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I’ve always been fascinated by gypsies. I’ve seen so many films about them. Some are horror films like Drag Me To Hell, where the old gypsy woman levels a curse on a rude girl. Then there is an old favorite of mine with Pierce Brosnan, Nomads, about gypsies roaming our highways and byways. Very excellent.

I suspect there are gypsies roaming freely but their mode of travel nowadays is the motor home. What do you think?

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THE CADENCE OF GYPSIES

By

Barbara Casey

Cadence of Gypsies

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Three high-spirited 17 year olds, with intelligent quotients in the genius range, accompany their teacher and mentor, Carolina Lovel, to Frascati, Italy, a few weeks before they are to graduate from Wood Rose Orphanage and Academy for Young Women. Carolina’s purpose in planning the trip is to remove her gifted, creative students from the Wood Rose campus located in Raleigh, North   Carolina, so they can’t cause any more problems (“expressions of creativity”) for the headmaster, faculty, and other students – which they do with regularity. Carolina also wants to visit the Villa Mondragone where the Voynich Manuscript, the most mysterious document in the world, was first discovered and search how it is related to a paper written in the same script she received on her 18th birthday when she was told that she was adopted – a search that will take them into the mystical world of gypsy tradition and magic, more exciting and dangerous than any of them could have imagined.

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A glimpse inside:

The slight voice tremor was all that was needed, but the deep, audible sigh confirmed what Carolina suspected:  that she was in for another real ass-chewing.  This would be the eighth time getting called into the headmaster’s office in the same number of months she had been teaching at Wood Rose Orphanage and Academy for Young Women.  Each time it had been because her girls had committed a serious infraction of rules or behaved in some inappropriate way that was unacceptable within the stone walls of Wood Rose.

Her girls, the ones she had been given total responsibility for, called themselves Females of Intellectual Genius, or FIGs.   Everyone else, however, called them strange.  Never before in the history of Wood Rose had a student even come close to approaching genius status.  Certainly not in the time that Dr. Harcourt had been headmaster.  Then, within the short span of one week, two seven-year-old children–Dara Roux and Mackenzie Yarborough–were admitted, each from a different family, a different background, and a different part of the country, but each with an intelligence quotient well within the range of genius.  Amazingly, several years later, a third student–Jennifer Torres–was enrolled, whose age and scores were comparable to those of the original FIGs.  What Wood Rose could do for these gifted girls was now coming to a close, much to the relief of the administration, faculty, and staff alike.  This would be their final year at Wood Rose Orphanage and Academy for Young Women, for in June–less than six weeks away–they would graduate.

Carolina was still in bed, deep in thought as she usually was whenever she had a quiet moment to herself, when the telephone rang.  For several days she had been struggling with how best to approach the headmaster.  Ever since being put in charge of the FIGs shortly after getting hired at Wood Rose, she had been trying to come up with innovative ways in which she could somehow excite her girls, challenge their intellect, and, most of all, keep them out of trouble.  The inherent problems of being different extended beyond their prickly relationship with Wood Rose staff members.   The multi-faceted difficulties in teaching the FIGs frequently left the faculty with feelings of inferiority and impotency at the very least.  None of the other residents wanted to be around them either, with the exception of the youngest residents who didn’t yet comprehend the difference between being brilliant and normal, which brought about additional struggles of an inner psychological nature.  Carolina had tried a variety of things, but, obviously, what she had been doing wasn’t working.  What had stimulated her when she was their age?  What mysteries of the universe had intrigued her?

Then she had remembered.

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AUTHOR INFORMATION:

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Originally from Carrollton, Illinois, Barbara Casey attended the University of North Carolina, North Carolina State University, and North Carolina Wesleyan College where she received a BA degree, summa cum laude, with a double major in English and history. In 1978 she left her position as Director of Public Relations and Vice President of Development at North Carolina Wesleyan College to write full time and develop her own manuscript evaluation and editorial service. Since that time her award-winning articles, short stories, and poetry for adults have appeared in several publications including the AMERICAN POETRY ANTHOLOGY, the SPARROWGRASS POETRY FORUM, THE NATIONAL LIBRARY OF POETRY (Editor’s Choice Award), the NORTH CAROLINA CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE MAGAZINE, THE NEW EAST MAGAZINE, the RALEIGH (NC) NEWS AND OBSERVER, the ROCKY MOUNT (NC) SUNDAY TELEGRAM, DOG FANCY, BYLINE, TRUE STORY and THE CHRISTIAN RECORD. A thirty-minute television special which Ms. Casey wrote and coordinated was broadcast on WRAL, Channel 5, in Raleigh, North Carolina. Ms. Casey’s award-winning science fiction short stories for adults are featured in THE COSMIC UNICORN and CROSS TIME short story anthologies. Her essays, also written for adults, appear in THE CHRYSALIS READER, the international literary journal of the Swedenborg Foundation, and A CUP OF COMFORT ANTHOLOGY by the Adams Media Corporation.

Her two middle-grade/young adult novels, LEILANI ZAN and GRANDMA JOCK AND CHRISTABELLE (James C. Winston Publishing Co.) were nominated for awards of excellence by the SCBWI Golden Kite Award, the National Association of University Women Literary Award and the Sir Walter Raleigh Literary AwardSHYLA’S INITIATIVE (Crossquarter Publishing Group, 2002), a contemporary adult novel of fiction, received the 2003 Independent Publisher Book Award and received special recognition for literary merit by the Palm Beach County Cultural Council. Ms. Casey’s novel THE COACH’S WIFE (ArcheBooks Publishing), a contemporary mystery, was listed as a Publisher’s Best Seller and was semifinalist of the Dana Award for Outstanding Novel. In 2007 her novel, THE HOUSE OF KANE (ArcheBooks Publishing), also a contemporary mystery, was considered for a Pulitzer nomination, and in December 2009 her novel, JUST LIKE FAMILY (Wandering Sage Publications), was launched by the
7-Eleven stores in St. Louis, Missouri. Her young adult novel, THE CADENCE OF GYPSIES (Gauthier Publications), was released in March 2011 and considered for the Smithsonian’s Most Notable 2011 Books.  It has also been selected by Amazon for its 2013 List of Best Books.  THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO PRISSY (Strategic Media Books), a novel for adults, was released in March 2013 and received an IPPY Award for Best Regional Fiction.  It has also been listed as a “2013 Best Summer Read” by Conversations Live Radio and has been placed in nomination for a Pulitzer Award.

Ms. Casey is a frequent guest speaker at writers’ conferences and universities throughout the United States. She is former director, guest author, and panelist of BookFest of the Palm Beaches, Florida; and for thirteen years she served as judge for the Pathfinder Literary Awards in Florida.  She held the position of Florida Regional Advisor for the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators from 1991 to 2003.

Ms. Casey is president of the Barbara Casey Agency. She represents clients nationally and internationally in fiction and nonfiction for adults. Her past and present professional associations are numerous and include being editorial consultant for The Jamaican Writers Circle in affiliation with the University of West Indies and MicoTeachers College in Kingston. She also received special recognition for her editorial work on the English translations of Albanian children’s stories.

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Sex, lies, and the undead!

With witches and vamps, lust and betrayal. Haven sounds like a fast and furious read.

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Haven (Tranquilli Bloodline #1)

by Celia Breslin

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Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Romance

Categories: Action/Adventure, Vampire

Erotic Elements: M/F, M/M

Publisher: Champagne Books

Release Date: July 2, 2013

Heat Level: Steamy

Word Count: 125,000

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Description:

San Francisco nightclub owner Carina Tranquilli works hard, plays hard, and never allows the death of her parents and her twelve-year memory gap to get her down. But her life takes a left turn when a witch attacks her on her twenty-fifth birthday.

Three hauntingly familiar vampires emerge to reveal she possesses a latent power. To protect her from their enemies, they admit to wiping her memories clean and abandoning her as a child, but now they need her help. As she struggles to evade her new protectors and even newer enemies, she meets Alexander, an enigmatic, undead musician. Insta-lust flares, leaving her wanting more.

With evil’s minions hounding her every move, and everything she thought she knew turned on its head, Carina must harness her burgeoning power, unravel her vampire family’s web of deceit, and fight to have a love life…without getting killed in the process.

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A glimpse inside Haven

Turn around.

 

I froze, my moment of weakness chased away by a jolt of adrenaline. I resisted Adrian’s pull. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Silence.

“Nothing, I guess.” A wave of energy rolled into me, curled itself possessively around my body, and gave me one hell of a head rush. “Oh, wow.” I bit my lip, bracing against reaction.

Adrian tightened his grip on my waist. “Rina?”

Mark and Ren stalked over, faces grim.

“Did—? Do you—?” My mouth was so dry I could barely speak. “Do you guys feel that?”

Adrian squeezed, capturing my wandering attention, concern etched in the stern set of his jaw. “Feel what? What’s wrong?”

I started to tell them the Invisible Man hugged me against an electrified fence, but a second wave of energy bowled into me, making me tingle from head to toe. The sensation walked the line between pleasure and pain. A moan escaped me.

Mark took me from Adrian. “That’s it. We’re out of here.” He tried to pick me up, but I shook my head. Bad idea. Dizziness took the hall, and me, for a little spin.

Turn around. Turn. Around.

 

Was it a voice or instinct urging me on? Either way, the desire proved irresistible. I pulled away from Mark, pivoted, and forgot how to breathe.

