any other. A story that needs to be shared.

It is my best work yet.



Death never comes easy. Sometimes it’s slow and the breath suffers. Sometimes it’s quick and it’s the heart that suffers. Not of the person who dies, but of the person who’s watching.


A pressed wing against the muddy ground and I can tell it’s broken. I don’t know what kind of bird it is, but I see many of them around. They are small and fly fast. The dark line of feathers from the beak to the inner corner of its tiny black eyes make it appear angry. ‘Looks like Mama when you eat too many of her Gatas’, my brother would say.


I stroke the bird’s soft feathers, like Baba would to my hair when I was sick. It would make me feel better. The tiny bird tries mercilessly to move its wing. An instinct, I wonder, to fly – even though it can barely breathe. I know death will come soon, but it doesn’t. It just suffers.


“You need to squash it,” Mama says and her voice startles me.




“It’s suffering.” She stands over me, blocking out the sun. I can only see her outline and her hands are on her hips.


“No, Mama!”


She clucks her tongue at me and I hope she goes away. I’ll hate her forever if she squashes the bird. I don’t know if it’s a threat.


“You want it to suffer?”


I shake my head and feel the tears start to come. “I don’t want it to die,” I whisper.


“Everything dies, Anahid.”


I shake my head again.


“I don’t want it to,” is all I can say.


The sun is warm on my shoulders again and I know Mama is gone. She’s right. But I don’t know what to do. “I can’t hurt you little bird.” The tiny bird struggles to breathe and its eyes are crusted with dirt and mud and foam forms around the edges of its beak. Death is ugly.


I find a small boulder and can barely lift it. It will definitely do. My eyes are filled with tears and I barely locate where the bird is through my blurry vision.


“Please die,” I whisper. “I don’t want to do it.”


It moves the broken wing again and looks worse than it did seconds before. I close my eyes as tight as I can and chant ‘I’m sorry’ over and over as I drop the boulder on the little bird.


Marionette by T.B. Markinson



Paige Alexander is seventeen and has her whole life in front of her. One day her girlfriend comes home to discover that Paige has slit her wrists. Paige isn’t insane, but she acts like she is. Why?

After the incident, Paige agrees to go to therapy to appease her girlfriend, Jess. However, Paige doesn’t believe that therapy will help her. She believes she’s beyond help. Paige doesn’t want to find herself and she doesn’t want to relive her painful past in order to come to terms with it. What Paige wants is control over her life, which she hasn’t had since her birth.

During her childhood, Paige is blamed for a family tragedy, when in fact, her twin sister, Abbie was responsible. Abbie doesn’t come forward and Paige becomes the pariah of the family.

To add to Paige’s woes, while attending a college in a small town in Colorado, the residents are in the midst of debating whether or not gays and lesbians should have equal rights. Tension is high and there’s a threat of violence. She isn’t out of the closet and pretends to be straight at school since she fears what will happen if her parents find out she’s a lesbian. Will she end up dead like her best friend, Alex?


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Masochists Teaser – Danny Ruiz

The bloody tear trailed down her sunken in skin and I just eyed her warily. She had that look about her – I remembered it from when I was a child and I knew then… I knew she was up to no good.

“Sara? What are you planning in that tiny little fucked up brain of yours?”

She giggled hysterically and wiped the single tear, smearing red across her cheek instead.

“You’re calling me fucked up big brother?”

Sara twirled her brown hair around her slender fingers and continued eyeing me hungrily. I took a reflexive step back without thinking. She tilted her head and watched me now like a hungry animal. I did it, I instinctively showed fear and now she was out for blood.

“You stupid little cunt!” I hissed through my clenched teeth and slouched over now – the animal instincts taking over. I still didn’t know what she was planning to do but I knew that look – I remembered it when she took our sisters doll at the age of seven and ripped the head off, burning it in the fireplace, as revenge for accidentally being tripped.

That was then.

She was seven years old and still held a conscience. Now? Now she was a raging animal with not a drop of conscience in her ignorant little brain.

“Doctor Ruiz. Paging Doctor Ruiz,” she said, continuing to giggle like a lunatic.

You didn’t need a conscience to know that this was a really fucked up situation. She ran the tip of her finger down her collarbone and her chest slowly. Was she seriously trying to tease me?

“What do you want Sara?”

She leaned back against the raven black granite countertop, letting her chest protrude out. I saw one of the humans from the corner of my eye hesitate as he wiped down the windows. It was a fraction of a second, but I noticed his hesitation. I would take care of him later. Right now, I couldn’t afford any distractions.

“Donny – get the fuck out,” I said calmly, without taking my eyes off Sara. It took only seconds for him to dash out of the room. Good boy

“I’m not asking again, Sara. What do you want?”

“I was going to see if you want to be partners, but you hurt my feelings.” Her bottom lip stuck out as she pouted and batted her eyelashes at me. The effect was startling over her deep blood red eyes.



Here’s my secret…

I went back and forth for the last few weeks whether I should share this or not with my readers or just let the book be completely anonymous. So, here’s my conclusion. I’m sharing this here on my blog and maybe once or twice on my page… and will go from there.

I have no main reason for keeping this writing completely separate from my other work than just mere curiosity to see how it does on its own.

If you can’t tell from the cover, it’s erotica. And if you’ve read any of my books then you already know that I don’t adhere to a writing a style. In fact, I tend to like to challenge myself and try different things. Not necessarily a good thing for my readers since I understand readers tend to stick to a certain style they like.

Either way, I guess this is just me challenging my readers as well.

The story. Moonlight follows the affair of Melanie King and Warren Brown. It’s based on real events. (I’ll leave it at that, except please know that both me and my husband have always been faithful to each other.) The story focuses primarily on the story line and the spicy, hot sex comes secondary to the story. So, if you’re looking for just non stop sexual content, this isn’t it. If you’re looking for a story that doesn’t hold back in any way, then this might be more your style.

Anyway – it’ll be broken into a 4 part series. Each book will be available (for now) as a kindle exclusive at .99 cents each. Once the series is complete, depending on its success, I’ll either publish it into a novel or not. We’ll see.

All together the 4 series will be a full length novel so in total you’ll have spent $3.96 on the whole book which is pretty typical for a kindle book. Some parts may be shorter while the other parts are longer. Regardless, it’ll be full-length by the end.

I’ll release each part about every 6 weeks, give or take — depending on my other writing obligations. It won’t go longer than 2 months though, this I promise to you. I’m not one of the writers that likes making my readers wait forever. Hey, I’m a reader too! I get it.

Okay, so here’s the cover – and it should be available on Amazon by the end of the week.

Hope you enjoy it 😉


Oh yeah – the name Lisa Sumil. I didn’t want people to accidentally start reading erotica when they’re expecting my typical horror or sci-fi book. That’d be pretty weird and like I said, wanted to keep this genre of my writing separate.

For some reason, random people always accidentally call me Lisa. (It’s Tina) So now you’re in on the inside joke. Sumil is just a combination of my maiden name and married name.

Happy Reading!