Spotlight On Tammy Jo Eckhart #Imaginarium


SPOTLIGHT ON: TammyJo Eckhart


How did you get involved in the upcoming Imaginarium convention?

            I met Stephen through several science fiction conventions.


What is your latest release and what genre is it?

            Book three of the “Beyond the Soften of His Fur” trilogy.


            Genre is a very interesting question because I “don’t do genre well” meaning that I’m more of a cross-genre sort of author.  It can be found under “erotica,” “romance,” “furry,” and “science fiction”.


Quick description of it.

            BSHF is a science fiction tale of scientific potential, economic enslavement, and how water impacts global stability, but primarily it is about how love and fear drive one family to fight for their freedom.


Something unique about it.

            I think the coupling of erotic scenes with honest assessments of power throughout society with a focus on the personal changes of the character is not what most people expect if they think “romance” or “erotica” or “furry.”  I don’t like to do what is expected, my goal is to tell the story regardless of what that takes.


Links for people to buy it.




            All Romance Books:


Your promo links.

            You can find the start of the first chapter at the publisher here:

            You can also find the first chapter of book 2 here:


Your short Bio.

            Several small presses have published TammyJo Eckhart’s fiction and non-fiction since 1996.  A skilled storyteller, TammyJo enjoys reading her fiction to live audience so she is happy to travel in her region to perform readings, sell/sign books, and lead workshops and discussions on various subjects. TammyJo earned her PhD in ancient history with minors in women’s history and folklore in November 2007 from Indiana University, and uses both her scholarly knowledge and twelve years teaching experience in her work.  She is the proud and very busy founder of The Chocolate Cult as well as an active book reviewer and RPGer.  She lives in Indiana with her husband and secondary partner who inspired the BSHF Trilogy.


“Imaginarium is an entire convention centered on creative writing taking place September 19-21 in Louisville KY, featuring over 140 panels and workshops organized into 12 categories.  Over 130 professional guests will be featured in the programming, covering all aspects of creative writing in the worlds of books, eBooks, screenplays, comics/graphic novels, and even game design.  All of it is set within a fun, convention atmosphere that includes activities like a Masquerade, gaming room, film festival, and more.  Please visit for further information.”

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Spotlight On J.H. Glaze #Imaginarium




How did you get involved in the upcoming Imaginarium convention?

I have been a guest author at Fandom Fest for 2 years where I met Stephen.



What is your latest release and what genre is it?

Night of the Living Inflatable Love Dolls – Horror

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Quick description of it.

From a ruptured, spurting vein of the cult zombie classics you love, comes a story that takes the genre in an entirely twisted new direction.

When a trucking accident causes a top secret chemical weapon to spill over a load of adult novelty toys, all hell breaks loose outside a sleepy rural town. Now, as the terror spreads through the countryside, the sheriff and townsfolk must decide whether to fight the oncoming horde of killer sex toys or call in the military for assistance.

Lock up the kids, bring in the dogs, turn down the lights, and prepare for a new brand of horror unlike anything you have yet experienced.


Something unique about it.

An entirely new type of zombie menace – blow up love dolls, and other sex toys.

Though with this type of villain, there is no sex in the book at all.



Links for people to buy it.


Your promo links.


Your short Bio.

Living in the heart of the South, J.H. Glaze spins tales that will grab you by the throat and not let you go until the last page. If you are a fan of Horror, Thrillers, Action, and like the occasional dash of Humor in the mix, Glaze is the author who should be on your reading short list. His stories are packed with punch and wit, and when you meet him at a Horror/SciFi/Fantasy convention, he will dare you to pick one up, read a few paragraphs and try to stop reading – if you can.

With multiple titles under his belt, Glaze has established a solid reputation as a writer. When his characters aren’t screaming, their cool and natural dialog will draw you into their world and set you up for some of the most unique plot twists you have ever encountered.

Step into the vortex of the writings of J.H. Glaze. When you reach the final page of each of his stories, you will find yourself shaking your fist at the sky and screaming what most everyone who reads him does, “I WANT MORE!”

Glaze draws inspiration for his tales from the adventurous life he has lived and the unusual people he has met along the way. He was born and raised in Niles, Ohio, but currently lives in Atlanta with his wife, Susan, three dogs and a parrot who bites him whenever it gets the chance.


“Imaginarium is an entire convention centered on creative writing taking place September 19-21 in Louisville KY, featuring over 140 panels and workshops organized into 12 categories.  Over 130 professional guests will be featured in the programming, covering all aspects of creative writing in the worlds of books, eBooks, screenplays, comics/graphic novels, and even game design.  All of it is set within a fun, convention atmosphere that includes activities like a Masquerade, gaming room, film festival, and more.  Please visit for further information.”

Spotlight On Tiffini Johnson #Imaginarium

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SPOTLIGHT ON: Tiffini Johnson

How did I get involved in the upcoming Imaginarium convention?

 I was invited by a fellow writer and Stephen Zimmer.

Latest Book & Genre   

“Dance For Me,” Drama

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Quick Description:  

It is a book about child sex trafficking.  Maelea is a young girl in Camodia, living with her parents and sister. When her younger sister becomes sick with dengue fever, Maelea is sold to a brothel.   The next two years detail horrific torture and sexual abuse before one horrifying act of terror acts as a saving grace.

Something Unique About It:  

It is written in first person by a young girl who is currently experiencing sexual, physical and mental abuse as a result of child sex trafficking.

Links to Buy:  

Amazon, Barnes and Noble

Promo Links:

Short Bio:  

Tiffini Johnson is an internationally award winning author who first began writing when she was only 8 years old!   Today, she lives in Nashville, TN with her two young daughters.  She is a social advocate for children in need and has been recognized for her work with abused teens.  Two of her books are required reading in schools across the nation.    She has 8 books published, including the critically acclaimed  “Broken” and “The Character.”   The best part of her bio is that she is now living happily ever after!


