Two new books released this February!

Hello everyone!

I try to update this blog as I come out with new releases/other interesting things to talk about, but I’ve been slacking off in that department. Because of that, I have not one book to announce, but two!

The first is the omnibus for The Kaldr Chronicles.

The Kaldr Chronicles

The Kaldr Chronicles

The Complete Omnibus

My life sucks. Literally. I live in a run-down apartment, am poor as could possibly be, and I also recently got kicked out of college due to false claims of plagiarism. Things seem to be going nowhere but downhill—that is, until I meet Guy Winters. He’s hot. Charming. Great in bed. He’s everything I could want in a man. 

There’s only one problem: 

Guy’s past is shrouded in mystery. Though his touch renders me breathless, his body is always cold, and every time we have sex I’m drained—and not in the usual way. 

It takes a break-in, and a murder in self-defense, to realize the truth: 

Guy is more than he appears to be. And now, I’m on the run for my life. 

Purchase (or read on Kindle Unlimited) on Amazon now by clicking or tapping here

The second book is the next installment in the Adventures of Carmen Delarosa series, The King’s Watch.

The King's Watch (The Adventures of Carmen Delarosa, #2)

The King’s Watch

Book 2 in The Adventures of Carmen Delarosa

After successfully hunting and slaying the Drake of Ehknac, Carmen returns home to the fanfare of thousands. Declared a hero by the mayor of Ehknac, word of her exploits quickly spreads, but it isn’t until a letter arrives from the king that Carmen realizes the extent of her fame. In this correspondence, he offers her the chance to join the King’s Watch: an elite organization of soldiers that not only protects him, but also his lands. The offer, while tempting, seems too good to be true; and not only will she have to journey to the capital of Dorenborough to audition, but survive on the way there.

Purchase The King’s Watch now by clicking or tapping here!

The Ultimate List of Books by My Friends

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HIS WORDS OF WRATH is now available

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to let you all know that my newest Kaldr Chronicles novel, His Words of Wrath, is now available for purchase on!

His Words of Wrath (Kaldr Chronicles, #3)

His Words of Wrath

Book 3 in the Kaldr Chronicles

Jason DePella has done what was previously thought impossible. By killing the leader of the Hill Country Howlers, he has potentially enabled two clans who have been at war for generations to unite under the same banner. Unfortunately, his new rule is not met without suspicion. As Howlers clash over the fact that a Kaldr now commands their pack, the Central Texas Sanguine are preparing an attack of their own—one that will ultimately shift the dynamics of the supernatural underworld.

You can purchase His Words of Wrath or read it for free on Kindle Unlimited by clicking on the image below:

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REBEL, book 4 in the Brotherhood Saga, now available!

Hello everyone!

I wanted to first thank all of you who were so patient with me while I posted and sent emails about my birthday bash this past April. I had such an incredible and overwhelming response from not only fans, but new readers of my work, and I can’t thank you enough.

In the mix of it all, I had another book come out, but I didn’t want to report on it then (less I overshadow the event that was transpiring at the time.) Now, though, I am happy to report that Rebel, the fourth book in the Brotherhood Saga, is now available to purchase on You can find out more information (and see the absolutely brilliant cover) below.

Rebel (The Brotherhood, #4)


In Blood, Odin vied to become a knight.

In Sword, he became a champion.

In Death, he lost everything.

In Rebel, the fourth novel in the Brotherhood Saga, Odin is arrested and charged for deserting his kingdom and using illegal magics. Believing that his ties to the court will spare him the death penalty, he appears before the highest magical court in the land expecting none other than life in prison. But when he is sentenced to serve time in the Cadarack Prison for High-Maintenance Criminals—a place fabled for forcing their prisoners to fight to the death in armed combat—his options for escape appear even more hopeless.

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The Horror of 2015

2015 was, in a nutshell, horrible.