The electric energy pulled back. The dizziness abated. All extraneous noise and people drained out of my perception until there was only Him.

Tall, fit, and bad-boy handsome with skin like pale honey, his thick, walnut brown hair hung tousled in a sexy, I-just-got-out-of-bed way. A hip, black, button-down shirt accentuated a sculpted upper body before it tucked into slacks painted on long, lean legs. The whole package made my mouth water.

Hot. Yummy. Totally my type.

“Who are you?” I whispered.

His mouth twitched in a hint of a smile as if he heard me—impossible given the distance between us. Heat spread, loosening my muscles, and my pulse sped up. Nerves. What’s wrong with me? Guys never made me nervous, not even gorgeous ones.

I nibbled my lower lip, mind racing to make sense of my reaction. His gaze tracked the movement and then slid back up. The heat from his stare hit me full force, driving a shaft of need through me. Energy rocked me again, a warm, electric breeze bathing my skin. My eyes widened in comprehension. The energy came from him.

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Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations (including m/m) and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

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Celia Breslin writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance. She grew up enchanted by stories of vampires and the Fae, including her Irish grandma’s encounter with a Banshee in her root cellar. Imagination fueled, she penned many stories as a youth. She later earned a masters degree in French Lit. and worked as a teacher, producer, (nonfiction) writer, editor, and copyeditor, but vamps and the Fae kept calling her back to fiction writing. Celia lives in California with her family and two feisty cats. When not writing, you’ll find her exercising, reading a good book or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.

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The Goddess Girls Series makes me want to go back in time. Back to when I spent every free moment in the school library, browsing and reading everything I could get my hands on.

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Persephone the Daring (Goddess Girls #11)

Mortal rock star Orpheus steals the spotlight in this Goddess Girls tale of love and lyres!Orpheus is a mortal rock god, and the girls at Mount Olympus Academy are wild about him! With his lyre and singing voice, Orpheus can charm pretty much anything—even things like stones and trees. But Hades and the other MOA boys aren’t charmed. In fact, they are less than thrilled that the girls are so gaga over this guy.

His fans are especially excited about his latest song about the girl he loved and lost, Eurydice. Orpheus was devastated when he lost Eurydice to the Underworld, so he asks Persephone to help get her back. Though it means breaking some very serious Underworld rules, Persephone pushes Hades to return Eurydice to the living world. But restoring Orpheus’s one true love might jeopardize Persephone’s own chances with her biggest crush…

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“…a clever take on Greek deities…”

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“…an enchanting mythological world with middle-school woes compounded by life as a deity…”

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The Goddess Girls series, by Joan Holub and Suzanne Williams puts a modern spin on classic Greek myths. Follow the ins and outs of divine social life where the most privileged godboys and goddessgirls in the Greek pantheon hone their mythical skills.

  • Athena the Brain Finding out she’s a goddess and being sent to Mount Olympus brings Athena new friends, a weird dad, and the meanest girl in mythology—Medusa!
  • Persephone the Phony Hiding her feelings works fine for Persephone until she meets a guy she can be herself with—Hades, the bad-boy of the Underworld.
  • Aphrodite the Beauty Sure Aphrodite is beautiful, but it’s not always easy being the goddessgirl of love.
  • Artemis the Brave She may be the goddess of the hunt, but that doesn’t mean Artemis always feels brave.
  • Athena the Wise Zeus says Heracles has to do twelve tasks or he’ll get kicked out of MOA! Although she’s not sure it’s wise, Athena agrees to help out.
  • Aphrodite the Diva Isis claims she’s the goddess of love? Ha! But to keep the title all to herself, Aphrodite has to find the perfect match for Pygmalion, the most annoying boy ever.
  • Artemis the Loyal It’s time for the annual Olympic Games, and Artemis and her friends are not happy. It’s boys only. Not fair!
  • Medusa the Mean Medusa wants to be more like her two sisters and the other kids at Mount Olympus Academy — immortal. Is that too much to ask?
  • The Girl Games (Goddess Girls Super Special) Listen in on what all four goddess girls are thinking as Mount Olympus Academy hosts visitors from many lands–including an adorable kitten!The first-ever standalone superspecial in the Goddess Girls series!
  • Pandora the Curious Pandora is one of the few mortals at Mount Olympus Academy—and probably the most curious of all the students in school.
  • Pheme the Gossip As the goddess girl of rumor and gossip, Pheme prides herself on being “in the know” and having the most up-to-date info on anyone and everyone at Mount Olympus Academy.

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Suzanne Williams is the award-winning author of nearly 40 books for children, from picture books and easy readers to chapter books and middle grade fiction series. A former elementary school librarian, she lives near Seattle. Her picture book Library Lil (illustrated by Steven Kellogg) won the New Mexico children’s choice award in 2000 and was on several other state award lists. She is co-author (with Joan Holub) of the popular Goddess Girls series(for ages 8 – 12) and Heroes in Training (ages 6 – 11). Other series include Fairy Blossoms and Princess Power.

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Author Joan Holub

I graduated from college in Texas with a fine arts degree, and then freelanced as an art director at a graphic design firm for eight years. I dreamed of working in children’s books, so I moved to New York City and became associate art director in Scholastic trade books, where I designed books for children and worked with editors and illustrators. It was a great job.

I illustrated my first published children’s book in 1992 and soon began illustrating full time. I began completing manuscripts and mailing them out to publishers in the early 1990s. In 1996, I sold my first two manuscripts — Boo Who? A Spooky Lift-the-Flap Book (Scholastic) and Pen Pals (Grosset & Dunlap). Yippee!

Now I write full time and have written and/or illustrated over 130 children’s books. Creating books that entertain, inform, and interest children (and me) is a fabulous job that I truly love.

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Feeling like stepping out of the moment, doing a bit of space travel?

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An epic Science Ficton adventure/thriller.

 Coming From Nowhere
Pembroke Sinclair

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Publisher:  eTreasures Publishing

Date of Publication:  November 5, 2009

ISBN-10: 1616582774

ISBN-13: 978-1616582777

Number of pages:  226

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JD does not have a past–at least not one that she can remember–and that makes living life on Mars challenging.

With nowhere to go, she is sent to the local military academy where she is trained to become a member of the elite secret police. While there, she becomes a pawn in Roger’s struggle for military dominance and Chris’s rebellion to overthrow the military regime.

She supposedly holds a secret that will change the face of the soldier, but, unfortunately, she doesn’t know what that secret is. Her only desire is to find the truth of her existence, and finds herself thrust into a realm where the truth of her past and present is more horrific than she ever imagined.

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CHAPTER ONE

JD stared out the cockpit at the blackness beyond, wondering how she had gotten into this situation. So much had happened in the short time she had been awake, and she didn’t understand half of it. Where had she gone wrong? She reached out and placed her hand on the glass. The coolness migrated from her fingertips to her wrist, and she leaned forward and placed her forehead next to her hand. She closed her eyes, and the tears dropped onto her cheeks.

The door slid open and shut silently, but JD didn’t realize anyone was there until they placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look upon Alex. He stood just a few inches taller than JD, and was a very muscular man. He had jet-black hair cropped close, ice blue eyes, and a square jaw. His mouth was normally cocked to one side in a half grin and there was a sparkle to his eyes, but as she looked at him, his lips were turned downward in a frown and his eyes were glassy and red.

“We’re here,” he spoke softly.

JD wiped the tears away from her cheeks as Alex slid an arm around her waist. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder, and the pair hobbled their way down the loading ramp. As they made their way to the bottom, the light temporarily blinded them both. When she was able to focus, JD was astonished by the towering white city before her. Huge buildings with pillars, reminiscent of the Greek and Roman temples, rose thousands of feet into the blue sky and stretched out to the right and left as far as the eye could see, surrounding them in all directions. She noticed that Maxx and Dale were a few feet in front with a stretcher suspended between them. Her breath caught as she noticed Chris. His breathing was shallow and the skin that wasn’t covered with cuts and bruises was a pasty white.

They continued forward onto the marble landing pad when a group of women dressed brightly in red togas emerged from the building. Ten of them lined either side of the walkway and stood at attention with spears clutched between their hands. A woman in a radiant white gown with a gold sash and flowing cape followed them. Alex and JD made their way to the woman. It wasn’t until after he had kissed her knuckles that JD recognized who she was.

“JD,” Lady Celia spoke, “you look like utter hell.”

Celia had long black hair that fell to her waist. She was slender with a dark complexion, and had dark red lips that sat on a perfectly oval face. Her brown eyes sparkled with sympathy as she looked JD up and down.

“Please, get them inside. The doctor will be with them shortly.” She waved her hand and ushered the group in.

They made their way through the foyer into a large square room adorned with pillars and statues and furnished with chaise lounges and plants. It was painted white, but had accents of gold. The lady stopped and directed Maxx and Dale to take Chris into a room off to the right, then proceeded toward Alex and JD.

“You can put her in the room next to Chris’s. I have summoned a doctor, and she should be here at any moment.”

Alex nodded and proceeded to take JD to her room. She stopped him before they got to the door and requested that she be taken into Chris’s room. Alex obliged, and Maxx left the room to drag in one of the lounge chairs. Alex set her gently down on the cushions, and they all stared at the unconscious man before them.

No one spoke; no one knew what to say. They just stared in silence until the doctor burst into the room.