“Imaginarium is an entire convention centered on creative writing taking place September 19-21 in Louisville KY, featuring over 140 panels and workshops organized into 12 categories.  Over 130 professional guests will be featured in the programming, covering all aspects of creative writing in the worlds of books, eBooks, screenplays, comics/graphic novels, and even game design.  All of it is set within a fun, convention atmosphere that includes activities like a Masquerade, gaming room, film festival, and more.  Please visit for further information.”

Spotlight On Amy McCorkle #Imaginarium




How did you get involved in the upcoming Imaginarium convention?

I’ve known Stephen for three or four years now and when he explained his vision for a literary convention with a film festival attached I thought this could be something really special and jumped right on board.


What is your latest release and what genre is it?

Blackout: An Aurora Black Novel, it’s noir meets paranormal as in psychic capabilities.

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Quick description of it.

A young woman is found alive in a sealed box dead bodies. An undercover spy for the government finds her and spirits her to safety. Over time he becomes her mentor. Tormented by visions of his death Aurora must come to grips with her supernatural gift in order to have a chance at saving him.


Something unique about it.

It’s not a romance.


Links for people to buy it.


Your promo links.


Your short Bio.

Born and raised in the Bluegrass state of Kentucky Amy writes as Kate Lynd and currently has eight Amazon Bestsellers, 13 books out, 4 more coming this year, and a documentary Letters to Daniel has just been accepted into its third film festival. She loves hearing from her readers you can contact her at


“Imaginarium is an entire convention centered on creative writing taking place September 19-21 in Louisville KY, featuring over 140 panels and workshops organized into 12 categories.  Over 130 professional guests will be featured in the programming, covering all aspects of creative writing in the worlds of books, eBooks, screenplays, comics/graphic novels, and even game design.  All of it is set within a fun, convention atmosphere that includes activities like a Masquerade, gaming room, film festival, and more.  Please visit for further information.”


Spotlight on Tony Acree #Imaginarium




How did you get involved in the upcoming Imaginarium convention?

I follow Stephen Zimmer around and try to bask in whatever glory he allows to fall by the wayside.


What is your latest release and what genre is it?

My latest release is the supernatural thriller, The Watchers.


Quick description of it.

Sequel to my bestseller, The Hand of God, part of the Victor McCain bounty hunter series. Picture Die Hard meets Stephen King. Vic and the rest of the Scooby-gang battle an ancient evil, buried during the dawn of man, now trying to recapture their place of dominance over the world. 


Something unique about it.

I offer a different take on the Watchers, mentioned in the book of Enoch. Add in radical militias, the mob and dash of romance and you get a fast thrill ride.


Links for people to buy it.


Your promo links.


Twitter: @Tonyacree



Your short Bio.

Amazon bestselling author, Tony Acree, likes putting characters in situations they think they will never survive, and find out if they’re right. He lives near Louisville, Kentucky with his wife, twin daughters, two female dogs, a female cat, and says the way the goldfish looks at him, he’s sure she’s female, too.


“Imaginarium is an entire convention centered on creative writing taking place September 19-21 in Louisville KY, featuring over 140 panels and workshops organized into 12 categories.  Over 130 professional guests will be featured in the programming, covering all aspects of creative writing in the worlds of books, eBooks, screenplays, comics/graphic novels, and even game design.  All of it is set within a fun, convention atmosphere that includes activities like a Masquerade, gaming room, film festival, and more.  Please visit for further information.”

Day 4 – MandoWriMo

I’ve just completed the first four days of my August 60k in 30 days goal. Yeah, I know how many days August has. 62k in 31 days doesn’t sound right, though. It gives me a day to rest…

Anyway, I’ve listed the 7 projects to complete on my dry erase board for the month and so far so good… I should be 8k into the writing and I’m already breaking 10k in the four days. Not too shabby, especially when you consider I lost all of Saturday to a birthday party and then watching a 10 Things You Didn’t Know About… marathon starring Henry Rollins. Still love this guy. 

But I feel really good. I’ve been jumping from project to project and knocking down the words needed each day. A couple of the shorter ones will be done in the next day or so, and then I can work more on the longer pieces. I’m writing in whichever one I want, and not adding anything else to the pile right now. 

I’ll keep you posted… and keep myself writing. 


Guest Post: Russell R. James


Black Magic

When I moved to Florida, people said “Aren’t you afraid of hurricanes?” I laughed. What were the odds?

In 2005, I got my hurricane. Actually, I got three. This triumvirate of terror ruined the entire summer for the state. All three hit my house. Hard.

A hurricane is an exercise in fear. Weather hits all the extremes; high wind, blinding rain, hail, tornadoes, waterspouts, floods. You always think your home is your literal castle, a concrete block fortress against animals, insects and the elements, the place to go to be safe. A hurricane tests those assumptions. At some point the awful realization hits: all that stands between you and the howling hell outside is a thin pane of glass. One flying branch shatters it, and inside becomes outside in seconds.

Just like you know the character in the hockey mask always kills again, you know the power to house is going to go out. You ride out the storm, watching the hurricane track on the TV news, just waiting for the inevitable blip of the screen and the plunging of the house into darkness. The arrival of that inevitable darkness is almost a relief.

Then the next clock starts running. How long will food in the refrigerator last? How much canned food have we got? Did we buy enough bottled water? You worry that the candles will burn down the house.

While the backyard fills with water, you realize that you are utterly powerless. You can’t muscle the storm away, you can’t reason with it. For the hours or days it thrashes your home, you are at its mercy.

In BLACK MAGIC, my May release from Samhain, a sorcerer calls forth a hurricane to level South Florida. The citizens of Citrus Glade go through hell to survive the storm. I’ve been told that the storm sections are harrowing. For this novel, I used that basic bit of writer’s advice: “Write what you know.” Buy yourself a copy and experience a hurricane the best way possible, vicariously.

