Monday, October 31, 2022
Saturday, October 29, 2022
Check Out THE BOND, Elemental Book One, a HORROR/DARK FANTASY/PARANORMAL/MM by Xavier Axelson
Four men are about to discover things are definitely not what they seem…including themselves. Declan Makavoy, small town farmer and single father, finds out it’s not just his thumb that’s green. Ivan Soresceau, a local reporter, who always plays with fire in life and love, is about to discover what it means to be burned. Chester Silberglocke, the ailing but sage chiropractor, finds his death only the beginning of an atmospheric afterlife. Vinny Pirelli, the local swimming champ may make waves inside and outside the pool but has no idea he is the last piece in a dangerous and life-changing puzzle. Seduction and unearthly occurrences are only the beginning in what proves to be a race against time as Declan, Ivan, Chester, and Vinny are pitted against a dark force beyond imagination, in the ultimate battle of good versus evil.
In a small New England town, three men, each facing unthinkable horrors, must rely on their friendship to destroy an evil beyond imagination.
GENRE: HORROR/DARK FANTASY/PARANORMAL/MM
LENGTH: 651 PAGES
About Xavier Axelson: Xavier Axelson is a writer and columnist living in Los Angeles. Axelson’s work has been featured in various erotic and horror anthologies including Best Gay Erotica 2016 Volume 2, Best Gay Erotica 2015.
Longer written works include “The Incident”, “Dutch’s Boy”, “The Birches”, “Earthly Concerns”, “Velvet,” and “Lily”.
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Friday, October 28, 2022
Thursday, October 27, 2022
Monday, October 24, 2022
Saturday, October 22, 2022
New! FOREVER, TIVA - a Horror Romance by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Horror Romance
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Word Count: 14.2K
$1.99 e
In
a post-apocalyptic world, Tiva is running for her life when she stumbles across
three survivors who save her from a horde of those
things,
whatever they are now. The creatures aren’t people anymore. They’re…infected.
Struggling to find food, she soon realizes luck was on her side when Russ and
his crew welcome her into the safety of their warehouse.
It seems not many survivors remain in what’s
left of the world, so they figure they’d do better to stick together. Besides,
Russ hasn’t known the love of a woman in a long time, and he and Tiva
immediately feel the connection.
As the days pass, the crew takes turns keeping
watch for the undead. Russ and Tiva vow to be there for each other should they
get bitten. If the inevitable should happen, it wouldn’t be much of an
afterlife, wandering aimlessly and killing innocent people.
Thursday, October 20, 2022
Monday, October 17, 2022
These Audiobooks Are Now Available On ALL Platforms
These audiobooks are now available on ALL platforms. Besides Audible/Amazon, you can also find them at Barnes & Noble, Google, Apple, Kobo, Chirp, Scribd, BingeBooks, and SPOTIFY, as well as many other sites! Or you can buy them direct from me!
Saturday, October 15, 2022
Thursday, October 13, 2022
Tuesday, October 11, 2022
Check Out VAMPIRE MUSINGS, Articles and Short Stories Compiled by Bertena Varney
Consumed by Carrie Rogers
1909
In late March London, I
decided to begin a new life. All of the people who I cared for were gone.
Headed off to find something new, I made my way through the busy streets.
Beggars lined the route to the Atlantic transport.
Stepping to the ticket
window, I asked, "where is the boat headed?"
"America," He
answered.
"One, please!"
I said, handing the man my money. He gave me a ticket and asked my name.
"Randis Blackburn."
He wrote my name along with the other ship passengers.
"Age?"
"22." seems
like a good number. After all, my age was unbelievable.
I was waiting for my
turn to board the ship. Watching the ship's two giant smokestacks as they
puffed angrily. Parents said goodbye to their children, knowing they might
never see them again. A child smiled, waving frantically. I waved back. Her
smile was sweet, intentions pure. The feeling of life surged through me. Would
I have the strength to leave if I had a child?