She was an older woman with graying hair and lines that curved from the outside of her eyes and mouth. She glanced at Chris briefly and muttered a “My God” before grabbing her stethoscope and beginning the examination. After a few moments, she turned to Alex and Celia.

“We have got to get him to the hospital. I don’t have the equipment here to do anything for him.”

Alex shook his head. “We can’t do that, ma’am. If you let us know what you need, we can send someone to get it.”

The doctor furrowed her brow. “He could have internal bleeding, and the only way I would be able to catch it is by doing a series of tests. You have to let me take him to the hospital.”

Alex took a deep breath and covered his mouth with his hands. He stood silently for a moment, then dropped his hands and sighed again. “It’s too dangerous. Please do the best you can for him here.”

The doctor set her jaw and folded her arms across her chest. “I will not be responsible for him if he dies. If anything happens, let it be on your head.”

Alex nodded. “Fine. Whatever you say. Just, please, help him.”

She turned back to Chris and finished her examination. She jotted down a quick list of supplies she needed from the hospital and handed it to Lady Celia. Alex followed her out of the room, and the doctor turned her attention toward JD. She knelt on the floor in front of her and opened her bag.

“Well, at least yours is a bit more manageable.”

The doctor turned JD’s head from side to side, and pulled some cotton balls and alcohol out of her bag. She dabbed the ball until it was wet, then placed it on the side of JD’s head. JD flinched and jerked away as the liquid burned into her skin, but the doctor didn’t give up.

“Sorry, I’m sure that stings a bit.” She dabbed at the wound again before letting out an “Oh,” and reaching for something else in her bag. “I didn’t think it was that deep, but after cleaning out the dirt, it’s a bit more substantial.”

She instructed JD to lie down on the chaise lounge, and she took a seat next to her. The doctor explained that she needed to put in a few stitches, but she was first going to apply a numbing agent. JD listened without hearing, her gaze focused on Chris. She saw out of the corner of her eye the flash of the doctor’s needle and the black thread as it sutured the wound, but she had no realization of what was going on. Scissors clicked next to her ear.

“OK, that should take care of that,” the doctor’s voice spoke next to her head, and JD felt her pat her shoulder. “Could I please get you to sit up and take off your shirt for me?”

Mechanically, JD did as she was instructed. She was pulled out of her daze by a sharp pain in her side, and turned to watch as the doctor gently prodded her ribs. She noticed for the first time that a deep purple bruise covered her right side.

“Sorry,” the doctor murmured and poked softer. She folded her arms across her chest and shook her head. “I’m guessing a couple of them are cracked, but I don’t have the luxury of an X-ray. Is your breathing all right?”

JD met the woman’s gaze and nodded slowly. “It hurts a little, but I can manage.”

The doctor shrugged. “All right.” She reached into her bag and pulled out two bottles. She pointed one in JD’s direction. “This one is an antibiotic. You need to take it three times a day until gone.” She pointed the other one at her. “This one is a pain killer. Take them every four hours as needed for pain, but don’t exceed six in a twenty-four hour period.” She handed over the bottles. “I’ve done all I can for you right now. I suggest going next door to your room and taking a shower before anything else gets infected.”

JD was about to obey the doctor’s orders when Celia and Alex entered the room. They were followed by a few of the guards in the red robes who were dragging in equipment. The doctor jumped to her feet and instructed the group on where everything needed to go. JD waited until Chris had been hooked up to an IV, breathing machine, and heart monitor and the doctor began to clean and dress his wounds before slipping out.

She found her room, which was small and decorated with a bed that had gold head and footboards, a few pillows, and a chest at the end. She made her way into the bathroom, which was decorated in blue and white tiles, and almost didn’t recognize herself in the mirror. Her left temple was twice its normal size, black with a bruise and speckled with dried blood. Both eyes were swollen and bruised, her lips were cut and fat, and crusted blood lined both nostrils. The areas on her face that weren’t covered with contusions or blood were smeared with gray dirt. Her hair was either matted with blood or twisted in a rat’s nests. Her clothes were shredded and caked with filth.

As she stepped into the open shower, the water streamed on from jets in two of the walls and the ceiling. Lowering her head, she let the hot water massage the back of her neck. The black and red water swirled in the drain, and she waited for it to be mostly clear before using shampoo and soap.

When she finished, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She made her way back into the bedroom and noticed a change of clothes and a gold tray with a water pitcher, cheese, grapes, and sausage on the chest. She pulled on the billowy pleated tank top and skirt, grabbed the tray, and proceeded next door to Chris’s room.

The room was empty and silent, except for the occasional hiss of the breathing machine and the almost inaudible beep of the heart monitor. JD made her way to the chaise lounge and set the tray down. She downed half of the water and the majority of cheese and sausage before leaning back on the chair. She stared at Chris’s motionless body and the tears flowed from her eyes. JD had no idea how long she sat like that, or how many tears she cried, but exhaustion eventually took over, and she fell asleep.

Whispered voices broke through her unconscious and brought her out of her sleep. She cracked open one eye and noticed that Celia and the doctor were speaking next to Chris’s bed; the doctor was right in the middle of changing out the IV bag.

“You do know what kind of danger you are putting Feiss in, don’t you?” the doctor hissed as she hung the new bag on the pole.

“Of course I do, but what was I supposed to do? You know how much Alex has done for us. I couldn’t just turn him away.”

“They’ll be looking for them. It’s best if they don’t linger for long.”

Celia wrapped her arms around her chest and nodded.

“They may have to leave him here.”

Involuntarily, JD sucked in a deep breath. Both women turned to face her.

“JD, you’re awake.” Celia moved away from the doctor and sat on the edge of the chair.

The doctor finished what she was doing before scowling at Celia and leaving the room.

“How’s he doing?” JD pushed herself up into a sitting position.

Celia licked her lips and averted her gaze to her lap. She took a deep breath and held it for a second. “The doctor isn’t too optimistic about Chris’s recovery.”

JD looked at Chris; Celia’s voice still drifted into her ears but it sounded far off.

“She says he has sustained massive head trauma, and it is a possibility he may not come out of the coma.” Her voice trailed off. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

JD didn’t know how to respond. She stared, silently. What was she going to do if Chris didn’t wake up? What would happen to her? So few people had been involved in her life, and he was the only one who had been there from the beginning. He was the only one who knew everything about her.

“Oh, JD,” Celia’s voice brought her out of her daze. “We’ve got to do something about your hair.” She stood from the chair and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned, she had a comb and began to work on JD’s knots.

The small tugs caused JD’s headache to return, but she didn’t say a word.

“What happened to you guys?” Celia’s question was quiet, cautious.

JD averted her gaze to the floor and shook her head. “We broke one of Roger’s rules.”

“Which one?”

The tears sprang back into JD’s eyes, but she wiped them away before they fell. “I don’t know.”

“Not like it makes that much difference when you’re dealing with Roger.”

“What did the doctor mean when she said we were putting Feiss in danger?”

Celia sighed. “Feiss is the capital of the Andromeda galaxy and publicly independent. We have no affiliation with Mars’ militia, and are free to trade with whomever we chose. I rule over a few, small, sparsely populated planets, and the Independents pride themselves on staying out of the rest of the universes’ problems. Of course, most of the reason for that is because we don’t have a large army.” She finished working the knots out of JD’s hair and sat down next to her. “By hiding you here, we are no longer staying neutral in the affairs of the galaxy.”

“What will they do to you if they find us?”

Celia shrugged her shoulders. JD noticed her eyes move to look at something or someone behind her. She stood up quickly and walked to the door where she conversed briefly with one of the guards in a red toga. She turned back to JD, apologized, and exited the room.

JD stared at Chris for another moment before deciding to find the other guys. She stood slowly from the chaise and after checking the other rooms, made her way outside. The sunlight was brilliant, but before she was temporarily blinded, she caught the silhouette of the ship in the distance. She waited for her eyes to adjust, then stared at the ship, which was one hundred yards long with a tapered front that curved down like a beak; the cockpit was behind and on top of the curve, completing the look of the bird’s head. The back fanned out like a tail, while the wings extended out on either side. It stood on two landing gears that had bases that spread out like toes and curved down to points like talons. The door was open and the ramp extended under the left wing; she walked up it slowly, mesmerized by the bottom of the wing. She stretched up and touched it; the metal was smooth and cool on her palm, and she noticed that there weren’t any seams of any kind on the ship. Intrigued and bewildered, she walked down the ramp and around the ship, looking for some indication of how it was put together, but found nothing. As she came out from under the ship, McKinnon was standing at the base of the ramp with his arms crossed.

He was an older man, somewhere in his fifties, with graying hair buzzed into a spike. He had a tanned wrinkled face, and pale blue eyes set deep under a prominent brow ridge with thick eyebrows. His nose was wide and crooked, and he had full lips, which smiled slightly at her. He had a square jaw with a cleft chin, and a slender body that stood a head taller than JD.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

JD limped over to him. “Probably. I was wondering where everyone was.”

He nodded toward the inside of the ship. “They’re trying to figure what to do next.”

She made her way up the ramp and found Alex, Dale, and Maxx in a circle. Dale was in his late twenties and was a few inches shorter than JD. His block-like body was pure muscle and stood in contrast to his round smooth baby-face. His red hair was shaved close to his scalp, and his green eyes twinkled as they moved to take in his surroundings. His thin red lips curled into a tiny smile as she entered the room.