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In this magic shop the magic is real. And the trick is on you.

Citrus Glade is a dying town that needs new businesses, but the one that just opened is doing much more harm than good. Stranger Lyle Miller’s magic shop seems to only stock what its select customers desire. When four outcast boys buy common party tricks, only Lyle knows what those tricks can really do. As subtle changes occur around town, a few residents realize that something is amiss…and getting worse. But it may already be too late. Lyle’s black magic has empowered more townspeople to help him execute his Grand Adventure, a plan that will reduce the town, and half the state, to rubble.


Russell R. James was raised on Long Island, New York and spent too much time watching Chiller, Kolchak: The Night Stalker, and The Twilight Zone, despite his parents’ warnings. Bookshelves full of Stephen King and Edgar Allan Poe didn’t make things better. He graduated from Cornell University and the University of Central Florida. 

After a tour flying helicopters with the U.S. Army, he now spins twisted tales best read in daylight. He has written the paranormal thrillers Dark Inspiration, Sacrifice, Black Magic and Dark Vengeance. He has two short story collections, Tales from Beyond and Deeper into Darkness. His next novel, Dreamwalker, releases in 2015.

His wife reads what he writes, rolls her eyes, and says “There is something seriously wrong with you.” 

August Is MandoWriMo – Catchy, Right?


I’ve been having loads of fun these past months, going to horror conventions and running the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour right after doing Authors Supporting Our Troops, and doing a month of promotion for my latest release, Dying Days 4… but now it’s time to get serious again… the actual goal each day, each week and each month is to write. Right?

I have quite a few projects I’m working on right now (I’ll list them below so you get an idea of the crunch) and need to get back on track. To that end, I’ve decided to unofficially do an August NaNoWriMo of 50k in the month, although mine will be 60k and I must do it. No excuses. No days off and hitting 10k a week and being done with it. I need a true 14k a week, 60k in 31 days month. If I have to do a 24 Hour Writing Marathon to catch up or get ahead, so be it. I call it MandoWriMo. Because I have an ego, I guess…  the extra day gives me only one shot to slack, too. 

To this end I’m not going to be on Facebook much, except to promote other authors with guest posts on my page (but those are sent to me pretty much completed, so no big deal) and do some basic promotion to keep me out there. If all goes according to plan, I should have a couple of anthologies I’m in to promote as well such as the first two State of Horror ones from Charon Coin Press, so looking forward to that. 

I’ll still be doing my Mando’s Manic Melodies show on 97.3 FM on Friday nights from 10 til midnight EST, but expect quite a few to be pre-recorded. For August I’ll put my Monday night show, Mando’s Metal Covers, on hold and see where I stand in September. My main focus (besides writing) will still be Arm Cast: Dead Sexy Horror Podcast. New episodes every Friday. I’m having fun with it so far. 

Now, onto my list… as I’ve been doing for years, this is more for me than the readers of this blog. I hope you’ll follow along and see how I do, but for me it just gives it another place where I can get called out on if I slack off. 

1. Movie Adaptation (30k) – 10k done but I only get to see the dailies of the actual filmed movie every few days, so this one is taking forever. A new experience in how to write for me, too.

2. Children of The Grave anthology (10k) – I really need to get my head around my story so I can actually write it. This has been due so need to make it a priority

3. Change Jar Books Part 3,4 and 5 (15k) – 2k done so far, really behind. I need to tackle these this month and get closer to finishing the Flagler Beach Fiction Series

4. Necromance 5 (5k) – 3k left to write. I know the story, just need to sit down and finish it. 

5. Dying Days: Origins 2 (25k) – 16k left to write. Looking for a November release, so I need to get moving on this first draft.

That gives me 62k right there… I can do it if I get focused, right? 

Wish me luck… and if I’m ignoring you on Facebook I have a really good reason. Or I’m using it as an excuse to ignore you. Either way… 


Guest Post: Ken MacGregor


Kid Stuff

Ken MacGregor


There are challenges related to being a writer that I never would have imagined prior to doing it. Which is funny, because imagining stuff is what writers are good at, right?

My son, who is seven, was talking about some pretty disturbing stuff (blood, decapitation, guts) and I told him I was worried about his brain. I may have mentioned his needing therapy in years to come.

“But, Dad,” he said, “I need to know about horror. You write horror, and you’re my Dad.”

Now, before you think me beastly, I don’t ever let my kids read the scary, gross stuff I write. I’ve written some children’s books (unpublished as yet, though one has been accepted – Yay!) and some light fantasy I’ve read to them, but I keep the horror on the highest shelf. However, my Facebook feed shows posts from other writers who frequently put up horror images. My own story collection, An Aberrant Mind has a seriously creepy clown on it. When my kids first saw it, both were taken aback. Now, they’re used to it, but my four-year-old daughter still occasionally shrieks when she spots it. But, I’m pretty sure she’s just pretending now.

So, the concern is that the kinds of things I write are having a negative impact on the mental health of my own children. I know it’s not really likely to damage them (so long as they don’t actually read it), but I worry anyway. They’re my kids; of course I worry.

Conversely, I know my son is proud of me for being an author – few things in this world are better than hearing your child tell someone else: “My Dad’s (or Mom’s) a…” with pride evident in their voice and body language.

It’s tough, because I want them to be excited about what I do, but I don’t want them to be adversely affected by the horror genre. I was talking about this with David C. Hayes yesterday, in fact. He’s the fellow who wrote the introduction to An Aberrant Mind. David’s great. He doesn’t seem to have any filters at all. Anyway, I mentioned being worried about my kids getting into horror too young, and he said, “We all did.”

He is introducing his niece to the old Universal monster movies and slowly working up to more modern horror as she gets older and better equipped to handle it.

