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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Clarissa Johal explains why searching a spooky island is a bad idea, and Red Sonya Farish is almost here

The Witch's Lair is out!

Paperback copies have arrived, and that is a nice feeling. Three 5 star ratings so far, as well as lots of people grabbing a copy, so I am rather pleased. I've been accepted as a member of the Horror Writers Association, and thinking I should attend their next convention. Still await the arrival of #2. Another girl. As the lovely Dr. Farish is a redhead, does not read Conan, and the newest Farish could also be a redhead, I suggested Sonya. Chain mail onesie is on order. Not living the Castle life just yet, but I am getting there.

Today we have another horror writer, Clarissa Johal, who is here to give us all the details on her book The Island and why exploring a spooky island is best left to professionals or Scooby and the gang.

Exploring a remote island can sometimes get you into trouble.

Especially when you stumble upon a cave and awaken two demons.”


Rumors and superstition.

That’s what Emma thinks about local gossip concerning her grandmother’s “cursed” private island. Emma journeys to the island to ready it for sale. While out exploring, she unearths a hidden cave–a cave which holds answers to the island’s dark past.

There may be more to the rumors than she thought.

Excerpt from THE ISLAND:

She was jarred awake by a cry. The vestiges of her nightmare dissipated as she orientated herself. Nightmare. Emma let out a sigh of relief. The cry sounded again. A distant sound, high and wailing. A baby’s cry. Her heart quickened. Good god, surely that can’t be a baby?

The fire in the stove had burned down, its embers lending a glow to the living room. Emma looked out the front window. The yard was still. She unlocked the door and opened it a crack. The cry drifted in with the breeze, faint but unmistakable. She ran through her mind what possible bird or animal could make the sound and came up with nothing. Characteristically, the island was blanketed with silence, almost like a vacuum. She stood, uncertain. After several minutes, the sound started again—the unmistakable high wail of a baby. She slipped on her boots and parka.

Fog trailed like cobwebs in her wake. The mournful cry threaded through the trees and came from the direction of the house ruins. In spite of a growing anxiety at what she’d find, she quickened her pace. If that is a baby, it’s still alive, and I need to get to it. If it’s not a baby… She blocked out the possibilities of what else it could be.

She approached the ruins and the sound stopped. Her heart raced. I know it was coming from here. The area held an unnatural heaviness. A branch cracked behind her and she turned with a start. Something dark darted through the trees.

Hello?” Her voice sounded muffled in the fog. Emma’s attention snapped to the left. The dark figure ducked out of sight. She took one step backward, and fled.

Heavy footsteps echoed from behind as she plunged through the trees. They were catching up with her. Emma pushed herself to run faster, terrified she’d lose her footing on the uneven ground. The cabin loomed large, a haven in the thick fog. Stumbling across the cabin’s porch, she hurdled through the door and slammed it shut, locking it.

Emma rooted her feet to keep from running around in circles. Straining to hear, she was greeted with eerie silence. Several moments passed before the baby’s cry started again. And this time, it sounded from right outside the door.

Praise for THE ISLAND

A Bookaholic’s Fix: Feeding the Addiction “…simply brilliant…I loved how the suspense built throughout…I liked the fact that I never knew what to expect next. If it had been a movie, I would have chewed my nails down to the quick. As it was, I couldn’t put my Kindle down.”

Us Girls & A Book “It was an AWESOME book! I absolutely loved it! I would give it more than 5 stars if I could. This book gripped me right from the beginning. The suspense kept the pages turning. I couldn't put it down! This is the first I have read by this author, but it definitely will not be the last.”

Tammy’s Tea Time “I was left on the edge of my seat not willing to put my Nook down until I could know how it all would end.”

About the Author:

Clarissa Johal is the author of paranormal novels, THE ISLAND, VOICES, STRUCK, and BETWEEN. When she’s not listening to the ghosts in her head, she’s dancing, taking pictures of gargoyles, or swinging from a trapeze. She shares her life with her husband, two daughters, and every stray animal that darkens their doorstep.

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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Mari Hamill's got werewolf problems and freebies until 22 February.

The Witch' Lair is out!

Available via Amazon or Smashwords, in almost every available format you could want.

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The Witch's Lair is currently number three or four best selling horror novel over at Smashwords. I already have my first 5 star review, and OneBookTwo is running a contest until February 22nd. Three people can each win a free signed paperback copy of any one of my books.

Contest ends February 22nd, so enter now, no shipping charges, no signing up, no strings, just a contest where you might win a free book from me.