After being diagnosed with HIV only a few months prior, I began the year as a bundle of nerves and continued to progress with them in the following months. Having lost my confidence in writing, I ambled through my daily routine without purpose and tried to work on rationalizing my feelings around my diagnosis. During this time, I was subjected to multiple meetings with government employees, social workers, infectious disease specialists and advocates within HIV/AIDs community in Austin — which not only triggered my PTSD, but left me overwhelmed and emotionally drained.

April began another chapter of my life. On the 7th I turned 23. The day after, I started antiretroviral therapy. I vowed, on that day, that I was going to get myself back on track and continue writing. I restarted, and eventually completed, my fantasy novella THE DRAKE OF EHKNAC. The mere act of writing the final sentence was enough to restore my confidence in myself as a writer.

But alas, the bad times I’d just come out of in 2014 were about to return. In late May, it became obvious that my roommates and I could no longer continue to live in the house in Austin — the home I’d spent the first five years of my adult life in. Finances had plummeted on every side. At one point it didn’t even seem like we would be able to make the final month’s rent. Thanks to the city of Austin and their AIDs services, however, we managed to survive our final month.

After a brief and utterly-terrifying stint that occurred in a hotel (during which time I had planned on staying to wait for my disability hearing before rejoining my roommates,) I relocated to stay with them and their family in Fort Worth. It took five trips between there and Austin in order to move what few belongings we could not store.

In September, my roommates drove me to Austin for my disability hearing (during which I massively disassociated, nearly succumbed to a massive panic attack, and became incoherent at least twice.) I did not receive a decision that day and still have not.

Which segues into the next part: in which, after my anxiety built to its breaking point, I admitted myself into a psychiatric hospital. While I only remained for six hours, I was diagnosed with adjustment order (caused by the move and the anxiety surrounding it.) I was then referred to, and participated in, a partial hospitalization program for two weeks. It was during this program that I began to come to terms with something I’d blocked out during my childhood. While it’s yet to completely surface, and though I am not willing to discuss it publicly as of now, its implications are astounding — and, in some ways, explain some of my past behaviors. I was also rediagnosed with Bipolar 1 (the more dangerous of the 2) and will start their three-hour program this next week. I have been referred to a therapist specializing in cognitive therapy and to address the self-harm issues that have recently begun as a result of my stress.

I’m still waiting on my disability decision. Last I heard, the judge was editing the letter that outlines her decision. It has, undoubtedly, been the focal point of my mental illness.
Much of 2015 was spent in misery, and though I managed to release three new projects during the latter part of it, the suffering I endured was abominable, and something I would never wish on anyone. I am hoping, in this new year, that my life will even out — and that, as a result, my anxiety will drop.

As hard as it was to experience these things, it was at least cathartic to write about them. I can only hope that this year is better.

On This Day Last Year


On this day last year — between 4 and 5:30 PM — I submitted to, and then received, two preliminary-positive HIV test results. Though it would be days before I would undergo bloodwork to determine the specifics of my disease, it took mere moments to realize that my life would be changed forever.

My first thoughts were of the people I’d recently been in contact with — of the six individuals with whom I’d physically engaged with throughout the entire year.. Who? What? When? Where? Why? Doing what? How? Could it have been prevented? Was it something I had done? Was it something they did? Was it something that could have been prevented? Or was it, by mere happenstance, simply meant to happen? These thoughts, and more, went through my head–when, in but one drop of blood, my future. and potentially the future of several others, was revealed.

I went through the steps to contact each individual. Some were shocked. Others were sympathetic. One was downright volatile. My meeting with the Disease Intervention Specialist from the Health and Human Services Department was invasive, embarrassing, humiliating and completely and utterly depressing. It’d be months before I would be admitted to treatment. Hours of paperwork would need to be filled out. And, most horribly, was the aspect that I had exposed several people to a violent, incurable, and incredibly-stigmatizing disease.