I have already taken my boy to see The Creature from the Black Lagoon (in 3-D!) at the local art house theater. He loved it. I think we’ll have to hang out with Karloff, Cushing and Lee sometime soon. Because, David (who is a hell of a nice guy, by the way) is right: we all started young. And I turned out all right. Sure, there are some very strange things running around in my brain, but they’re not real and they can’t hurt me or my kids.



An Aberrant Mind

Ken MacGregor


ABERRANT is defined as unusual, abnormal or different. The stories in this book not only differ from most of what you read, but also wildly from each other. A retired school teacher takes on an elder god and his minion; a werewolf picks fights with sea creatures; a neighbor’s lawn may be eating people. Twenty-two stories: scary, funny, weird and different.


In these pages, you will find darkness and fear, revulsion and terror. Mixed with it, however is quite a bit of humor. Sometimes both happen at the same time. So, open it up, join Jim as he fights off zombies with a potato cannon; witness the bloodbath reunion of the first man and his homicidal son; enjoy the monsters, the demons and the deranged.


A word of warning, though: you may never eat a bagel with lox again.


Available for purchase at:


US | UK | Canada | Australia | Germany | France | Spain | Italy | Japan | Mexico | India | Brazil






ABOUT THE AUTHOR – Ken MacGregor’s work has appeared in over fifty anthologies, magazines and podcasts. Ken is a member of The Great Lakes Association of Horror Writers and an Affiliate member of HWA. You can find Ken on Amazon, Goodreads, Facebook, and at Ken’s the kind of guy that, if he found himself stranded somewhere with you, would probably eat you to survive. Ken hopes you enjoyed the stories in this collection and that you sleep just a little less well because of them. Ken lives in Michigan with his family and two unstable cats.


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Giveaway information:


Sirens Call Publications will be giving away digital copies of An Aberrant Mind by Ken MacGregor to 5 (five) lucky winners! Follow the link to enter for your chance to win!


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Guest Post: RJ Sullivan


Introducing Haunting Blue



Starting a Series with a Great Hook


Hello, and welcome to the R.J. Sullivan Blog Tour. Thanks to Armand Rosamilia for hosting this entry. I was asked to choose between introducing either the novel or the series. Luckily, I can do both.


Haunting Blue is my latest release from Seventh Star Press. It’s also the first novel I’d ever published and the first book in my loosely connected paranormal thriller trilogy.


When you know that Haunting Blue is a re-release, it’s not that confusing. Haunting Blue originally came out in 2010, my first novel, originally put out by another publisher. Seventh Star then published my second and third books, and then in December 2013, the rights to Haunting Blue reverted back to me.


I love the editions that Seventh Star put out for Haunting Obsession and Virtual Blue, and having SSP reprint the first book gave me several advantages. 1) It created a unified set of covers and interior art by the fabulous Bonnie Wasson. 2) The entire series now has a similar branded look, and 3) It gave me a chance to fix little errors and make some enhancements to the first novel. I added a new poem, and I fixed a timeline problem from the original edition. 4) A better, higher quality e-file (at a better price for the reader) and greater distribution, through outlets not originally available.


Since December and until recently, my novel, Virtual Blue has been available through Seventh Star. Virtual Blue is a direct sequel to Haunting Blue, which meant I was trying to sell the second half of a bigger story without the first half available. As of May, that is no longer the case. Haunting Blue is back, and there’s never been a better time to check out my series.


Though all three books can be read on their own, the series is best enjoyed in this order:


Haunting Blue: is the story of how new student and punk girl Fiona “Blue” Shaefer meets computer nerd “Chip” Farren at the high school of small town Perionne. Blue’s mother moves her from a suburb of Indianapolis to a conservative small town. Whether Blue’s feelings of alienation are real or a self-fulfilling prophecy, the odd couple are drawn together. Her friendship with Chip takes a romantic turn, and he draws her deep into a local mystery. Back in 1990, Gunther Stalt, a psychopath with a hooked hand, pulled off a daring daylight bank robbery and was never captured. Ignoring numerous stories of the “Ghost of Gunther” Blue is determined to help Chip solve the mystery of the robbery, even though it may cost her more than she can possibly imagine.


Haunting Obsession: is another ghost story–this one about Daryl Beasley and his girlfriend Loretta Stevens. Daryl has a fixation on the Hollywood icon and sex symbol Maxine Marie, who died tragically in the early 60’s. Daryl purchases a rare but arguably tasteless souvenir from Maxine’s past, and to his surprise and delight, finds himself “haunted” by the object of his desire. Loretta is not amused, but her warnings fall on deaf ears. Soon, Daryl’s encounters take a turn for the worst, and Loretta seeks help from the mysterious Rebecca Burton, a paranormal investigator and woman of many powers and secrets.


Virtual Blue: picks up two years after Haunting Blue. With their relationship on the rocks due to problems brought on by the events of Haunting Blue, Blue travels to Indiana University over Thanksgiving Weekend to confront Chip and resolve their relationship one way or the other. At the same time, an extremist cult has targeted Chip’s work-in-progress multi-player heroic fantasy video game, and plans to use his technology to teleport a demon into the real world. From ghost hunter to demon slayer (and a healthy dose of techno-thriller), this may be more than Blue and Chip can handle, even together. Fortunately, paranormal investigator Rebecca Burton is already on the case.


I hope you’ve enjoyed this overview of R.J. Sullivan’s “trilogy” as it now stands. An upcoming short story collection will include two additional tales of Rebecca Burton, and a fourth novel is in the works!


About RJ Sullivan:  Haunting Blue is the first book of the adventures of punk girl Fiona “Blue” Shaefer. This is the 2014 revised edition by Seventh Star Press. Seventh Star also released Haunting Obsession, a Rebecca Burton Novella, and Virtual Blue, the second book in Fiona’s tale. R.J.’s short stories have been featured in such acclaimed collections as Dark Faith: Invocations by Apex Books and Vampires Don’t Sparkle. His newest project is the Red Lotus series of science fiction novelettes.