Maxx was a very dark black man with a slender yet muscular physique. He looked to be in his late forties and stood a few inches taller than McKinnon. Like Dale, his hair was shaved close to his scalp. He had dark brown eyes, a thin face with high cheekbones, and full lips under a pointy nose. They had been speaking in hushed tones, contemplating what their next move would be, but they went silent as she entered. Alex turned, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Is everything OK?” He took a step toward her.

She nodded, and lowered herself into one of the bench seats that lined the wall. She took a moment to catch her breath.

“What are we going to do?” she asked when she could breathe normally.

“We’re going to leave. We can’t stay and endanger Celia and her people.”

She felt a lump develop in her throat. “What about Chris?” The question came out as a whisper.

Alex turned his gaze from her face and looked at his men, they averted their gaze to the floor. “We can’t leave him here.”

“That might kill him.”

Alex took a deep breath, and swallowed hard. “That might be out of our hands now. We’re going to try and leave in two hours.”

It took a moment for Alex’s words to sink in, but when they did, JD felt an overwhelming desire to be back with Chris. She forced herself up from the seat and made her way back into Chris’s room. She crawled into the bed and laid her head on his chest, wrapping her arm around his waist. She tried to imagine what the world would be like if Chris was dead. The tears started to flow again, and she shook the thoughts out of her head. Inadvertently, she drifted back to sleep.

She dreamed she was sitting in Chris’s room, as he lay connected to his respirator and IV, while Alex stood behind her with Lady Celia, McKinnon, and Roger, whispering quietly amongst themselves and pointing at Chris. She couldn’t understand what they were saying, and she didn’t understand why Roger was there, but the whispers kept getting louder and louder until it was static that filled the room. She covered her ears and stared at Chris; his skin was ghostly white and tight against his bones. He was sitting up, eyes wide in horror. His mouth was moving, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying, so she placed her ear next to his mouth; he kept repeating, “I still have time. You can’t do this. I still have time.” His attention never drifted from the group on the other side of the room. JD moved to ask what he meant, only to find that he had melted into a skeleton. As she pulled away, her eyes popped open.

Chris was sitting up in his bed, his swollen eyes prevented him from staring wild-eyed, but he was repeating the same phrase she had heard in her dream.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and began shaking his shoulders gently, his body jerked and his head turned toward her, his brown eyes twinkled through tiny slits, and he croaked out her name. She squeezed him, tears dripping down her face, then she laid him back down, explaining to him that she would be right back before she made her way out of the room as fast as she could. She found the boys where she had left them and told them what had happened. They made it back to the room before she did. Chris’s hands were extended and grabbing at the air; he was whimpering and wondering if anyone was there.

Alex grabbed his hands and assured him that he wasn’t alone.

“Are we safe? Did you get her far enough from Roger?” There was a sense of urgency in his voice.

Alex placed a hand on his shoulder. “We’re safe. You don’t need to worry about that now.”

“I’ve taken every precaution to ensure your protection while you’re under my care,” Celia spoke in the same low tone.

“Is that you Celia?” Chris tried to raise his head. “I can’t see you. Where are you?”

“I’m right here,” she moved around the bed and took his hand.

At that moment, the doctor burst into the room and began to examine Chris. When she finished, she turned to the group and explained that everything seemed to be in order. She still didn’t recommend him traveling, but she also knew that they couldn’t leave him there. They tried to figure out how he would be the safest on the journey. When they figured out the best solution, they left the room to finish the preparations for leaving. JD curled back into the bed with Chris and snuggled next to him. He moved so that his cheek rested on the top of her head, and they stayed like that until it was time to leave.

Dale, Alex, and Maxx secured Chris into the ship before takeoff. Lady Celia had followed them into the room, and JD watched her kneel next to the bed and whisper something in his ear. As she walked past, she kissed JD on the cheek, and headed down the ramp. The rest of the group secured themselves in their seats and braced for takeoff. The pressure increased on JD’s chest as they attempted to break the gravitational pull, then disappeared as they entered space.

The crew left the cockpit and headed to other parts of the ship to take care of their duties. JD stayed behind and stared out at the blackness. They were headed to the planet of Simmstiniga, a backwater mining world that owed allegiance to Alex. Chris assured her that they would be safe there for a while, but JD found it hard to believe that was true. Her mind kept drifting back to the past year and how everything she thought was safe fell apart.

About the Author: 

Pembroke Sinclair

In 2009, eTreasures Publishing published my first novel, a sci fi adventure story.  Since then, they have published my two YA zombie novels, my religious zombie novella, two children’s picture books, and two novellas with romantic elements.  I have an urban fantasy novel about dragons and a vampire novelette that was published by MuseItUp Publishing.

Musa Publishing has published my novelette with romantic elements and a collection of short stories.  I have a middle grade urban fantasy novel that was published by Little Devil Books.

My nonfiction book about slasher films was published by Scarecrow Press.

I write under several different pen names.  For my children’s titles, I write under J.D. Pooker, and for my YA and adult novels, I write under Pembroke Sinclair.  My nonfiction work is done under my real name.

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What’s inside the Box of Infernos?

That’s what I want to know.

Join me on this tour of discovery organized by Bewitching Blog Tours and lets find out together!

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The Chronicles of Darkness: The Box of Infernos

The Chronicles of Darkness Book One

Matthew Head

Genre:  Supernatural Mystery

ISBN:  978-1-78299-263-9

Number of pages:  204

Word Count:  85,000

Cover Artist: Matthew Head

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Book Description:

In the south of England, in the city of Monks-Lantern, events are starting to unfold which have the potential to threaten all of creation. Isaac Jacobs is a young university student with a haunted past who has long been fighting the supernatural monsters of this world and now he fights them alongside his four friends; Gabbi Gurtpasha, Billie Stamford, Laura Henley and Ben Pokeley.

What starts off as a disturbing but relatively low key investigation soon explodes into something much larger, darker and more fearsome than any of them could have imagined. Just what is behind the slow but steady disappearance of people from the city? Who is the much feared Imperator? What is the worst thing you can hope to see beneath a door in an empty building? How do you define a good man from a bad one? And what terror lies within the Box of Infernos?

A plan which has been in motion for millenia is now coming to fruition and Isaac had better be ready as his life will never be the same again from now on.

Something is coming.

Here is a peek inside!

It is said by some that all of creation can be divided into good or evil. Light or dark. Right or wrong. True or false. Those who say this say it as a comfort to themselves, as they are undoubtedly the ones who will claim to be good, light, right and true and it makes their lives just a little easier if they can believe that those adjectives really apply to them.

It is said by others that all of creation can be classed together – that every being is a combination of good and evil, that there is in fact no true good and no true evil in existence. Those who say this say it also as a comfort to themselves, as it means they can sleep better in their beds believing that there is no true evil lurking in the world, or perhaps in the shadows of their own bedroom.

It’s an unfortunate truth then for both of those groups of people that they are both wrong in their beliefs. There is pure good, there are beings of pure light in existence. And there is pure evil, and rest assured there are many beings of pure darkness in existence. But then there are also creatures who straddle both camps, which are impossible to class one way or the other.

The beings of light are predominantly the angels who sing and blaze in the higher realms, radiating love and beauty. They live their lives in what we as humans have decided to call heaven but that isn’t to say that they don’t make their presence known still in our world from time to time. They aren’t the only beings of light however – there are the Witches of the Veil who pass through worlds offering help and kindness, and legends also tell of ancient beings that swirl in the deserts of the east of the world – always happy to show love and friendship to any who need it.

The beings of darkness can be loosely tied together with the common term of demons, however this broad term does their numbers an injustice. There are many creatures of hate and lies – soul dwellers, ghouls, the Children of Despair, the Ar’karnak, the shadows, malignant fairies – the list can continue almost indefinitely as the dark realms have spawned infinite monsters in the time since the dawn of creation. Higher up than simple demons there are also the primordial beings of chaos and hatred that have long been forgotten by our world although that is not to say that they have forgotten us.

It might seem on the face of it that the beings of darkness outweigh the beings of light, but then it must be remembered that a single match shines brightest when surrounded by the pitch blackness and that a single truth if properly wielded can topple a whole tower of lies.

Still there is another group to look at, the beings that fall in between. Those gloriously grey beings that refuse to be either the deepest black or the purest white. Humans. People. Grey is often seen as a boring, drab kind of colour but in the case of humanity it shines brilliantly. Many people in the world would resist being painted with the grey brush – some may claim to be pure good, some may well claim to be pure evil. But whatever you may think of an individual you must remember the truest truth there is in the whole of the world – they are all grey. They are all somewhere in-between. No person is wholly right ever, everyone has their own faults and everyone makes mistakes and does wrong from time to time. And equally no person is wholly wrong ever, behind the most wicked people you will always find some glimmer of good – a shadow of the person they once were perhaps or an indication of some terrible event which once turned them down darker paths.

The greatest strength of humanity is its ability to comprehend and exhibit the emotion we’d loosely call love. Love binds people, binds families, binds friendships together and holds them close. It pulls you close to people and keeps you with them and through that it can be a source of great joy and great happiness. But despite being the greatest strength love can also perversely be the greatest weakness of a person too. For many it never becomes an issue because their lives are too ordinary. But for some who find themselves dealing with those creatures who dwell purely in the darkness then love can twist and turn. Before long it can lead to terrible choices, awful deeds and heartbreaking consequences.