A year to the day, my life is, in a word: normal (or as normal as it could be.) I get up, grab my phone, check Facebook, drink a soda, eat breakfast, shower, and go about my day normally. I suffer chronic pain as a result of the infection (which I will deal with for the rest of my life,) and I navigate hurdles related to my serostatus (mainly dating,) but beyond that, my life has changed very little.

I, in layman’s terms, survived.

My life did not end when I contracted the Human-immunodeficiency Virus. My future did not crumble around me. My aspirations did not dwindle, nor did friendships fade away. None of the people I exposed became positive as a result. If anything, I learned that the majority of people are undoubtedly good — and, if asked, are more than willing to help.

I may have a slightly shorter lifespan than most people (though not by much.) I will always deal with random bouts of chronic pain. I will be at a higher risk for certain illnesses due to my compromised immune system. I’ll suffer stigma due to the lack of education surrounding the disease. I’ll also face discrimination from potential partners. But regardless of those things, I am healthy. My viral load is undetectable. My T-Cell counts are incredibly high. My spirits, though sometimes daunted, are generally in good standings.

A year ago — while lying in bed, crying at the thought that my world was going to end — I never thought I’d be able to say this:

I’m HIV-Positive

I’m happy.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Trigger Warnings” are for Trauma Victims, not Copouts

According to Dr. John M. Grohol of, a trigger is, “something that sets off a memory tape or flashback transporting the person back to the event of her or his original trauma.” A trigger is caused by one of the five senses — including sight, sound and smell — and can be activated by something as simple as a cough, an unexpected sound, or an image displayed in the media.

In other words, a ‘trigger’ is a psychological response to trauma.

As a victim of PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) and GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder,) I am prone to and suffer from anxiety attacks due to events I’ve experienced in my past. As a result, I am triggered by certain things — including, but not limited to: authority figures (such as police,) loud noises, and conflict that involves yelling or physical altercations. 

The media has been populated with stories about students on college campuses who claim they cannot participate in classes because the subject matter is ‘triggering’ to them. A simple search of college campus trigger on Google yields dozens of articles on the subject. Most of the headlines include words such as ‘coddling’ or question whether or not ‘they [trigger warnings] can be stopped.’ Trigger warnings, in other words, are no longer being seen as a preventative actions for the mentally ill and are instead being viewed as annoyances.

Someone on Facebook once said the content in a book was ‘triggering.’ I asked them if they suffered from PTSD or had experienced any sort of psychological trauma. When they replied no, I inquired why they had used the word ‘triggering.’ They replied, I just don’t want to deal with it.

The trigger warning — which was initially designed to alert those who’d survived severe psychological trauma of specific content — has now become a way to disregard something when you don’t want to deal with it.

I understand that certain subject matter is difficult to discuss. Rape is horrible. Murder is abominable. Abuse against animals or children is downright evil. But unless you’ve actually experienced those things — and as a result, experience intense, uncontrollable emotional and physical reactions at the thought or even mention of it — you can’t claim to be ‘triggered’ by them. By saying ‘you’re triggered’ by something when, in fact, you have experienced no trauma at all, you are not only minimizing and diminishing the experiences of those who have survived such events, but giving the mentally ill a bad name.

I used to be able to say if I was triggered by something without bringing about immediate speculation (because 95% of the time, people would ask why I was triggered by it and what it did to me.) Now, people automatically assume I just don’t want to deal with it (and am therefor ‘copping out’ of serious discussion matter.)

It’s sad that, in this day and age, the mentally ill are ridiculed when they express that something is upsetting to them. It’s bad enough to have gone through such traumatic events. It’s even worse when people discount your experiences.

Why Representation is Important — an Article by Kody Boye for the 2015 Zombie Crawl

Hello everyone!