"Excuse me,"
a quiet voice said, breaking me from my thoughts. I stepped to the side,
apologizing for being in her way. “Is that yours?" she asked, looking down
at an old worn brown trunk that sat at my feet.
"No," I
answered, gazing into her deep green eyes. I was frozen in place by the depth
of her stare. There was something familiar about her; I couldn't say what. She
bent down, picking up the lock in her hand. She turned the key, opening the
lock. She let out a sigh of relief as she pulled open the trunk.
The smell of wild roses
filled the air around me. She turned and smiled at me quickly before shutting
the lid. The scent of roses hit me once again. Locking the trunk and standing
to her feet, she held her lacey gloves that she had taken from the chest in her
pale hands. With a smile, she said,
"Good day,
sir."
"Please, Call me
Randis," I stuttered out.
"You are?" I
asked as I took her hand, slowly lifting it to my lips and kissing her warm
hand gently. I looked up to see her rosy cheeks. I had made her blush.
"Sarah." She
said in a nervous voice.
"Nice to make your
acquaintance, Sarah." Holding her hand in mine, I said, "Safe
journey."
"Same to you,
Randis," she said, pulling her hand from mine.
As she walked away, I
felt that a part of me was now missing. I felt so alone, more alone than I ever
had, as she disappeared into the crowd.
Monday, October 10, 2022
Check Out Messengers of the Macabre: Halloween Poems by LindaAnn LoSchiavo and David Davies
Secrets
of the Spell
I. Wasted Breath
Spite stirred in guts like poison mixed incake.
Insistent maleness and disparity
Assembled heated breath, enough to hex
A British play. Heed this — or rue the day.
Old
Scottish combat zones, intent on war’s
Mythology and trophies, replicate
Themselves wherever men fish for acclaim
To get their stories splashed across the stars—
In letters, law, or laboratories.
When males engage with chemicals, rank brines,
Intent on alchemy, employing fire,
Rapt by discoveries perhaps benign,
They’re being scientific, praised.
They’ll bask
Inbacklit glows that manly fame bestows.
The
patriarchy does its best to hoard
Awards —
like weapons needed for attacks.
When
females huddle over cauldron smoke,
Ancestral recipes astir once more,
Rapt by solutions stronger than strychnine,
Which sheriff thought, “Girls having fun
outdoors!”?
Suspicious scribes malign spell-casting crones,
Implying they are doing devil’s work.
The
patriarchy does its best to warn,
Forbid,
discourage daughters, sisters, wives
By
commandeering rights to accolades.
Distrust of women’s power led to laws.
In 1542, King Henry VIII
Signed Britain’s first Witchcraft Act. Hundreds died,
Even if those accused denied the charge.
II.
Macbeth
Elizabethan dramatists — all men! —
Put witches in the plot for novelty.
Meanwhile,
witch hunts harassed the innocent.
Misogyny’s
increase deserved byplay.
Real
sorceresses jinxed “the Scottish play,”
Their hex
comeuppance. Bloodshed was repaid.
Macbeth depicts a pagan coven —
though
Their wisdom’s minimized by childish speech
Like “Double, double, toil, and trouble” — rhymes
For children, to infantilize this spell.
With “eye of newt, toe of frog,” thespians
Portraying the Weird Sisters cursed the Thane
Of Cawdor, who rebelled against his king.
Macbeth’s debut was struck— streaked
with bad luck.
III. Met Death
Before Scene 5, the Bard went backstage — found
Lady Macbeth mystifyingly dead,
Unnerving King James in his royal box.
Which elements affected Brits the
most?
Staged sorcery incited constant fear
His majesty intensified with trials.
Mark my words: women have always fought back,
Preserved infernal mysteries. Bewitched.
Dark invocations learned by stealth live on.
Macbeth’s
unholy spell won’t be withdrawn
‘Til every
“witch’s” unfair death is mourned.
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