So then, we can see that there are beings of true light, beings of true darkness and beings of the in-between. All are important and all will play a crucial part in the story which is about to begin before the final move is made and we see whether creation ceases to exist or if it will continue to flourish in all its diversity. For there is one more truth to impart.

Something is coming.

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About the Author:

My name is Matthew Head and I’m a writer from Surrey. Well, I say from Surrey – I was born in Kent, moved to London for a bit and then moved out to Surrey to live with my partner Andrew. I was born in the eighties, raised in the nineties and then I was inspired in the noughties during my time at university where I studied Theology.

Theology is quite possibly the most fascinating subject in the world. Sounds boring I know, sounds like church and everyone knows that church is boring. But it’s not like that at all. It’s packed full of myths and monsters, gods and goddesses – mad, bad, sad ones alive in stories which rival many blockbuster movies in terms of how epic they are. It doesn’t matter whether it’s all real or not – it’s the story that counts. Stories are beautiful because absolutely anything is possible within them. That’s why I love writing because I love the idea of contributing to that and creating stories. Stories that will make you cry, make you laugh, make you scared. Because I think there is some magic in writing – that simple words have the power to make us feel and react so strongly to them.

When I’m not writing or doing my day job then I really enjoy going out and exploring new places. I love going somewhere I’ve never been before, especially if there’s some history linked to the place. Old places are the best – the older the better. You just get this sense that so much has happened there, so many different people have come and gone and yet the place remains.

A few more random facts about me – my favourite pet is the humble goldfish, my favourite dinner is macaroni cheese, I love banana flavoured things but I strongly dislike bananas and the only real phobia I have is a phobia of frogs. Yeuch.

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Freakin Fridays is my own little meme. I’ll be posting about books, movies, and all things scary.

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Tune in every Friday. Get your scare on!

Let’s have some fun!

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Black Door

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William and his brothers are on their way to summer camp. But when a wrong turn leads them to an abandoned campground, things start to get weird in this nail-biting tale of adventure and suspense.

This book brought back lots of memories.

When I was little, my parents took us on camping trips every summer. It could be hectic and I imagine my parents wondered why they did it, as the proverbial, “Are we there yet?” must have been yelled so many times from the back seat of our station wagon.

We took everything we would need with us, plus there were six of us kids.

We sometimes went to pretty remote areas and it felt exciting and eerie, like being the only people on the planet.

When I read Black Door, that feeling returned.

Imagine three boys in the car impatient to get to camp. arguing back and forth and teasing each other endlessly.

The poor father just wants to get there quickly and end this nightmare ride.

As they get close to their destination, even some of the boys feel something is wrong and when they arrive at the deserted camp, their fears are confirmed.

When they realize this can’t be the right place, it’s too late to turn back. They are low on gas. So they enter the abandoned looking office and all that’s there is the black door.

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Should they open it? What lies behind it?

I’d like to think I wouldn’t go through that door. But, then again, I am curious by nature.

That’s how Evans writes. He entices you to go further, to ignore that gut feeling and do what you know you shouldn’t.

More suspense then horror, Black Door takes you into the other side. Beware what waits.

I’d recommend this for pre-teens, teens and adults.

4 stars

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What’s this? Evans is working on something new!!!

We Don't Need No Water

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When his little sister ends up dead in the local jailhouse after being taken in for a misdemeanor, Iverson doesn’t believe for a minute that she committed suicide. After he and his brothers learn the harsh truth about what really happened, what the Sheriff and his friends did to her, they set out to make the whole town pay for their sins – and nothing but the truth can stop the flames of hell that burn in the wake of their brutal vengeance.

This brand-new story from Evans Light is coming August 2013!

You can bet I’ll be grabbing this as soon as it’s available!

And he’s working on another one! Can’t wait to learn what it’s all about.

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I’ve read almost all of Evans Light’s stories

Be sure to visit THE LIGHT BROTHERS web portal at www.evans-light.com for exclusive discounts and giveaways.

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ARBOREATUM

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PAY BACK

Payback

The Mole People Beneath the City

The Mole People Beneath the City

Whatever Possessed You?

Whatever Possessed You?

CRAWLSPACE

Crawl Space

Dark Curtains

Dark Curtains ~ Reviewing soon

****Short story collections****

Screamscapes

SCREAMSCAPES serves as the definitive collection of Evans short story/novella output from 2011-2012, and is available in ebook and paperback through quite a few retailers, including Barnes & Noble (ebook is currently Amazon-exclusive, but that will change in another month).

Screamscapes – Reviewing soon.

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The limited edition signed/numbered paperback of SCREAMSCAPES is available exclusively through THE LIGHT BROTHERS Book Store at www.evans-light.com/book-store.

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Corpus Corruptum – Reviewing soon.

Evans Light

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Evans Light is a writer of horror and suspense who suffers from frequent bouts of delusional grandeur interspersed with moments of soul-crushing suspicions of personal inadequacy.

He has a collection of short stories and novellas, SCREAMSCAPES, in the bag and now available from fine retailers everywhere, and a first novel well underway.

Evans works closely with his brother and frequent collaborater Adam Light, who is a stellar horror writer in his own right. Intense sibling rivalry and incessant one-upsmanship will ensure that nothing but horror of the highest caliber will be produced by The Light Brothers for years to come.

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I’m looking forward to telling you about Dawn of a Dark Knight by Zoe Forward.

Sexy magi, a reluctant healer, and an ancient evil.

What more do you need!

Enjoy my review and don’t forget to enter the giveaway!

Dawn of a Dark Knight

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In the shadows of our world, a secret band of warriors fights to protect us. They are the last line of defense against an evil no human can stop.

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Ashor Vlahos, as Prime Magus, the leader of the last eight magi, is duty bound to find a healer. One is needed, and needed now, as an old enemy has returned.

The Gods have chosen Doctor Kira Hardy. She saved Ashor ten years ago.

Kira agrees to help when the magi are devastated by a daemon attack. Now Ashor insists she stay and become their healer, their akhrian.

There’s a big problem though. Kira likes her life. She doesn’t believe in these Gods, and she just wants to go home.

An even bigger problem is the attraction between Ashor and Kira.

It’s is forbidden for him to be with their akhrian, but since Kira doesn’t believe in the Gods, she sees something she likes and goes for it.

And she sees Ashor. Toned muscles, rock hard abs, and those tattoos. She would love to do things to those tattoos.

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Poor Ashor is already half insane, close to his turning. Kira could be his undoing.

He’s been experiencing blackouts brought on from fighting with deamons. Their evil souls are poisonous and work on a magus, corrupting their kem-seki and causing them to go berserk..

When that happens, there’s no going back, and they have to be destroyed by another Magus

Ashor is so close, he knows it’s only a matter of time.

But still, he gets all twisted up in his boxers when Kira entices him to crawl between the sheets with her. He senses she is his senariai, soul mate, but their union is strictly forbidden.

“He’d sought her soul, but discovered he’d lost his own.”

 It’s all he can do to turn away and obey the Gods.

Now the enemy approaches, and it wants to finish them off, get rid of the magi and the healer and let darkness loose upon the world.

Why did this story work for me?

Because of several things.

First, great characters.

I couldn’t help but fall for Ashor and Kira. They are in the middle of a battle to save mankind and still have to deal with their raging desire for each other.

I think the Gods were laughing while they watched Ashor struggle to stay out of Kira’s bed.

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You know how they say almost dying can make you fall into bed together, just so you know you’re alive? Kira and Ashor have to deal with this a lot and it gets funny and pretty steamy.

But this thought always stops Ashor from going too far.

“If he horizontal mamboed with her, the gods wrath would pour down on them.”

Second, the peripheral characters.

Each is well written with distinct voices and personalities.

They helped flesh out the story and I grew quite fond of some of them.

The magi are sexy, fierce warriors and the bad guys are truly vile.

I would like to read their stories.

Third, originality.

It’s hard to find a book with new beings and a new twist on an old story.

The Magus are unique and fascinating and the forbidden love is more fun than frustrating.

The author kept the sexual tension just right. And she also kept me guessing as to whether these two would ever be together, or would I have to wait for another book.

Fourth, editing.

If there were any typos and such, they were so minor they didn’t make a blip on my radar. The book read smoothly, keeping  me up late, turning the pages to hurry and see what was coming next.

Fifth, sarcasm.

I like some sarcasm, or snark, in my characters. Makes it fun and keeps me grinning. As long as there’s not too much. In this case, it was just right.

So, there you have it. Five reasons I recommend this book.

Then there’s the pure enjoyment I got out of reading it.There was plenty of action, it was never dull. I could picture the scenes in my mind and visualize the characters. I left feeling like I knew them .

4 Stars

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About the author

Zoe Forward

Zoe Forward writes action-adventure paranormal romances. She has a special love of archaeology, especially anything Egyptian.  Although a deep part of her wishes she had pursued a career that would have her at a dig site in a hot, sandy country, she’s a small animal veterinarian, caring for everything from chinchillas to dogs…and even one hermit crab in there.

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Freakin Fridays is my own little meme. I’ll be posting about books, movies, and all things scary.

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For today’s post, I’ll be telling you about The Dead of Winter by Lee Enderlin

The Dead of Winter

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For a horror story to be really good, it has to have a bad-ass villain.

This book has one.

Don’t let her small size fool you. She’s no longer human and she’s got a taste for man flesh.