For those of you who know me—welcome! For those of you who don’t: My name is Kody Boye. I’m the author of a zombie novel called Sunrise, which features a young gay man and centers around not only his struggle to survive the zombie apocalypse, but also the reality of a new and unfriendly world. The Band of Dystopian Author’s annual Zombie Crawl is an awesome event that I unfortunately didn’t get to take part in last year, but now that I am, I’m excited to participate! You can find out more about my novel (and enter a giveaway to win a few eBook copies) at the end of this article.

So, without further ado, here is

Why Representation is Important

I initially struggled to decide on what I wanted to write for this article. At first I wanted to discuss LGBT characters in zombie films, but upon asking my audience for recommendations and only receiving only four responses, I began to think about how little representation there are for them in the horror genre. We’re used to seeing the common stereotypes of effeminate gay men and butch “woman who wants to be a man” lesbians. Transgender characters, or even those whose gender identity is slightly within the shades of grey, are treated even worse. This is an incredibly frightening realization — because growing up, we’re taught that diversity is important, and that we should attempt to understand people who are not like ourselves. It’s a fundamental aspect of the human experience to know that we are different from one another, whether it’s through skin color, religion, sexuality or even culture.

As of recently, I’ve begun to run into an argument that only serves to discount diversity in fiction. Usually it is presented in the form of a statement such as, ‘it isn’t necessary for characters to be defined by race or sexuality.’ A defense is then offered through the addendum ‘ because we’re all human.’ Some people don’t claim to see skin color or sexuality. Others say it isn’t important to a character’s development or story. A few even say that they don’t want to see it at all. While we can all agree that the later statement is born of ignorance, I’d like to address the former by explaining why it’s important that we not only understand what other people go through, but that we allow those stories to be presented without fear of censorship.

I grew up in a predominantly-white, Mormon town in Southeastern Idaho, experiencing not only homophobia, but witnessing the racism projected at the small Hispanic population that was present. I didn’t see a person of black or Asian descent until I was fourteen, and it wasn’t until the age of sixteen that I began to even accept the gay community and its various subcultures. Because of this sheltered lifestyle, you would think that I’d have opened my mind enough to where I could easily see through the ‘personal lens’ of my own existence, especially after I moved to Austin at the age of eighteen.
Not too long ago, however, I realized how ignorant I was to other people’s experience. This was revealed when, while reading a book, I completely ignored the description of a black character. I had, unconsciously, assumed he was white.

While this isn’t surprising (considering my background and the representation seen throughout the media in the later parts of the 90s and throughout the early 2000s,) I was completely mortified that I—a minority, if only by my sexuality—had unintentionally disregarded another person’s experience. It wasn’t out of malice, but ignorance.
This single event—captured within a span of five minutes—was enough to change my entire outlook on what many people consider unimportant in entertaining media. The ‘I don’t see color’ declaration was completely disregarded when the default narrative of straight and white is automatically inserted into a piece of fiction, which is exactly what I did when reading that book.

I could go into immense detail about how I experience the world differently from other straight men—including, but not limited to: the way I am perceived, the assumption of ‘dominant or submissive roles’ based on my personality, or that I like or dislike certain things based solely on the fact that I am gay. But since this article isn’t about me, and is instead about acknowledging the fact that people of different backgrounds (whether they be racial, sexual, religious or cultural) have different experiences, I will leave you with one final reminder:

I ignored the declaration of a black man’s skin color because I automatically assumed he was white.

If that isn’t enough to make you think, I don’t know what is.


My novel Sunrise is currently available for purchase and loan through the Kindle Unlimited Reading Library on If you’d like to purchase a copy (or read a sample,) you can do so by clicking here.

If you’d like to win one of 10 eBook copies of Sunrise (and it’s tie-in novel when it’s released) for free, you can do so by entering and performing the various Rafflecopter tasks below:

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Zombie Crawl 2 – Blog Party

October 22 – 31, 2015

by Band of Dystopian Authors & Fans

How it works: Each day, the scheduled authors and bloggers will post awesome zombie-tastic content for your enjoyment along with a giveaway on their site/blog/page. You can hop around to all of the participating sites and enter as many giveaways as you like! If you would like to be emailed links to the new posts each day, join this Zombie Crawl Daily Digest list which will ensure you don’t miss a post (or join the party on Facebook to get notifications). Make sure to leave comments and interact with the participating sites. Thanks for joining the party!

