Note:  As this post contains book excerpts it’s a bit longer.

In honor of my Uncle Pat who died on St. Patrick’s day I am going to offer Shadow of the Gods and Redemption – Dragon Core stories featuring Mike Gilotti for whom my uncle was the inspiration – at a discount.

I’m knocking $3 off the price.

This offer will last through May 26.

His birthday.

Though the change order was put in yesterday, it may take a couple of days for it to take effect across all platforms.

Patrick MacKercher

While I offered a bit of detail about how my uncle positively impacted my life the impact he left on the world is far bigger.

As I understand it – many contributed personal stories on Facebook.

  • He worked with at-risk youths.
  • He understood we all have faults and never turned from his

Never apologized for them either.

  • He was a peacemaker who worked to help people repair broken relationships when possible

He was particularly proud of a father-daughter situation that crossed continents.  Why proud?  The dad died not long after. 

  • He had a sense of honor

A 20th century version of rock chivalry

  • He always sought to understand – even when it meant swallowing pride.

If he’d made a mistake with his assumptions.

While people usually trot out the good when eulagizing I can honestly say that Pat left a light in shadowy and sometimes dark places in the world

Mike Gilotti

To end this post I’m including a few fun passages from the two books.  

To provide a glimpse into one of my favorite supporting characters, Mike Gilotti

From Shadow of the Gods:

“And all this because of a bird,” he muttered.  He turned to the window.  “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” she asked, following him to the window.  Something was definitely out there.

“I thought I heard -.  Forget it.  I’m getting old.”

“Say it isn’t so,” she quipped.

“You have a smart mouth,” her father said, ruffling her short dark hair.

“Ah, the Gilotti genes run true,” she replied.  “You can rest easy at night, as Uncle Mike likes to say.”


Cayden was glowing.

“What the -?”

“Do not,” she repeated, “shoot him.”

“Mica,” he snapped his gaze fixed firmly on her love who was transforming, “in spite of how we’re portrayed in the media, cops are taught to use force as a last resort.”

“Yeah, well hold that thought,” she advised as she sidled past and grabbed the weapon off the table.


“What the fuck?!

Encircling him protectively, Mica made a face at her uncle.  “There’s no need to shout.”

“The fuck there isn’t!” he shouted.  “What the hell?”  He pointed.  “What is that?”

She moved an arm so he could see her love.  “That,” she responded condescendingly, “is a bird.  A raven, to be exact.  Isn’t he beautiful?”

“Where’d he go?”

“Cayden?” she asked.  “He’s right here.”

“Not funny, goddamn it.  Now where the hell is he?”

When the raven squawked, she set him on the fold out bed, watched as he began to glow.  

“He normally does it faster than this, but he wants you to see, which is quite the honor, you know.  He must like you.”

“I respect him,” Cayden acknowledged shaking out his black hair.


From Redemption:

“So, you were the one who supported him,” Mike said knowingly pointing at the new leader, “and Jude paid the price for it.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” Conrad interjected, “but yes, Jude paid the price for his loyalty.  For refusing to do as so many of his brethren did, turn to darkness.”

“Aw, now this is starting to sound a little too much like Jedi shit.”  He shook his head.  “God, what did I -?  Okay, okay.  Keep going.  God, I’m glad I don’t have to live in that kind of world.”


Rubbing his eyes, Mike backed up to let the West Coast raven shifter in.  “Something told me I’d be seeing you again,” he said then yawned.

Jake held up a paper bag.  “Would it help if I told you I come bearing gifts?”

“I don’t know,” he groused, stomping toward the kitchen.  “Something tells me you were there at the time.”

“Troy?  No.  I was – I did my purgatory elsewhere.”

“You gonna tell me about it?” he asked, yawning again and grabbing plates and forks.  


“Purgatory,” Mike said taking a bite of toast.  “Medieval France, right?  The Crusades?”

“You’ve been talking to Cayden,” Jake answered taking a drink of the apple juice he preferred.

“Hauled his ass into the station and put him under the lights.  Gave it to him good.”


“I’m too big for this.”