This story starts a long time ago. Back in 1714,  when Indians had never met the white man.

It’s the worst famine any of them can remember. They have to make another hunting trip to replenish their food or they’ll all starve when winter truly sets in.

When the hunters fails to return from a hunting foray, White Moon fears the worst. She fears the white men have killed her tribe.

She’s all alone. The only one left alive after the white men killed the other women and children.

It’s been days and she has no idea when or if anyone is coming for her.

It couldn’t hurt to just have a little. Just one small piece. What else could she do?

So, White Moon strips off a small piece of meat from one of the dead. Just enough to get her through one more day.

The next day, other members of her tribe find her. She’s saved.

But she can’t let them see what she’s done. If they do, she’s doomed.

I’m sure you’ve figured out she’s doomed.

They perform a grotesque ritual and bury her body.

One day, she’ll rise again and take revenge on the white men.

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Present day in Claridge, Connecticut.

It’s been a long winter and spring is no where in sight.

Bodies are being discovered. They’ve all been devoured and posed in the same strange position.

No animal could pose them like this, so who or what is killing them.

As the medical examiner puts it, ” I hesitate to use the word ‘human’ in a bizarre case like this, but you got something out there that ain’t no bear or anything like it. In other words, someone put those people in that position.”

There’s some thing out there in the bone chilling darkness. Something hungry. Hungry for man flesh and hungry for revenge against the white men.

Windigo.

I got a good scare with this book.

That tiny creature lurking just on the periphery of the light, standing hunched over and so still. Just creepy.

In the beginning, you feel for White Moon, but by the end, you’ll fear the Windigo.

The story flashes to the past to give the necessary background. Then it returns to present day, where all hell breaks loose.

A very insidious horror story, with some ‘the sins of the fathers’ in it.

I felt sorry for the town of Emergence. These people had no idea why revenge was upon them. Why this creature demanded its pound of flesh.

I had a scary good time reading The Dead of Winter.

I especially liked the authors take on the Windigo. I haven’t found too many stories with this supernatural being in them, and this one had a curious spin on it.

5 Stars for this chilling tale.

I’ve read Lee’s short story collection

Four Tales for Midnight

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Four tales of extreme suspense and mystery aimed at getting the heart pumping. Hard. A soldier on D-Day finds an enemy soldier acting very strangely indeed; a jilted husband creates a grisly scavenger hunt; a marriage reconciliation service ABSOLUTELY guarantees positive results—the question is, how? And more!

Turn out the lights and enter a bizarre world, but remember—don’t go in the basement!

You can read my 5 Star review here.

To learn more about Lee Enderlin and his books you can visit his website

Tales of Mystery and Midnight

Welcome to Tracy Lane’s Paranormal Properties Tour!

As R.L. Stine says, “Beware! You’re in for a scare.”

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The first thing that hooked me about this story was the cover art! Bet it would look cool under a black light. Remember those days?

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Paranormal Properties

 Paranormal Properties
Paranormal Properties Book One

Tracy Lane

Genre:  YA Paranormal

Publisher:  Pants on Fire Press

ISBN:  978-0982727171

ASIN:  B00BMHF6X6

Number of pages:   192

Word Count:   33,000

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Book Description:

Jake Weir, while on the set of his parent’s ghost hunting TV show, agrees to help a ghost investigate a 61 year-old murder.

Jake Weir is not like the other kids in Dusk, North   Carolina. Then again, Dusk, North Carolina is not like other cities. Known as one of the most haunted cities in America, behind Salem, Massachusetts and New Orleans, Louisiana, Dusk is ground zero for Jake’s ghost hunting parents.

The Weir family has arrived in Dusk eager to scope out some of the town’s 127 reported “paranormal properties,” which just happens to be the name of their own ghost hunting show: Paranormal Properties. What Jake doesn’t know, and what his parents could never imagine, is that Jake can see ghosts! And hear them. And talk back to them! This talent comes in handy when he runs into Dusk’s oldest, most famous ghost: one Frank Barrone, a one-time lounge singer made famous by his booze-soaked ballad, “Barroom Eyes.”

Frank was gunned down by a local mobster in 1951 and has been searching for his killer ever since. When he learns that Jake can see and hear him, Frank makes young Jake a deal: if Jake will help Frank find his killer, Frank will help his parents find a ghost to film for their upcoming Halloween Special on Public Access Channel #319. Jake enlists the only friend he’s made in Dusk, an overweight tomboy nicknamed “Tank,” to help him track down Frank’s killer. As clues emerge and old leads heat up, Frank and Jake learn they make quite a team. But will Jake find Frank’s killer? And will Frank find a real haunted house in time for Halloween?

 “Paranormal Properties is a great, family-friendly Young Adult novel about a boy who can talk to ghosts. Equal parts Scooby-Doo, CSI and the Hardy Boys, you will enjoy getting to know Jake, Frank and Tank as much as I did. Now, if only ‘Paranormal Properties’ was a real show I could watch on TV every week…” ~ Rusty Fischer, author of Zombies Don’t Cry

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Short Excerpt:

“Silas…”

The voice was eerie, barely above a whisper. Jake paused, his sneaker poised above a grave as he stood in the middle of DuskCemetery.

It was nearly midnight and he’d grabbed the wrong flashlight before sneaking out of his bedroom window. It had run out of juice halfway through the graveyard, and he’d been blindly stumbling around ever since.

The moon was full, but it was frequently obscured by heavy cloud cover and he had to wait until another patch moved through to see very well.

He wasn’t scared, so much. Jake had a special relationship with graveyards, and this was far from his first time at the rodeo. Still, it was the first time a headstone had ever talked to him.

The voice grew louder.

“Silas…”

It was a female voice, sounding dark in a way a ghost might: dark and deep and frosty.

He risked another step, letting the moonlight guide his path. It was a big cemetery, and well-maintained as cemeteries go. There were headstones everywhere, some leaning, some taller than Jake.

“Silas…”

Jake turned to the left to follow the sound. It was coming from a massive tombstone two feet taller than he was, and three feet wider. He pointed the flashlight at it, but the beacon was dim, even after he banged it three times on the palm of his hand.

Then, suddenly, it lit, falling upon the dead soul’s name: “Rose Colder.”

It was there on the grave stone, but the flashlight flickered out just before he could read the dates.

“Silas…” came the eerie voice again, so close he could hear the ghost’s lips smacking.

But, wait. Did ghosts really have lips to smack?

Jake parted his own lips and spoke for the first time since walking into the graveyard. “R-R-Rose?”

He hadn’t meant to stutter, but he couldn’t help it. He heard a rasp, or a cough, and then the crunch of dry leaves behind the headstone.

“Silas?” was the reply, and then the rustling of cheap plastic against flesh. The clouds broke, the moon shone down, and a giant, yellow monster reared from behind the headstone, smiling.

Smiling?

“Gotcha!” said the beast, in a boastful, girlish voice. It was a girl, a giant girl, a living girl in a big, yellow raincoat.

“W— who are you?” Jake stammered, trying to hold his ground. He had to look up a good four inches to see her face.

Her eyes glittered beneath her short, greasy hair. She was heavy, but with her big smile and that cheerful way about her, she looked more nice than scary.

“I’m Tank,” she said proudly, inching closer to him with big black and white sneakers crunching over dry, dead leaves. “Who are you?”

“Jake Weir,” he said, relieved he didn’t stammer that time. “And who…who’s Silas?”

“Don’t you know?” she asked, sitting down on one of the large marble slabs that surrounded Rose Colder’s grave. She patted the one next to him, and he sat, too.

He didn’t know why, but even in a graveyard, even after pranking him in her big, yellow raincoat that made her look like a linebacker for an NFL team, this “Tank” girl didn’t scare him.

Much.

“No,” he replied.

Tank frowned. “Rose Colder,” she explained, “snuck out at midnight to meet her boyfriend, Silas Miner, in this very cemetery over a hundred years ago. But Silas’s Dad didn’t approve of his son dating a commoner, so he kept Silas from seeing her and sent a couple of local thugs to teach Rose a lesson. When the thugs showed up, Rose fought back…and lost. They buried her here, and legend has it that every night, at midnight, she rises from her grave to take revenge on the men who ended her life.”

“So…so that’s why you were calling me Silas?”

Tank nodded, and then slugged him on the shoulder. “What are you doing here, anyway?” Jake shrugged. He didn’t really want to tell her.

She pulled a flashlight from her raincoat pocket and flicked it on, right in his eyes. “Hey!” He held up a hand to shield his face.

“Wait, hold up.” Tank pointed the beam up. “What’s that on your hat?”

Jake blushed. He’d grabbed the hat at the last minute, not thinking about it. He had so many of them, and they all looked alike: black ball cap, neon green writing that spelled “Paranormal Properties.”

“You…you work for that TV show? The ghost hunting one?”

“You know about it?” Jake was surprised. They’d just gotten into town, and his parents hadn’t even filmed an episode here yet. That’s what he was doing out in the graveyard at midnight, trying to find something extra special for a new episode.

Of course, they’d kill him if they found out, but he figured it would be worth it if they finally got more than a handful of people to watch.

“Know about it?” Tank shouted. “I watch it every week! You know, the live feed on the web page. We don’t have any local channels that play it.”

Jake beamed in appreciation. “Cool,” he said.

“So,” Tank urged, nudging his knee with her own. He noticed she was wearing plaid pants under her yellow rain coat. “Do you work for it or what?”