The Schedule:

OCTOBER 22 – Thursday

Band of Dystopian Authors & Fans (Party & Grand Prize Host)

Jo Michaels Blog (author)

Rissa Blakeley (author)

OCTOBER 23 – Friday

Claire C. Riley (author)

2 Girls & A Book (blog)

Emily Shore (author)

OCTOBER 24 – Saturday

Kathy Dinisi (author)

Us Girls & A Book (blog)

The Voluptuous Book Diva (blog 18+)

OCTOBER 25 – Sunday

Casey L. Bond (author)

THE KATY blog (blog)

OCTOBER 26 – Monday

Saul Tanpepper (author)

Warren Fielding (author)

The Leighgendarium (blog)

OCTOBER 27 – Tuesday

Kody Boye (author)

Rhiannon Frater (author)

ER Arroyo (author)

OCTOBER 28 – Wednesday

Allen Gamboa (author)

Armand Rosamilia (author)

Ethan @ One Guy’s Guide to Good Reads (blog)

OCTOBER 29 – Thursday

Kate L. Mary (author)

aftershockzombieseries (author)

Eli Constant (author)

OCTOBER 30 – Friday

Aria Michaels (author)

Brian Parker (author)

Mama Reads Hazel Sleeps (blog)

OCTOBER 31 – Saturday

Cindy Carroll (author)

M. R. Pritchard (author)

Toni L.H. Boughton (author)

Digital Dirty Girl (blog)

To learn more about Band of Dystopian and/or to enter our Grand Prize Giveaway, visit and don’t forget to join the group on Facebook!

An open letter to Principal BJ Buchmann of

After learning of and reading about the gay valedictorian whose graduation speech was silenced by school administrators, I felt compelled to reach out to Mr. BJ Buchmann with my own story – not only to tell him of the struggles I experienced throughout high school, but to also remind him that stripping someone of their narrative and ability to come out is damaging beyond compare. You can read the letter I sent to the school (and the principal) below:

Mr. Buchmann,

It is no surprise that your name – along with your actions against Twin Peaks Charter Academy high school student Evan Young – has been greatly publicized over the past few days. While I could easily join the flock of those internet commentators who have condemned your actions as outrageous and, some may say, homophobic, I wanted to reach out to you and tell you a story instead.

Growing up in Southeastern Idaho in the early 2000s, I was subjected to near-constant discrimination due to my sexual orientation through the media, by society, and by my peers and those adults around me. Though it would take me years to become fully comfortable with myself as a person, I suffered constant harassment and bullying through my one and only year of high school – a time which should have allowed me to comfortably transition into young adulthood without fear of violence. None of my family knew I was gay, nor did any of my friends. The idea of anyone finding out was, at the time, the most horrifying thing I could possibly imagine (and it was not unwarranted.) Stories such as Matthew Shepard’s – the young man who, in October 1998, was bound and left for dead in a Wyoming snowstorm – were haunting artifacts of a past that could easily become my future.

I don’t need to mention the countless individuals who have died for their sexual orientation or gender identity in the past year, or even in the past few months. Childhood (especially young adulthood) is a time when we should nurture our children and encourage positive reinforcement in their development. For you to have declared Evan Young’s experience as an ‘agenda’ that he was attempting to ‘push upon others’ speaks of an inherent ignorance that you as an educator should not have. Your actions not only dissembled a young man’s confidence at a time in which he could close one chapter of his life, but also stripped him of his God-given right of choice (and, in an alternate circumstance with a potentially less-fortunate outcome, could very well have endangered his life.)