R.J. resides in Heartland Crossing, Indiana. He drinks coffee from a Little Mermaid mug and is man enough to admit it.


Haunting Blue Book Synopsis: Punk, blue-haired “Blue” Shaefer, is at odds with her workaholic single mother. Raised as a city girl in a suburb of Indianapolis, Blue must abandon the life she knows when her unfeeling mother moves them to a dreadful small town. Blue befriends the only student willing to talk to her: computer nerd “Chip” Farren.

Chip knows the connection between the rickety pirate boat ride at the local amusement park and the missing money from an infamous bank heist the townspeople still talk about. When Blue helps him recover the treasure, they awaken a vengeful ghost who’ll stop at nothing–not even murder–to prevent them from exposing the truth behind his evil deeds.

Haunting Blue is Book One of the Adventures of Blue Shaefer


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Wattpad – Do I Dare?

Yes, actually, I’m going to. And you have Robert Chazz Chute to blame, because any time he mentions something I haven’t immersed myself in, I jump in, add 57,006 people to follow, and give it a spin.

Case in point: this coming week I’m going to play around with a new Dying Days story I’ve had spinning in my head for awhile but didn’t know where it would fit in the actual books. I figured I’d leave it alone until I decided to write short stories for perhaps Still Dying 3, but I’m going to explore it now… a few sentences or paragraphs or chapters at a time on Wattpad, and see where it goes. I’m also going to be writing a bit different than I normally would… yep, going to try it with a YA angle using one of the characters from Dying Days 4

Care to join me and see where I go with it? You can follow me at and let me know you’re reading and hanging out. Sound good?

We’ll see what happens… as usual, I love a new challenge.


Dying Days 4 Cover with Blurbs

Guest Post: Michael West


Writing Cross-Genre Fiction


When I sit down to write, I don’t think to myself, “Today, I’m going to create a Horror story” or “I’m going to do a Sci-fi tale.”  No.  Instead, I sit down to tell the best story I can, about characters that appeal to me, and who I hope will also appeal to readers. 

     Most of my novels can fall firmly into the Horror camp.  They have ghosts, demons, and supernatural monsters.  But my Legacy of the Gods series is classified as Urban Fantasy by my publisher.  This fits, because the novels do take place in our modern world; in small towns and major cities like New York and Tokyo. And while they feature creatures like satyrs and dragons, which are more common to epic Fantasy fiction, they also feature aliens and more bloody, horrific elements as well.

     The downside to writing cross-genre fiction is that it is much more difficult to sell.  When I first started shopping the first manuscript for my series around, the traditional Horror publishers came back and said, “It’s not scary enough to be Horror, and it has these fantastic and Sci-fi elements which we don’t do.”  Then, when I sent it to the Sci-fi/Fantasy publishers, they told me, “This is too horrific for us.  Try the Horror markets.” And I kept going in those circles for years.

     But I did not want to cut out the horrific elements to make it more Sci-fi, just as I did not want to get rid of the more fantastic elements to make it pure Horror.  All those aspects helped to tell the story I wanted to tell, and I felt they were equally important to the mythology I was creating.

     Finally, the publishing world seemed to catch up to my vision.  Cross-genre stories became more commonplace.  And Urban Fantasy seemed to become a catch-all term for those square pegs that did not fit easily into the old-fashioned round genres. 

     Seventh Star Press released Book One: Poseidon’s Children in 2011.  Since that time, the novel has gone on to sell copies in England, France, Spain, Germany, Italy, Australia, Canada, and of course, the United States.  And now, with the release of Book Two: Hades’ Disciples, the excitement for the series has only grown. 

As I sit down to write book three of The Legacy of the Gods series, I am not thinking about the genre elements that make up the tale.  I’m thinking about the characters and their individual storylines.  I’m thinking about the story that I want to tell, and if it ultimately gets classified as Urban Fantasy, Horror, Sci-Fi, or something in between, I hope that my readers will enjoy it.  That, after all, is the only thing that really  matters.  


About the author

Michael West is the bestselling author of Cinema of Shadows, Skull Full of Kisses, The Wide Game, Spook House, and the critically acclaimed Legacy of the Gods series. He lives and works in the Indianapolis area with his wife, their two children, their turtle, Gamera, and their dog, King Seesar.

West avoids manhole covers and sidewalk grates whenever possible. He just doesn’t know what’s down there, and he’s not sure he wants to find out.


Book Synopsis for Hades’ Disciples

 Terrifying creatures exist all around us, hiding in plain sight. Ancient. Deadly. They gather in secret, conspiring, dreaming of nothing less than humanity’s destruction, and their numbers are growing.

Earl Preston knows the danger all too well. After tangling with a horde of mythological sea monsters in Colonial Bay, he has been tasked with finding these beasts and exposing their plans whatever they may be. But Earl is not the only one with a mystery on their hands. At the very top of the world, Carol Miyagi has stumbled onto an artifact from Earth’s past, something magnificent held captive in a prison of ice and snow. Now, Carol and Earl must work quickly to decipher the will of the gods–a plot that defies imagination–and to stop their followers from carrying it out.

They thought the nightmare was over, but they are about to discover that the horror has only just begun.


Hades Disciples is Book Two in the Legacy of the Gods Series.


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Guest Post: TW Brown


Behind the curtain of the DEAD series


When I first sat down and wrote the opening line for the DEAD series, I was thinking, “Maybe I have a five book series here.” By then end of that book, I knew it was going to take more than that. My mind was made up that I was going to write the “Wheel of Time” equivalent for the zombie crowd. I was set to build an entire world and then take the reader on a whirlwind tour of the apocalypse populated with a cast of characters that might reach a hundred in any given book. And yeah…I knew it was risky. But I also felt that the zombie fans were a group that deserved something with depth.

