Saturday, October 12, 2019
Thursday, October 10, 2019
THE FOG, Book 1, by Hayley Lawson
The Fog
Book Oneby Hayley Lawson
Genre: Zom-com, Zombie, Comedy
Publisher: Hayley Lawson
Date of Publication: October 15, 2018
ASIN: B07JGNYW3R
Number of pages: 63
Word Count: 15,000
Tagline: “Zombies are here, and we're out of beer!”
Book Description:
The sharp, ear-shattering alert of the Emergency Broadcast System rang through the car. Alex scrambled to turn down the volume a few notches. “This is the Emergency Broadcast System. All citizens are encouraged to stay indoors. A fog is affecting people and—argh! Oh, God! Ah!”
The broadcast ended abruptly with a crackle.
Excerpt:
Alex slammed on
the brakes so hard that Benjamin’s face was nearly smashed into the passenger seat.
“Sorry, bro,” Alex said. “The person in front of me should’ve run the red
light.”
“Right,”
Benjamin replied, sighing.
Glumly, Benjamin
returned his attention to the window. Outside, New York City was bustling as
per usual, but a thick, white fog had rolled in and now lingered over the city
streets like a tattered piece of gossamer. Benjamin frowned. “Is there a cold
front moving in?” he asked.
“I don’t know,”
Alex replied. “What do I look like—a meteorologist?”
Benjamin
rolled his eyes.
Crackling filled
the car as Alex turned on the radio and toyed with the knob, trying to pick up
a station. With a sharp burst of sound, Britney Spears’s “Toxic” wafted into
the car. Benjamin massaged his temples. “Seriously?” he asked.
Alex hit the gas
pedal with too much force, propelling them abruptly back into the traffic.
“Don’t diss Britney,” Alex replied. “She is a gift to mankind, and I’ll have
you know that I love her more than life itself.”
Alex’s voice
sounded completely serious, too, as if he really would take a bullet for
Britney Spears. And sure, Benjamin could have complained, but instead, he
remained silent and slumped against the seat. At least, someone was happy. At
least, someone’s life wasn’t falling apart into a million pieces around them.
“Toxic” finally
ended and was replaced with a cacophony of commercials. Outside the car,
everything was white with fog. The traffic lights were blurred and barely
visible. They looked like distant stars.
Straightening, Benjamin glanced at Alex, who
seemed to have slowed his driving.
“Do you want to
pull over?” Benjamin asked, furrowing his brow. “This is bad.”
“I know, right?
It’s like something from an M. Night Shyamalan movie,” Alex replied, laughing
anxiously.
“Where did it
even come from, though?” Benjamin asked. “It was nice when I left my
apartment.”
“Maybe it
followed you,” Alex joked. “Any moment now, you’re going to gain your god-like
powers as Benjamin, Lord of the Fog!”
“Wouldn’t that
just tie up my week?” Benjamin asked. “I get godlike powers, and they aren’t
even anything useful.”
“That’s the way
the cookie crumbles!”
The sharp,
ear-shattering alert of the Emergency Broadcast System rang through the car.
Alex scrambled to turn down the volume a few notches. “This is the Emergency
Broadcast System. All citizens are encouraged to stay indoors. A fog is
affecting people and—argh! Oh, God! Ah!”
About the Author:
Hayley Lawson is an English author who currently resides in New York. When she's not writing, she spends her time watching movies and hanging out with her family.
Monday, October 7, 2019
FLESH by Laura Bickle
Flesh
by Laura Bickle
Genre: YA Horror
Date of Publication: September 19, 2017
ISBN: 9781537857992
ASIN: B074XBJ697
Number of pages: 307
Word Count: 76,573
Cover Artist: Danielle Fine
Book Description:
The dead are easy to talk to. Live people, not so much.
Charlie Sulliven thinks she knows all the secrets of the dead. Raised in a funeral home, she’s the reluctant “Ghoul Girl,” her reputation tied to a disastrous Halloween party. But navigating her life as a high school sophomore is an anxiety-inducing puzzle to her. She haunts the funeral home with her parents, emo older brother, Garth, their pistol-packing Gramma, and the glass-eyeball-devouring dachshund, Lothar.
Chewed human bodies are appearing in her parents’ morgue…and disappearing in the middle of the night. The bodies seem tied to a local legend, Catfish Bob, who has resurfaced in the muddy Milburn river near Charlie’s small town. When one of Charlie’s classmates, Amanda, awakens in the cooler as a flesh-eating ghoul, Charlie must protect her newfound friend and step up to unravel the mystery…and try to avoid becoming lunch meat for the dead.
Excerpt
“Amanda, I…Oh.”
I
don’t know what else to say. My brain just shuts down.
She
is wearing the sheet, wound around her like a toga. It trails behind her bare
feet, sort of like a painting about Greek goddesses I’ve seen in art books.
She’s leaning over another body stored in the cooler unit on a cart. Her back
is to me, and I can only see her pale skin and her burgundy-black hair
shuddering.
“Amanda.”
She
turns at the sound of my voice, seeming only to hear me for the first time. Her
face is covered in dark blood. In her hand, she’s holding a big chunk of purple
flesh. Her eyes are half-closed. The autopsy incision on the elderly body below
her has been ripped open, and I’m pretty sure that what she’s holding is a
lung.
“So
hungry…” she murmurs.
I
retreat until my back presses against the cold door. A whimper escapes my lips,
and I drop the laundry basket with a sharp crack of plastic on the tile floor.
This has to be a dream. A screwed-up anxiety dream that I’ll wake up from any
moment now…
Amanda’s
black eyes snap open. She stares at the chunk of flesh in her hand. “I…Agh…What’s
going on?”