“You are not.  Never let the day come when my nieces are too big for me to help them feel safe.”

Resting her head on his shoulder, she let out a breath and smiled.  “But you don’t do this with Mica.”

He squeezed her gently.  “Mica would never sit still long enough.  From the time she could walk, the minute I’d get her into my lap she’d squirm out of it.  That one is far too prickly to allow for this.  You on the other hand,” he explained kissing her hair, “are like a raccoon.”

A laugh bubbled up.  “A raccoon?  They’re cute but they’re vicious.”

“As are you when someone threatens you or anyone you care about.  Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

She sighed.  “You’re worried about me.”

“I’m worried about you,” he repeated.  “Of course, I’m worried about you!  What were you – what was thinking?!”

“What you always think.  How can I help?”

The homicide detective sighed, stared out the window.  “Tell me this is going to work.”

“It’s going to work.  In fact,” she added pulling back to look up at him, “I can give you odds.”

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Bonus Excerpt: I am including an excerpt from each book that deals with the main characters. Enjoy!

Shadow of the Gods:

Cayden was tempted to bolt out of the closet, shift, and never come back.  Was it possible the girl mashing her mouth against his had never been properly kissed?  He was absolutely going to kill Jakob McLachlan, and at his earliest convenience.  He’d wait til the guy’s arm healed, fly out there and rebreak it.  What the fuck was that guy thinking turning him loose on an innocent?

“You don’t like it?”

Fuck.  “Um, no, it’s – I do.”  When she started to stand, he yanked, hard enough she went sprawling across his lap.  Maneuvering her so she was beneath him, he pressed his mouth to hers, waited.  When she started with the mashing business again, he pulled back.  “You don’t know how to kiss.”

“I -.”

“Would you like me to teach you?”

“Definitely,” she said breathlessly her fingers gently brushing his cheeks.

“Okay.”  He could safely say judging by the response she wasn’t afraid of him.  He spared a moment to consider it may have been better for him if she was.  “Do you want me to explain it first?”

“You mean like with diagrams and stuff?”


“Do you regret kissing me?”


“So, your fear is me.”


She smiled.  “Can I touch you?”


“Just – do you trust me?”

‘I don’t know.”

“Well, it’s not like I wrapped my legs around you.”


“I –.”  She blew out a breath.  “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.  This wasn’t what I meant when I told Jake – and I like you, Cayden.  I don’t want to hurt you.”

He could replay that phrase a thousand times and still not understand what the fuck she’d just said.  Even so, he rolled, sat up, waited.  Screw letting McLachlan heal.  He was just going to kill him for the sport of it.


Francesca glared at the Southwest raven shifter.  “I’m not a child for you to order around.”

“I’ll call your uncle.”

“And if you threaten me again, Stanton you’ll regret it.  Jake and Lug both taught me what I need to know about fighting shape shifters.”

“All you have to do is suffer and you’ve beat us.”

“Save it,” she snapped.  

Chris sighed.  “Okay, Jude.  The queen has spoken.  I won’t toss your ass out.”

“That’s only because you saw who’s sleeping on the windowsill.”

“True.  Good night you guys.  Francesca?  Thanks for letting me stay on the couch.  Jude?  Behave yourself or I’ll make you sorry you were -.”

“Get out of here Stanton before I -.”

“Enough!” Francesca shouted.  “Chris, go to bed.  Jude, you too.”  She waited til the Scathe was settled before waving at the raven watching from the ledge then crawling in beside him.

“I think I like the de factos.”

“Yeah?  Why’s that?”

“Because they’re soft.”

She smirked.  “That’s not it.  You’re just happy because they’ll keep you on your best behavior.”

“If you think for one second I don’t – that I wouldn’t -.”

She reached over, turned out the light.  “Wouldn’t what?”  

It was all she could do not to shriek as a cold hand slid beneath the waistband of the sweats.  He must have taken her silence as permission because he moved his hand lower slid a finger between her thighs as he rolled onto his side to face her.  Deciding she was perfectly happy with the way things were progressing, and blatantly ignoring the fact they had company, she turned her head, opened her mouth when he leaned close.

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