“My Mom is the host. My Dad is the cameraman.”

Tank gasped and shoved Jake with each word. “No. Way! Get. Out. Of. Town!”

She stopped shoving him and stood up instead, yanking him by the sleeve of his T-shirt. Dragging him from the cemetery, she said, “I love your Mom. You have to tell me all about her.”

“Where are we going?” he asked, finally regaining use of his feet and catching up to her.

She saw him at her side, looked down and let him go. “There’s a diner around the corner, open all night. I’m buying you a hot fudge sundae and you’re going to tell me all about what it’s like to have famous parents.”

“Famous?” he chuckled as he followed her past the cemetery gate. His Mongoose bike was sitting there, dry and rusty, just where he’d left it.

“Sure thing.” She reached behind some bushes and lifted out a green ten speed with just one hand.

They mounted their bikes and, now that he was looking for it, Jake saw the neon sign for the Dusk Diner just around the corner. Yet, something was still bugging him. “Hey,” he said, “what were you doing in the graveyard at midnight?”

Tank shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“So you went to a cemetery?”

She  shrugged again, pedaling off. While struggling to catch up, Jake heard her say, “Hey, I met you, didn’t I?”

My Review

The beginning made me realize the author is a prankster, just like Frank is.

Frank may be dead, but he’s never boring, as Jake finds out.

Jake figures Dusk, North Carolina is just like every other town.  He’s seen plenty. Always moving town to town, haunting to haunting, with his parents.

You see, his mother is the host of the TV show Paranormal Properties and his dad is the cameraman.

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They chase from one haunted place to the next, hoping to catch on video that elusive moment, proof of the afterlife.

Jake is their gopher, always helping with the setup, but never in front of the camera. No way, Jose!

He’s not unhappy, but he is lonely. Hard to make friends when you’re always moving on.

He does make a friend in Tank. She’s a bit of a prankster too.

These two are good for each other, and they need each other.  They’ve both had to grow up fast.

Tank isn’t the only friend Jake makes.

Frank makes himself known to Jake. It’s taken him years and years to materialize into a solid, visible form, and it figures that this kid, Jake is the only one who can see him.

Beggars can’t be choosers and he enlists Jake’s help to solve his murder.

Once Jake gets used to having Frank appear whenever he likes, he agrees to help solve his murder.

But this is a secret, just between them, and Frank, being a prankster, uses his abilities to tease Jake’s parents. It’s all in fun and keeps them from moving on.

A sleuthing Jake will go.

The best place to start is with Crackers, the caretaker at the Lido Lounge, the speakeasy where Frank died.

There’s not many witnesses left. Most are long dead.

Crackers was there that night, and as he describes how it went down, Jake is distracted by ghostly images. He looks at Crackers and all he sees is the rundown building. When he glances to the stage, he sees the club the way it was. Cigarette smoke floats above the room, people are laughing, ice is tinkling in glasses, and the band is jammin. Then he hears the whiskey velvet voice of Frank crooning out his song.

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Back to Crackers and the rundown lounge. Jake is the only one seeing this.

This scene was some great visual writing. Felt like I was there.

I had so much fun following Jake from clue to clue. I felt like I was a ghost, following him around, urging him on.

And I got some chuckles out of Jake’s parents.

They are so obsessed with finding proof of ghosts, they don’t see what is going on right under their noses.

Kind of reminded me of the mom in E.T. She was always so frazzled she never had a clue an alien was living in her daughters closet.

You quickly become attached to the characters, engrossed in the puzzle of Frank’s murder, and can’t wait to see how it all ends.

The ending had me grinning from ear to ear.

Please tell me there will be more soon.

Paranormal Properties is a quick, fun read. All ages will enjoy it.

5 Stars

Thanks for the goose bumps:)

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About the Author:

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I was fascinated with the paranormal when I was very young. I always felt like someone was around me even when I was alone. It caused me to be inspired to write a paranormal book where a teenager can see and hear ghosts and actually makes friends with one.

I use to love to write short stories in school and always wanted to be a writer. But raising children and working jobs I just could not find the time to indulge my passion. Then my children grew up and I ended up having two teenagers at home who did not need as much attention from me. I started toying with the idea of writing once again. So setting aside 5 to 10 minutes per day to write at least one page I could end up with a book a year. Now Paranormal Properties is published and I have a list of 8 more books to write. I don’t think I”ll be slowing down anytime soon.

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In preparation for the launch of his new release, Brandon R. Luffman has stopped by for an interview.

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I’ve had the pleasure of reading some of Brandon’s work and I’m thrilled to have been given the honor of reading his ARC Frostwalker, a supernatural horror story.

I’ll be posting my review on his Release Day which is coming soon!

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Frostwalker

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Thanks so much for sharing with us today, Brandon.

Let’s get to know more about you.

1) Why don’t we start by having you tell us a little about yourself.

Well, I’m not all that interesting. That’s why I write fiction – it’s way more interesting than real life! But, here’s the short bio: I was born in Georgia, but my parents moved back to North Carolina before I was old enough to really remember it. So, I’m technically a Georgia Peach, although I’ve always thought of myself as a Tarheel. I fell into writing at a fairly young age, in the sixth grade, and I was immediately hooked on that buzz you get from writing for the entertainment of others. Having the ability to make people laugh or cry or feel just about any emotion you can imagine, just by the power of storytelling – that’s awesome stuff! So, I wrote off and on for years, but never really got serious about it until a few years ago. And that really is the key to being a writer: You have to get serious about it. You have to put in the work and not just do it for fun. If you want to do it for fun, that’s fine, but if you want to build a career out of it, you have to work at it. Someday, I hope to take my own advice and actually make a living off of this!

2)  What brought you to use Cherokee-Tsalagi lore in your story?

I’m not really sure, to be honest. I’m a pantser, not a plotter, so I really didn’t know where the story was going or what would happen next. The appearance of John Birdsong and Grandmother was as much a surprise to me as it was to anyone else. As the story progressed, I didn’t know what part they would play, but by the end it all made sense. It was fascinating actually, because these characters (and others, of course) did things earlier in the book that I had no idea would mean anything and I didn’t know WHY they were doing these things. But in the end of the book, it all came together and made sense. Reading a book with that sort of unfolding nature is fun, but having a story unfold itself that way while you’re writing it – that always amazes me. Maybe it goes back to Stephen King’s theory that he put forth in his book On Writing, that stories are already there, more or less fully formed, and the writer is just digging it out like a fossil.

I can say that here in western North Carolina, the Cherokee people are very much a part of the culture, although not always obviously so. In my own neck of the woods they’re not commonly encountered these days, but almost everyone whose family has been in the area more than a few generations has at least a few Cherokee in their family tree. So, it’s quite possible that when I needed something that amounted to what locals in this area might consider “mystical people”, my mind just popped that out.

3)  When describing Frostwalker, what genre would you place it in?

When I originally wrote it, I felt like it was straight Horror. However, in the past few years I’ve gained a bit more of an understanding of sub-genres and I think it might be more precise to call it Survival Horror. However, while I don’t think I’ve ever seen the term used before, maybe it could also be called Action Horror, as it feels like that sort of story to me. Once the story starts really rolling, it seems very action-oriented. But, I’m not too concerned about labels – simply calling it Horror is good enough for me!

4)  You’ve written some short stories, which I loved. What inspired you to write a full length novel and why Frostwalker?

Thank you! I was tickled pink at your reviews of Out After Dark and The Card. I really appreciate those!

Interestingly enough, Frostwalker was written prior to any of my currently available short work. Frostwalker originated as a NaNoWriMo attempt way back in 2009. For those who don’t know, NaNoWriMo is where you attempt to write a 50,000 word novel during the 30 days of November. I had done NaNoWriMo a couple of times before, but never hit the 50,000 word target. However, during NaNo 2009, I just roared right along. The first night, I wrote over 13,500 words. I hit the 50k mark just after 1 am on the morning of November 16th. I kept writing, because while I had “won” NaNoWriMo, I still had a story to finish. If I recall correctly, I finished the story with around 81,000 words on November 27th or 29th, although there had been a few days that month where I wasn’t able to do any writing at all. When I finished, and realized that I had actually written a full novel, I’m man enough to admit that I wept.

After that, I went through lots of beta-readers and produced several drafts, each a little better than the last. This is really where a book is crafted. The first draft is just something you throw together. It’s the framework, the starting place. The actual crafting and creation of something more than just an idea comes from taking that first draft and editing and polishing it until it’s as good as you can make it. That’s the key, really, and what NaNoWriMo strives to teach participants: You can’t allow yourself to edit and second-guess the first draft. Just vomit it out there and get the word count in. It doesn’t matter if it’s crap – it may actually BE crap. But, you have to start with that, then you edit it to within an inch of its life and you might just end up with a great story. But you can never get there without that first draft, and that is all about getting words on paper – or on disk, whichever you prefer. It’s all about word count. Good comes later – after the work is done.

However, the manuscript wasn’t worked on heavily until last year. I was considering self-publishing it, and actually planning to do so, even though I had never hired a professional editor. I thought it had been proofread so many times, by so many different beta readers, that it was ready to go. Besides, editors are expensive, right?