Lothar
waddles over to her and begins to beg. Bile rises in my throat. “That’s Mrs.
Canner,” I manage to answer. “She’s seventy-two and died of surgery
complications for varicose veins. Deep vein thrombosis, I think. I don’t
remember.” I’m babbling, trying to keep the bile down.
Amanda
drops the lung with a wet splat. The dog scrambles to it and begins scarfing it
down. Her hands are trembling. She presses them to her temples. “I don’t
understand. I don’t understand.”
I
nudge the laundry basket closer to her with my foot. “I brought you some
clothes. And, um. Food. You should get dressed.”
I
think I should be afraid. I think I really ought to be. But Amanda seems
genuinely confused. She reaches for the clothes I’ve brought her. To be polite,
I know that I should really look away. But I can’t move. I am not turning my
back on her. My heart pounds, and I struggle to take deep, uneven breaths.
Amanda
unwinds the sheet and slips into my clothes. Though I avert my eyes, I see that
her shoulder and side are still torn open. But my mother hasn’t begun the
autopsy yet, so there is no Y-incision across her chest and abdomen.
“Do
you remember what happened to you?” I manage to ask. I congratulate myself for
having a rational thought. Woot.
Her
voice is halting, and her brow wrinkles as she struggles to button my jeans. “I
remember…something was chasing me. Jesus, it hurt…” Her hand comes up to her
neck, and she seems to remember, fingering the edges of the wound. “Am I in a
hospital?” she asks again.
I
suck in a breath. “No. You’re at my house.” It’s not a lie. Not really.
She
scans the room, as if registering the sight of the cadavers. “You’re the girl
whose parents run the funeral home. The Ghoul Girl.”
“It’s
gonna be okay,” I tell her.
“Why
am I here?” Her breath makes ghosts in the cold air.
“The
Sheriff found you, alongside the road.” That’s true also, even if not the whole
truth. “I think we should get you upstairs, so you can talk to my parents…”
She
shakes her head, and her dark hair slaps across her face. “No. I…Oh my god. I’m
here because…somebody thought I was dead?”
I
swallow hard. “Yeah.”
About the Author:
Laura Bickle grew up in rural Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder Woman doll. After graduating with an MA in Sociology-Criminology from Ohio State University and an MLIS in Library Science from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, she patrolled the stacks at the public library and worked with data systems in criminal justice. She now dreams up stories about the monsters under the stairs. Her work has been included in the ALA’s Amelia Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s Choose to Read Ohio reading list for 2015-2016.
More information about Laura’s work can be found at:
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Saturday, October 5, 2019
NEW FREE READ! UNSUB, a Paranormal Fantasy Horror Short
New and FREE!
UNSUB
UNSUB
A Paranormal Fantasy Horror Short
Word Count: 3.4K
Lt. Sean Walsh puts his reputation on the line
during the hunt for a vicious serial killer. The last thing he expected
was for the hunted to become the hunter.
Excerpt, and Link to get this ebook FREE!
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Thursday, October 3, 2019
I Have TWO 99c Specials for October! Check Them Out!
During the month of October, you can get either (or both!) ebook for 99 cents! (Available at this price only on Amazon and my website. Note: Click BUY EBOOK to get the Nook or PDF version.)
Rub My Pumpkin
Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, Book 1
Humorous Erotic Paranormal Urban Fantasy Romance
by Linda Mooney writing as Carolyn GreggWord Count: 15.5K
by Linda Mooney writing as Carolyn GreggWord Count: 15.5K
$0.99 e / $6.99 p
Once upon a time, there lived a man with five rambunctious daughters. They were an average American farming family except for one minor detail. The man was a warlock, and all of his daughters were witchlets—half witch and half human.
Once upon a time, there lived a man with five rambunctious daughters. They were an average American farming family except for one minor detail. The man was a warlock, and all of his daughters were witchlets—half witch and half human.
Rick Carr and his friend Booey come to Toppers Cove seeking employment at the seafood plant. For Rick, it is a chance to try and re-establish roots on the eastern coast, plus he hopes he can make a life out here.
He never expects to meet someone like Kimberly Blakeney. One glance, and he knows he's fallen in love, until he discovers she's a witch. A real witch. But despite that revelation, his feelings don’t change.
The only problem is, before he can sweep her off her feet, he first has to pass what she calls a "sex hex test" to prove they are meant to be together. Rick doesn’t mind, but what he doesn’t realize is that his best friend isn’t about let him fall under her spell...even if it means taking drastic measures.
Excerpt and Buy Links
Choice #2 - Or do you prefer this horror romance?
BLOOD TENDERLY
Paranormal Horror Romance
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Word Count: 11K
$0.99 e / $6.99 p / $6.95 a
Choice #2 - Or do you prefer this horror romance?
Paranormal Horror Romance
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Word Count: 11K
$0.99 e / $6.99 p / $6.95 a
With the cold weather quickly setting in, Lark is trying to
ensure she has what she needs to make it through another
bone-chilling winter in the cabin in the woods, but something has
decided to pay her a visit. The question is, who? Or better yet,
what?
There is a human invading his sanctuary, and he is
determined to get rid of her. Humans in the past have left of their
own accord, but not without a threat from him. However, this one is
proving difficult. But she’ll go. One way or another, he will make
her.
The thing is demanding that Lark leave, but she has nowhere
to go. No one who cares. So she's determined to stand her
ground.
After all, what does she have to lose, besides her life?
After all, what does she have to lose, besides her life?
Monday, September 30, 2019
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