In keeping with Valentine's Day, and my love for the Paranormal, I've reached out a bit to bring you an author more interested in the romance of the story and less in the slash/burn/ creepiness factor – maybe. Mari Hamill presents her debut novel Werewolf Nights -

Excerpt -

Catherine Mercy sat on the emerald-green grass of Wereville’s Yellowtoothed Park, confident that the date that would arrive in a matter of minutes would in no way alter the course of her life. The park contained the assumed estimated location where the town’s legendary werewolf-Viking founders planted their flag upon arriving centuries ago. Those were the times for interesting destiny dislodging occurrences such as werewolf settlements if, that is, they ever took place in Wereville.

Many debates between historians and cartographers took place before Wereville established the official landmark. The issue almost made it to federal court until, in 1983, Wereville’s mayor, Lars Speck, to prevent national embarrassment—although Willow Creek in California got away with its kooky Bigfoot stories—picked the spot by throwing a sibylline javelin and declaring the northern god Tyr had guided his hand.

Harboring thoughts of gods and werewolves, Catherine looked at Wereville’s flag undulating on its pole, hung there on special occasions, and felt a twinge of sourness in her belly. Yellowtoothed Park attracted unsettling events. If her date were to go well, she might find herself walking into the unknown once again, and for seven years now, she had learned to cherish her routine. So although she had a rendezvous, she anticipated with excitement that she’d make it a short one.

Jared, Catherine’s date, walked toward her, waving hello with both hands. His attractive face blocked the werewolf emblem of the banner from Catherine’s view. With his deep brown eyes, he stared at Catherine with delight. Her hair in a ponytail and the absence of makeup didn’t detract from the lovely, innocent-looking facial features that summoned adventure and sometimes even trouble. The soothing murmur of the nearby creek’s flow muted Catherine’s stabbing thoughts about her tragic past.

Thanks for coming on a date with me. Ever since high school, I’ve been curious about you,” Jared said, opening a checkered yellow-and-purple picnic blanket for them to sit on.

I had no idea. That was a long time ago,” Catherine responded, reluctantly moving to the blanket. She preferred staying on the grass, but he insisted, saying their pants would get wet and sticky. Her contrived response, aimed at redirecting the banter away from the past, failed.

You had Jimmy and Frank, but now that they both, well …” Jared stopped, making sure the blanket was flat on the ground before he sat down. Catherine curled up, putting one hand around her bended knees and the other on the blanket for support. Jared hit the target: the only unsealed wound in her past and a reason—or better said, the main reason— she despised dating. The topic of her former flames popped up as if it had recently been in the local news.

Disappeared … passed away,” Catherine said.

Right,” Jared responded, playing with his chestnut hair.

Everyone in town knew about Jimmy’s disappearance the summer after their senior year in high school. He’d been Catherine’s sweetheart. Everybody bet that Catherine and Jimmy would marry. Years later, Frank, her husband, died in a boating accident. Police speculated the Great Lakes swallowed his body. Upon revisiting her love life, Catherine’s shoulders curled up an inch. The knots around her neck tightened. She could feel warm tears seeping behind her eyelids, and although nothing came out, her eyelashes felt sticky. Jared’s move had been a low blow, perhaps aimed at placing her in a vulnerable emotional zone. Using a meditation technique her best friend, Anne, taught her, Catherine quickly set her eyes on Jared and focused on the breeze on her cheeks, the fish in the stream, and the ten different hues of green she could count. But only thoughts of her bakery’s rising bread and the warm scent of hot chocolate placed her back on kilter.

She remembered Jared as the too-cool-for-school type with a rock band, usually wearing black clothes, thick eyeliner, and long hair. In contrast, today he looked preppy: khaki pants and a blue shirt. His hair was cut short. He looked good enough to make a woman proud. Anne claimed that, during middle school, Jared picked the seat next to Catherine’s in English class. Catherine denied this. But every day in the middle school cafeteria, a dessert would make its way to the front of Catherine’s plate, where it sat untouched. Catherine dreaded that her classmates would assume she took gifts from punks.

Jared was Catherine’s prime suspect. Napkins served as gift cards, but Catherine, pretending she had allergies, would blow her nose casually with it without daring to read the fine print in front of everyone. To Catherine’s relief, Claus, a very quiet chubby guy who kept to himself, would eat the sweet treat.

Catherine’s and Jared’s hands sat an inch from one another’s. His hand drew closer to Catherine’s pinkie every few minutes, but finally she placed her hand in the pocket of the khaki cargo pants she wore paired with a white T-shirt.

I don’t really date, but I’m giving this a try. My friend Anne insisted. She says I need to get out there.”