Well, as luck would have it, I found out that editors aren’t always expensive. Also, they’re something you cannot do without. I can’t stress this enough: A competent editor is something you simply must have in order for your book to be the best it can be. I was lucky enough to meet two great editors, both of which I met through Twitter. First was Pauline Nolet, who is amazing to work with and just a great gal in general. She’s now what I consider “my editor”, because I can’t imagine publishing something without getting her to go through it first. The second editor was Rebecca Hamilton, author of The Forever Girl. In addition to her writing, Rebecca offers editing services and she is really top-notch. Both of these ladies went through the manuscript and it is impossible to describe the difference their input has made on the quality of the story. Much of it is subtle, but it really took the book to a new level.

5)  Tell us something good and bad about your writing experience?

Well, there’s a LOT of good that’s come from my writing, especially in the past couple of years that I’ve really been taking it seriously. Perhaps first and foremost is all of the great people I’ve met: other authors, book bloggers, enthusiastic readers. There’s just so many great folks who I’ve met through joining this vast community of “book people”, and the people you regret meeting are truly few and far between. But, in the process, I’ve also become a much stronger writer, through the exchange of ideas and techniques with these people, and with the additional motivation to WRITE, and therefore actually practice the craft, that comes with being a part of all that.

As for a bad side of the writing experience, I can’t say there’s been nothing, but it’s hard to point to anything and say “That right there, that’s bad.” Bad reviews are just bad reviews – can’t take that too seriously. Rejection? Comes with the territory – that’s a writer’s battle scars, to be worn with pride. Really, for me, the worst thing has just been the constant struggle to overcome my own natural shyness and self doubts. I’ve always questioned my ability in whatever arena I’m operating in. It’s difficult for me to be confident in my ability as a writer, which is especially trying as an independent author who has to promote himself. There isn’t a marketing department to go out and tell everyone to go read my work – I have to go out there and tell people I’m worth reading. But, first, I have to convince myself that my work is worth reading. Sometimes, that’s really hard to do.

6)  How do you pick character’s names and locations for your stories? Have you been to these places and are your characters based on yourself or people you know?

Locations are pretty easy. Even places I’ve never been, a little research and you can fictionalize something close enough. The important thing is to capture the FEEL of that location, so that those who are familiar with it will recognize it and those who aren’t will still know it on the level that, say, a TV audience knows a place. There are differences between western Texas and eastern New Mexico, and a native will know the difference immediately, but you can capture the feel of the desert southwest and that’s generally good enough for fiction. Location is important, don’t get me wrong on that count, but there’s a reason why minimalist stage plays are effective. A man with a chair and a skull can perform Hamlet and it’s still Hamlet – the play’s the thing.

In Frostwalker, the locations are all fictional. However, most of them are based on some amalgamation of places I know personally. The town of Wynn is built up of bits and pieces of local towns here in North Carolina, the exterior locations are based, at least partially, on places I’ve been to in the area or even on my family’s farm.

As for the characters, there’s always a bit of the author in every character an author creates. Even if the character is of a different gender, or completely evil, or a supernatural being, their personality is formed by the author’s imagination. So, with Jake and Eric, who are gamers and geeks, somewhat the outsider type in a rural southern town, there’s a fair amount of myself in there. They’re certainly not me by any stretch of the imagination, but some of their traits come from myself, or my friends and family.

For the names, well, that’s really a hard thing for me. Names have always been a pain for me. One of my life-long hobbies has been roleplaying games, such as Dungeons & Dragons. I usually end up running the game, which means that any character the players meet is run by me. The absolute worst question a player can ask is “What’s his name?”. I have no idea how many hundreds of Bobs have been encountered in my games over the years. The barkeep? His name’s Bob. Town blacksmith? That’s Bob. Head of the town watch? Hermit on the edge of town? Maiden you just rescued from orcs? Bob. They’re all named Bob!

I can’t really say where the names Jake and Eric came from. I think maybe my mind just spit them out when I needed names because they’re simple, masculine, and easy to remember. There are a couple of amusing bits about those names, actually. First, it was probably nearly a year after I wrote Out After Dark that I realized that I’d used the name Eric again. In the long version I’ve been working on, there’s also a character named Jacob. The second amusing thing was something I encountered last month. I had never seen the TV show Jericho before, but we recently encountered it on Netflix and began watching it. I didn’t catch it immediately, but after three or four episodes, I realized that the main character and his brother are named Eric and Jake.

But, sometimes you need a name and have to come up with one some way or other. In The Card, I needed a name for the protagonist and his two friends. I ended up swiping the name Jason for the protagonist from friend and fellow author J. Scott Sharp, and the names Freddie and Brian I took from members of the band Queen!

7)  What is a typical day for you?

I’m not sure if I have a typical day. I know that currently, my life is dominated by the fact that I don’t have a routine. That’s a very bad thing for writers! Aside from my writing, I also have a business I run from home as well as another part-time job that doesn’t require a lot of hours, but is six days a week. So, my schedule is always fluctuating. Sometimes I’m a full-on night owl, and a week later I might be on a “normal” schedule. I have a pretty flexible work schedule, so when I sleep varies and drifts, which means I’m all over the place.

So, for now, I don’t really have a typical day. But, I do hope to pin down some sort of routine soon, as it’s been very difficult to write with the way things have been the past few months!

8)  What’s next? Do you have anything new in the works?

Right now, writing has been very difficult for me. Largely, this is due to the lack of a routine I just mentioned. However, I do have some projects that are in the works, when I can work on them. I’m still working on a story that I’ve been calling A Man With A Gun, which is a near-future sci-fi/western piece that may be a short story or could grow into something more substantial. I haven’t been able to work on it much lately, but it’s what I consider my “current project” – aside from getting Frostwalker finished and released, of course. There’s also a few other ideas and half-finished pieces that may or may not be worked on. Most notable of these is probably the long version of Out After Dark, which I haven’t worked on in well over a year. That’s at 14,000 words (still) but it’s something I really want to see come to fruition eventually.

So, nothing new to report aside from the same things I’ve been working on for the past few months. Of course, ideas are always coming to me!

Five Fun Shorts

1) Favorite movie?

This is a really tough one! I love movies, but it’s hard to say that I have a favorite. There are so many great movies out there! I’m going to cheat and give you a few: Army Of Darkness is great. I love the Indiana Jones movies. Star Trek movies are good, especially the earlier ones, and I really loved 2 through 4. The Matrix was great, and I even liked the sequels. A Knight’s Tale was lots of fun. Kate & Leopold was a good romantic flick. I really like all kinds of movies!

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My favorite of all of the Evil Dead movies!

Looks like we have similar tastes.

2)  Favorite genre (movies and books)?

I’m all over the place here as well. For books, I used to read a lot of fantasy stuff. But, these days I’m reading all kinds of things. Maybe a good example is to consider Stephen King’s catalog. He’s my favorite author and if you look at his work over the past several years, you note that while he’s considered a “horror author”, he’s really writing sci-fi and fantasy as much as anything else. My reading habits have similarly broadened, and I tend to read just about anything as long as it has a good story.

For movies, I likewise enjoy all sorts, but sci-fi, fantasy, and action are probably my favorites.

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I also love “The King!”

It’s a tie for me between Steven King and Dean Koontz!

3)  Beach or swimming pool?

Definitely swimming pool! I love the beach, but I prefer to actually swim rather than struggle against the tide. Not to mention that every time I go into the ocean I end up with something touching my foot. Who knows what it might be? Was it a fish? Some sort of jellyfish? A shark?! Cthulhu? That was almost certainly Cthulhu!

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Sorry Brandon:(

Even swimming pools aren’t safe from Cthulhu!

4)  Favorite comic book character?

The Punisher! Such a bad-ass. Very much driven by emotion, but still a hardcore dude, and in a universe where people with superpowers are everywhere, this guy is fighting evil without them. Just guns – lots of guns! I also always liked how much of the Punisher’s inventory of weaponry was largely based on real-world gear.

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I love The Punisher.

Also loved the first movie with Thomas Jayne!

He was perfect!

5)  Got a phobia?

I’ve got two! First, I don’t handle heights very well. I’ve always thought it was odd that I love flying, especially in small planes where you actually FEEL like you’re flying, but it is really hard for me to climb a ladder to the roof of my house. The second is bees – in particular, wasps and hornets. I have an unreasonable fear of them. They’re fast, they’re agile, they’re often aggressive, they can sting you multiple times, and it hurts like a mother! Maybe I’m not being so unreasonable after all…

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Killer bees!

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Thank you very much for interviewing me! It was lots of fun!

Thank you Brandon. I really enjoyed your answers.

I see we like a lot of the same things. Did I get a hint of H.P. Lovecraft in there somewhere?

So, there you have it folks.

For more about Brandon and his books, visit his website.

He has exciting excerpts, wonderful guest posts and some fun tours to follow.

You can also find him here:

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Books by Brandon R. Luffman

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The Card

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When a strange tarot card appears in a friend’s deck, Jason assumes it’s just a prank done in poor taste. But, when terrible events befall those around him, he must face the possibility that something sinister is afoot.

Death is closing in, along with a suspicious detective who believes that Jason may be the killer he’s stalking. With his life turned upside down, Jason finds that there are worse things to be hunted by than the authorities.

This 4,500 word short is a supernatural horror story in the spirit of the pulp era, but with a modern feel.

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Out After Dark

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A cat and mouse game played by those who stalk the night. Who is the hunter and who is prey? This 2,100 word short explores the classic vampire and hunter story from a different angle.

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