The formula that I chose was inspired by George R.R. Martin. If you have dipped your toes in the books that the very popular “Game of Thrones” series is based upon, then you know how he does each chapter from a different perspective of one of his characters. I tweaked it for my own devices and came up with “Steve’s Story”, “The Geeks”, and “Vignettes” as my three rotating chapters. If you have read any of my DEAD series, then you know that each book is always 18 chapters long (6 per story line). However, things have changed some since that first book. I learned some lessons.

Of course, Steve’s chapters are all in first person. That lets you really see things from one person’s perspective. You are only as clued in as he is during any particular moment. The Geeks was my homage to every single zombie fan who thinks that the Zombie Apocalypse would be so freakin’ cool. This is the story that I get to sink in to as I write it. I channel many of my friends and the snippets of conversations that we have had since that day in the 70s when we all came out of the original Dawn of the Dead with some fairly silly adolescent fantasies. However, it is the Vignettes where I think I have learned the most as a writer. And that is sort of my focus here as I let you peek behind the curtain.

The vignettes were initially just supposed to be snapshots of the world in chaos. I even toyed with the idea of folding every one of those stories in to my two main story lines. Somewhere along the way, many of those shorts began to take on a life of their own. In fact, they are the source of the most hated and loved (according to reviews and personal emails) of my character; Garrett being the former and Juan the latter.

In the first book, DEAD: The Ugly Beginning, I wrote the vignettes as they came to me. So, there was no order, rhyme, or reason. However, as some of the stories began to take on a life of their own, I started to really get invested in what would happen. By the second book, DEAD: Revelations, I realized something: I needed to keep the stories in the same order chapter by chapter. By the third book, DEAD: Fortunes and Failures, I had a refined formula. What I would do was continue to keep the main vignettes in order, but I would give each vignette chapter what I termed as a one-timer. This would be a single open-and-closed short.

Funny thing about when an author sits down with an idea. They are usually the only one who understands it. So was the case with Vignettes. The idea is one that I would not change as a whole, but I do think that I would have modified it to some extent. And that is where I believe it to be now.

Readers of the series have had to go through this process with me, but I do think what I have now is the way to go. Now, in Vignettes, there are the main story lines that have endured since the first book or two of the series. However, since I try to complete the main ideas of a story arc in each three-book offering, I now introduce a new vignette at the start of books 4, 7, and 10. That will allow me to write a bit of a novella-length story. Some will fold in to the main stories, some will simply reach a climax and end, and others might be melded into one of the other vignettes.

Now, I realize that I still run the risk of “too many characters” as some critics have pointed out. However, I believe that, once you become engrossed in this DEAD world, you will find it a very rewarding experience.

At least that is what I am hoping.

As book nine, DEAD: Spring, hits the ground, I am more excited than ever before. For one, I can’t be sure, but this might be the largest (in terms of word count) of any zombie novel out there to date. And if you find a longer zombie novel, you have to let me know because I am as much a fan as anything else and I would love to read it (if it is good).

Book eight was the riskiest for me due to all of the cliffhangers. But I was fairly confident that, if you have come along for this much of the ride, then you are probably a fan and will be on board for the next one.

So, I hope that you enjoy it. I think that it is my best to date.

TW Brown on Amazon


Guest Post: Anthony Armstrong

Interview with Anthony Armstrong, author of Cadavar Dogs


How long have you been writing? 

I started writing at about eight, but that was pretty much only when stories were assigned in school.  I knew I liked the process and thought about writing a lot, though.  My desire to really be a writer was cemented in sixth grade when my teacher sent me to a junior writing seminar that only allowed two children from each elementary school in town.  I was one of the lucky two, and when he sent me, he told me he expected to see my face on the back of a bestseller someday.  Still working on that one, Mr. Weaver.

Where did the inspiration for Cadaver Dogs come from? 

The title came from a tv show I had on in the background.  It was some true crime show, and even though I knew what cadaver dogs were and had heard the term many times, it stuck out to me that day and I wrote it down on a scrap of paper, saving it until I had an idea to go with it.  The story itself came out of the ether.  I’m sure you’re familiar with the feeling.  I had an idea of the tone, and I knew I wanted it to be about someone struggling with loss, but not being able to grieve or stop and wallow in their sorrow because of some outside horror that had to be dealt with immediately.   I wrote about 3,000 words of it and got stuck.  It sat untouched for probably two years, then I discussed the idea with a close friend and she inspired me to finish it.  (‘Inspired’ in that last line should be read as: ‘threatened bodily harm’) 

What is your writing routine? 

I try to be a disciplined writer and set aside time to write every day, always in the wee hours, but that doesn’t happen as much as it should.  When I get an idea, I make notes first, especially when I think it will be a longer piece: title, character names, plot points, settings, etc.  Then it’s a matter brainstorming and typing.  Sometimes in my notes I will write every thought that comes to me, sort of freewriting, trying to plot things out to the end or as far into the work as I can see.  Once I get a first line written, it begins to spill out and I let it go.  Once I’ve started, I try to write a set number of words each day.  As for the writing itself, I put on mood appropriate music and lose myself in the words that are flowing.

Are you a pantser or plotter? 

Both, actually.  Short stories I usually get the idea and fly by the seat of my pants.  For longer works, I put as many plot points as I can in my notes and the stuff in between getting my characters from one point to the next is on the fly.  Some of the time, my characters disagree with where I think they should go, so they kind of rewrite my plotlines.

What scares you? 

The world we live in scares me more than anything I’ve seen on the screen or read.  I’m kind of an ostrich.  I can only take so much news, politics, reality television, etc.  I also kind of hate it when my printer turns on by itself at 2:30 in the morning.

What do you do for fun? 

Other than writing, I love reading.  I also love horror movies, and I play bass in a band called November Mourns  The record we just put out is very horror influenced as well.

If they made Cadaver Dogs into a movie, who would play Father Englund?Why? 

Yeesh…as long as Robert Rodriguez directs it, he can choose who he wants.  I trust his judgment.