I’ll thank her then. I know why you don’t date, but with me, you don’t have to worry. I’m prepared to handle a woman like you. I’m not afraid. Here …”

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Werewolf-Nights-Mari-Hamill-ebook/dp/B016OTXS8Q/

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itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/werewolf-nights/id1055590766

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Mari Hamill begins her career as a novelist with Werewolf Nights. She has an English degree from Harvard, a comparative literature degree from the Sorbonne Nouvelle, and a PhD, also in comparative literature, from the University of Michigan–Ann Arbor. Middlebury College, the Johannes Gutenberg University, and McGill University are among the other institutions where she’s pursued academic endeavors. A world traveler, she speaks Spanish, French, German, and a little Italian. The Princess Bride, Harry Potter, Don Quijote, Love in the Time of Cholera, and Archie Comics have served as an inspiration for her work. Her love of fantasy began in her family’s comic book store, Metro Comics, located in Guaynabo, Puerto Rico.

After residing in Guaynabo, Cambridge, Boston, Ann Arbor, Middlebury, Montreal, Lausanne, Paris, Venice, Italy, Mainz, Vallejo, and Chapel Hill, she now lives in Venice, California, and dedicates her free time to community service.

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Main Character's motivations

Catherine, a widowed baker, struggles to make ends meet and make her bakery a successful business. Although she avoids the pains of love, she finds inspiration in helping others.

A famous movie star, Greg Byron lives to work and entertain others. Nonetheless, he’s willing to risk everything for the people he cares about.

Pain and desperation drive Wolfern to commit atrocious acts. He’s a mythological werewolf in search of a love he once lost. Whenever he encounters a young woman, he confuses her with his deceased wife. Upon the realization that he’s met the wrong lady, disappointment leads him to kill her.

What are their secret strengths/ weaknesses?

Catherine has a troubled past and has lost courage and incentive due to her traumas. In spite of interacting with many people at her bakery, she lives an isolated life. During the course of the novel, situations will arise that will test her bravery and adventure spirit.

From the outside, Greg appears to have the privileged life of a movie star. He’s surrounded by fans and glamour, but inwardly, he craves stability, community, and true love. Once he meets Catherine, his capacity to love and deal with difficult situations has a chance to shine.

Steve loves to read about werewolves and dreams of encountering one someday. His ambition makes him a bit eccentric in others’ eyes. However, he’s a loyal friend worthy of Catherine’s trust.

Any philosophical issues in this story?

Werewolf Nights deals with belief and superstition. In Wereville, the town’s setting, what people deem real and imaginary changes depending on circumstance.

To save themselves, Catherine, Greg, and Steve will have to explore the town’s mythology and figure out if there’s any truth to the werewolf lore before the full moon threatens to bring tragedy.

Any offbeat obscure or 80s references?

Werewolf Nights has chapters of the main characters’ teenage years intertwined with the present drama. Those teenage years have elements of the 80’s. High school friends Catherine, Jimmy, Frank, and Anne participate in dances and activities reminiscent of the eighties.

When did you start to write this one and why?

The original idea came to me more than ten years ago. I wanted to write about love and werewolves. However, it wasn’t until three years ago that I had the time to sit and write the story. I wanted to write an entertaining, but scary book. The more I read about werewolf myths, the more excited I became about creating a town that claimed to have been founded by werewolves.

What's next in this series or in your next book?

The Full Moon Bakery will be the sequel to Werewolf Nights. A series of gruesome murders take place in Wereville prompting our main characters to investigate whether werewolves are behind them.

Preview of your next book?

I don’t have a preview yet, but as soon as I do, I’ll post it on my websites www.werewolfnightsbook.com http://marihamill.com/ and Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/MariHamillAuthor/ . So stay tuned!

When will it be available?

Hopefully within the next year, but I’m still negotiating the release date with my muses.
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Werewolf-Nights-Mari-Hamill-ebook/dp/B016OTXS8Q/

Barnes & Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/werewolf-nights-mari-hamill/1119631278

itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/werewolf-nights/id1055590766

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Thank you very much Mari.

So again, contest! Win free stuff!

Enter before the 24th of February or be prepared to be sad and wonder what if?

Next week we have the very talented Clarissa Johal who will be discussing her book The Island.


Links to my stuff

Junior Inquisitor Book One

Soulless Monk Book Two
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Inquisitor Series - http://goo.gl/5lCyaX
The Witch’s Lair Book Three

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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Richard Schiver's All Roads Lead to Terror, and how to win free book from me.

If you haven't seen the links to pre-order The Witch's Lair, you've been hiding out for the last week or so. They're at the bottom as usual. If anyone is hunting for free paperback copies, check out https://onebooktwo.wordpress.com/2016/02/14/win-inquisitor-series-books/ as starting on the 14th of February, they'll post a review of The Witch's Lair and run a contest. Winners will receive a free signed book, your choice of which one, from me. Yes, I will pay to mail it to you, and personalize in almost anyway you desire. Three winners will be chosen, so make sure you check out their reviews and enter to win.