As a young gay man who suffered through the education system believing that I had few, if any allies, I would encourage you to reach out to Mr. Young and attempt to make right the wrongs you have committed against him. Not only would this serve to reinforce your character, but would also reflect highly on the values of your school – which, I am sure, you do not wish to endanger in any sense.

Thank you,

– Kody Boye

The Serial Killer Phase

I think most writers (especially those of horror) go through at least one major phase where they become complete and utterly fascinated by serial killers. Where it stems from can be debated. For some, we see something on TV. This usually occurs when we’re young (the True Crime network or Cold Case Files.) We’re horrified, fascinated, intrigued, disturbed. We have nightmares, doubts. We think, How is something like that possible? How can someone commit such violent acts? Normally the killer’s motives don’t matter. How gruesome their crimes or the psychology behind them aren’t necessarily considered. We, at such a young age, can only think: Why?

Eventually, evolution takes place. Old habits die hard. We almost always return to our roots. Though I grew up on True Crime TV and Cold Case Files, it wasn’t until after I watched the made-for-TV miniseries The Deliberate Stranger (which dramatizes in chilling detail the murders committed by Ted Bundy) that this surge of macabre fascination returned.

Some joke that ‘every writer has their serial killer.’

Mine was (and, up to this writing, still is) Jeffrey Dahmer.

I was inspired to write this post after concluding a condensed hour-and-a-half viewing of Dahmer’s trial. This montage — which contains the actual recording — isn’t glamorized, as many documentaries are privy toward. It’s edited, sure — mostly for length, as the trial went on for weeks — but goes into detail about the psychology behind Dahmer’s actions and history. Testimony by his victims (and I say ‘victims’ to include those he did not kill) is also included. This was perhaps the most disturbing information I’ve ever encountered upon researching Jeffrey Dahmer. His last victim (who thankfully escaped without severe injury) described in chilling detail the paradox of the man, the machine, and monster that was Jeffrey Dahmer — and how, like flashes in the dark, he would appear as one thing, then another.

I decided to forego including pictures in this post because of the nature surrounding Dahmer’s crimes. Primarily a necrophiliac, he is confirmed to have participated in sexual acts and to have consumed pieces of his victims. This information is documented — not only in text, but photograph. One of the most disturbing things I’ve ever seen was a crime scene photo taken in Dahmer’s home the night he was arrested. This was found via a Google Image search under the man’s name. I do not, under any circumstance, recommend you search for it. Reading about it is bad enough, but actually seeing the photograph is haunting beyond comprehension. It was something I could never be prepared for, and something I will ever be able to remove from my mind.

This segues into my continued fascination. Morbid as it may be, my interest in Dahmer increased after I became aware of his psychiatric diagnoses. He was, by grand jury, considered of sound mind, but psychiatrists were in full agreement that he had much wrong with him — including not only sexual paraphilias and borderline personality disorder, but also GAD.

Generalized Anxiety Disorder.

A condition I myself am diagnosed with and am in medical treatment for.

His ghost (and legacy) was only brought closer to home after discovering this fact. Dahmer’s struggle with his sexuality and then resounding coming-of-age is not unlike what a lot of young gay men experience, and is, in part, easy to relate to. I was fortunate enough to have been born on the cusp of the new millennium. But Dahmer? He was a child of the 60s. To see what he must have seen — to experience what he must have experienced — as the monster inside was festering? That is something too monstrous to imagine. Somehow, though, I am always drawn back to this — to this paradox of a person: of man, machine and monster.

I am always left to wonder: Why? When? How? Was illness his trumping demon? Did society play a role? Could something — anything have been done to prevent the seventeen deaths and the countless terror this man has wrought? Was it the result of genetics? A freak accident of the psyche? Something he saw? The psychology here is stupendous. It is the fodder of nightmares and the stuff writers can only dream of orchestrating.  In the end, this is what fascinates me the most — and what continues to draw me back to his story even when I am inclined to pull away.