Are you a zombie fan? What’s your favorite zombie movie? 

I am a zombie fan, but I think the over-saturation of them in media is getting pretty heavy.  The idea for Cadaver Dogs came before they really took off.  Way before The Walking Dead and such.  As for favorite movie, I have to go with the start of it all and say Night of the Living Dead.  Honorable mention to Fulci’s Zombi.

The book ends on kind of a cliffhanger. What made you decide to do that? Will there be a Cadaver Dogs sequel? 

That was completely intentional, and originally I had no plans for a sequel at all.  The reason I chose to end it that way was simply because I love books and movies that are brave enough to leave open ends, give you something to think about, ponder over, obsess over.  I really wanted people to finish it in their heads.  I’ve heard many thoughts on what happens after I ended the story and I guess it really bothered some people, a couple of co-workers in particular.  I am glad to say that there is a sequel written, and I like to think what happens is unexpected and will please readers.  It’ll see the light of day, providing Angelic Knight Press likes it and wants to put it out there.  (Don’t tell anyone this, but it was written out of fear of being shanked in the parking lot after work by one of two or possibly three co-workers upset by the end.)

Do you have a zombie apocalypse plan? 

No, but I can run fast and I’m not above tripping people.



David P Forsyth Teaser for #SummerZombie

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Excerpt from Interludes in Hell

By David P. Forsyth



I’m a dead man walking, but I’ve been having the time of my life. If everything goes according to plan there might not be anyone left alive to read this, but I still want to record my experiences during this apocalyptic odyssey. Yes, it is quite possible that nobody will ever read this. So why write it? Under normal circumstances nobody would believe it anyway. Yet maybe aliens or some other species will arrive or evolve and wonder about us. Like we wondered about dinosaurs.  So I am using my tablet to record the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Before this plane lands in Sydney I will upload my testimonial to several secure servers and embed a time delayed release. Some people may read it and learn the truth before they die. And, if there are any survivors, they might be curious about how the world ended.

We are all dying. We don’t want to face it, but it’s true. From the moment you are born the clock is ticking. Most of us never know when the timer will hit zero. For me that all changed four months ago when a doctor told me that I only had six months to live.  It’s cancer. Brain cancer. An inoperable tumor. Hopeless. I know some of you will think, “Ah, the tumor made him crazy,” but you would be wrong. The modern world is the disease that did this to me and I am the cure.  For the past ten years I held a cell phone next to my head for at least three or four hours a day. Damned unlimited talk plans! I’m pretty sure that is what gave me the tumor, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. Besides, that is not what I want to tell you about. It is only important as far as it goes to explain how I got into this.

My name is Alistair Dane Lukan. You might have heard of me, but probably not, at least not yet. I was a blogger and small time fiction writer, when I wasn’t selling life insurance for a living. Is that ironic, or what? In my spare time I used to blog about politics and write cheap science fiction eBooks. Some of my stuff was well received, but after my diagnosis everything changed. Prior to that I had written several blog posts about the problem of global overpopulation in which I promoted birth control and abortion. One of my first blog entries after the diagnosis expanded on that subject, telling people they should be happy that my death would be a small contribution to solving the problem of overpopulation and encouraging folks to kill themselves and take other people with them as a way to further the cause. It was a bitter, tongue in cheek satire, but not everyone took it that way. I got a lot more hate mail than sympathy, especially after a right wing news program linked to my blog and excoriated it. Of course that only made me angry, as if I wasn’t already, and I lashed out with additional postings in which I listed all the human suffering caused by overpopulation, as well as the resulting environmental destruction from our exploitation of the planet.  Some of my blog posts included impassioned pleas to God or governments to rid the world of the burden of mankind through plague or war. The hate mail grew and simply fueled my hatred of the human race at large. I was, quite simply, sick in the head.

Then, about two months after my diagnosis, I got a very different type of message on my personal email. The sender was sympathetic to my plight and agreed with my positions on overpopulation, even offering to help me spread the doctrine in the little time remaining to me. All they asked me to do, if I was interested in learning more about their offer, was send a reply within one hour of opening the email. I thought about it for at least half an hour before drafting a reply. Even then I hesitated, unsure if I should proceed. My mouse hovered above “send” as the hour expired. What happened next both frightened and excited me. The original message deleted itself from my inbox! I had heard that high tech programs could now send messages that would self-destruct, but had never witnessed it.  This was like something out of Mission Impossible. My outgoing reply window was still open and I clicked on “send” more out of curiosity than conviction. The reply went through and what was left of my life changed dramatically.


One week later I was sitting in a first class seat on a flight to Seattle, paid for in full by my new and still nameless online friend. What convinced me? The offer was quite sweet. The person, or persons, who had contacted me would pay for me to live in luxury for the time I had left and help me spread my philosophy to others around the world. It sounded as if I would be a poster-child of sorts for the cause of depopulation. It certainly sounded better than sitting in my apartment waiting to die, with nothing but morphine to look forward to in the way of comfort before the inevitable end overtook me. Of course there was more to their offer than met the eye and I should have known it. Yet even now I think I made the right decision, although you probably won’t agree with me.

When I arrived in Seattle there was a limo waiting to take me to a hotel near the airport where a prepaid room was reserved in my name. Actually it was a luxury suite with more square footage than my apartment at home. A note told me to use room service and watch as many movies as I liked, but not to leave the suite or make any calls until I was contacted the following morning. It was a pleasant night. The next morning at 9:00 sharp there was a knock on my door. I was almost finished with my room service breakfast. My appetite had suffered as the cancer progressed, but I could still stomach eggs and juice. I pulled on a T-shirt and opened the door to admit who I assumed would be my benefactor.