This week we are back to good old fashioned horror with Richard Schiver's All Roads Lead to Terror. Take it away Richard.


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The horrors of the past meet the brutality of the present.

Four boys strengthen the bonds of their friendship, while taking their first hesitant steps into adulthood, as they face the brutality of an old, new world. They will be tested at every step in their journey, as they travel through a blasted land where the only hope is for a swift death followed by an endless sleep. Survival lay in the firepower they carried, coupled with their willingness to use it, and their ability to trust each other with their own lives.

In Richmond they will be confronted by a savage cult of children who worship a creature of the night. An ancient being that feeds on the fear of its victims, delving into their innermost secrets, revealing half forgotten nightmares that lay like a rotting carcass at the heart of their souls. These creatures, once viewed as nothing more than the nightmare imaginings of fevered mind, are now awake in a world where the population that once served as their food source has been reduced.

Awake and very, very, hungry.

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Excerpt -
From the shadowy depths of the cooler came the sound of someone moving, the rustle of fabric, the thump of flesh against steel. Halting footsteps approached through the shadows as a shape slowly materialized like a ghost emerging from the night. Maria staggered into view, her flesh had become mottled and gray, cataracts filled her eyes, lending them a silvery glow, and her mouth was twisted into a grimace as she worked it in anticipation. She was nude, but none of them felt any longing or desire for the twisted form that presented itself.
The four boys stepped back as she staggered out of the cooler, her gaze fixed on Einstein as she reached for him with hands that had been twisted into claws.
You know what you have to do,” Meat said as he handed Einstein his pistol, “give her peace.”
Einstein looked from the pistol in his hand to Maria, and back again as tears slid down his cheeks. “I can’t,” he said.
It has to be you,” Window said as he took another step back, opening the distance between them.
Maria had stopped and stood staring at Einstein, her head tilted to one side much like a dog will tilt its head when its owner speaks to it. Her expression smoothed for a moment, it was as if even in her state she recognized Einstein, and was waiting for him to do what he must.
I can’t,” Einstein said, handing the pistol to Meat and turning his back on Maria as he took several steps away. She staggered towards him, jerkily placing one foot in front of the other, her hands working in anticipation of tearing into warm, living, flesh. At the last moment she turned towards Window.
Without hesitation Window drew his revolver, his thumb pulling back the hammer with practiced ease, so fast that to the naked eye his hand moved in a blur. From the hip he fired, it was a shot he had worked on throughout his short life, and the round stayed true to his aim, striking Maria on the bridge of her nose and plowing into her brains to end the mockery that was her life.
Later, with time to reflect, they would wonder if in those final moments a small spark of what remained of Maria had not turned her towards the only one she knew who would put an end to the miserable existence that lay before her.
For the time though three of them watched as she crumpled to the floor, the fourth having done the only thing he could in that situation. Turning his back to let those who were more capable, finish a task he could never complete.

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All Roads is frankly Stephen King's Stand By Me, with zombies. But not too many. To call this a zombie novel would be a misnomer. First and foremost this is a coming-of-age drama, written by a man with a deft hand for characterization, set within a dystopian backdrop. -- Mark Taylor, author of Witches: Tea Party

"It is tough to scare readers that are looking to be scared. ALL ROADS LEAD TO TERROR has characters with dimensions, flaws, and flawed relationships. The threat is fed well and builds fear in the characters that transfers to the reader. This story is a credit to the genre and worth your time." -- Jay Wilburn, author of The Dead Song Legend Dodecology.

Despite the death and horror, I walked with these boys willingly as I read the book, listening to my lessened echo, glad to have made my way intact through to the end, and looking forward to the next book in the series.” Fairness in everything

It's a very interesting tale that will pull you in and keep you turning pages and pulling for the main characters. It isn't my usual story, but I really enjoyed it and rooting for the heroes. I wouldn't advise eating while you read if you have a sensitive stomach--but I would recommend reading it. I look forward to the other books in this series!”

Cindy Cowles Amazon reviewer


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Author Bio
Richard was born in Frostburg, Maryland, in the winter of '58' and currently lives eight miles away. A five-year stint with the military allowed him to see what he wanted of the world. Married with four grown children and eight grandchildren, he and his wife provide a home to four pets that are spoiled beyond rotten.

In addition to writing daily he works a full time job in retail, and piddles around in his wood-shop making one mess after another when time permits.

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He can be contacted directly at rschiver@gmail.com and would be delighted to hear from you.

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Thank you very much for stopping by Richard. Again if you want a chance to win a FREE personalized copy of any of the books in The Inquisitor Series books, go to
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Junior Inquisitor Book One



Soulless Monk Book Two

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Inquisitor Series - http://goo.gl/5lCyaX
The Witch’s Lair Book Three


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