Two people stood waiting in the hallway. One was a genial looking middle-aged man with greying hair and wearing a tan suit. The other was a young and quite attractive woman with black hair and penetrating eyes. They introduced themselves as Bill and Linda. I welcomed them into the living room of the suite. There was some small talk, which I can’t remember at all, having been focused almost exclusively on Linda’s body. It’s a strange thing about dying. Even for someone like me who opposed reproduction on practical and philosophical grounds, the biological drive to procreate is strong. When facing certain death it gets even stronger. I was captivated by the curves of Linda’s breasts when Bill brought me back to earth.

“You need to make a decision now, Alistair,” he intoned. “If you are truly committed to the philosophy that you have been promoting online, we can help you set it in motion before you die. You, and several others, have been chosen to leave a legacy unlike any other in history. But once you leave this room with us you will be sworn to secrecy and committed to the cause. Are you ready for that?”

Slightly taken aback, I said, “Can you be more specific? Exactly who are you people and what do you want me to do?”

“Those are questions that can only be answered after you have sworn an oath of secrecy and committed yourself to the cause,” Linda answered softly. “But after reading all of your work, I am sure that you will be in full agreement with our plans.”  This was a brilliant approach on her part, playing to my vanity as a writer.

“In that case,” I smiled, “let’s get this show on the road. I will agree to keep your secrets. That shouldn’t be too hard anyway, seeing as how I only have a few more months to live. And if your plan includes giving me the VIP treatment like this, then it can’t be too bad.”  Little did I know how wrong I was.

Without disclosing more information, but taking my commitment on face value, they waited while I repacked my bag before escorting me out of the suite. Upon entering the elevator I was a bit surprised that we went up instead of down. Exiting onto the roof area I was delighted to see a helicopter waiting for us. I had never been on a helicopter before. What an adventure this was turning out to be!

My excitement peaked as the helicopter lifted off from the roof and headed towards downtown Seattle. I could see the Space Needle in the distance and hoped we would fly close enough for a good look. But excitement turned to trepidation when Linda pulled out a black hood and slid it over my head.

“What are you doing?” I said, reaching up to remove it.

“Leave it on,” Bill said firmly. “This is part of operational security. It’s vital that you don’t know exactly where we are taking you. We will divulge many things to you, but the location of our base of operations is not one of them. No matter how committed you are to the cause, we can’t take the risk of the wrong people finding us.”

This cloak and dagger stuff didn’t sit well with me, but I must admit to being intrigued. I felt the helicopter bank steeply and it must have circled several times before straightening onto a course that I had no way of guessing.  The flight was not long, perhaps half an hour, and I was taken by surprise when the wheels hit the ground, bouncing slightly. Without removing the hood my new comrades (coconspirators? captors?) escorted me off the helicopter, across a paved lot, and into a building. Only after we were deep inside did Linda remove the hood from my head. I blinked at the bright lights in the white hallway and tried to regain my bearings. “Where are we?” I asked. “And who are you people?”

Linda smiled as she led me into an opulent bedroom without windows and said, “We are the Tabula Rasa and this is our North American base. This is where you will learn our secrets before embarking on a grand adventure. I will do everything I can to make sure you enjoy your stay here.” Before I could react to any of that, she leaned towards me and planted a kiss on my lips. Not just a friendly kiss either. Suddenly her tongue was in my mouth and all other thoughts escaped me.  My time with Linda was too personal to share with you in detail, although those moments still replay constantly in my mind. Linda proved herself to be quite a minx and the consummate hostess. After assuring me that she was using birth control she proceeded to show me what would undoubtedly be the time of my life. No pun intended.


Over the next few days, when I wasn’t otherwise occupied in bed with Linda, I learned that the Tabula Rasa was a secret society dedicated to reducing the global population to sustainable levels. It was exactly what I had been preaching, but it sounded like they had a real plan to make it happen. They didn’t disclose the whole plan immediately, not until I was in way over my head. By that time I was hopelessly in love with Linda (or maybe it was just lust) and had expressed full agreement with the goals and objectives of the Tabula Rasa. I was hooked and willing to agree to do anything to support them. That’s when Bill and Linda dropped their bomb on me.

“Alistair,” Bill began, “I truly wish that we could cure your cancer and invite you to join our long-term mission. You seem to be fully dedicated to the cause. Unfortunately, the medical tests we put you through over the past two weeks have confirmed your prognosis. You have less than two months to live and I’m afraid the final month will be quite painful.”

I thought I had moved past the stage of denial, at least to anger, if not acceptance, but Bill’s words stung me to the core. I had tried not to think about the tumor growing in my head during my time at the Tabula Rasa base. The Vicodin and Oxycodone were keeping my splitting headaches in check. And I was starting to think that I could find purpose and contentment in whatever time I had left. It just wasn’t fair. I had a woman that I was falling in love with and a cause that was dear to my heart. Bill pulled the rug out from under my fantasy. Life is not fair. But you know that by now too, don’t you?

Linda stepped into the silence and said, “There is still a way for you to make a difference for our cause and help bring about the kind of world we dream of.”

“What is it?” I asked without displaying my emotions.

“We want you to help us trigger a depopulation event,” she said softly.

“Huh?” I guess I was still a bit dense, or maybe the shock and pain killers slowed my thought process. “How?”

“We want you to spread a virus that will reduce the global human population to sustainable levels,” Bill explained. I just stared at him.

“It’s what you talked about on your blog,” Linda chimed sweetly. “You really can make a difference by reducing world population before you die. You can fulfill your vision and we can ensure that you have a great time doing it too.”

“I don’t understand,” and I didn’t. Not at first anyway. Bill had to spell it out in detail.  They wanted to send me on a final vacation around the world, spreading some virus at every stop and on every flight. I asked them what kind of virus I would be spreading and told them I didn’t really want to kill millions of people. Bill and Linda exchanged glances. Then Linda made it sound like a good thing.

“It’s just a sterility virus,” she said. “It won’t actually hurt anyone, but it will keep them from having children. It will reverse the astronomical growth rate of the human race. Only those who receive the antidote will be able to reproduce. Within a few generations the scourge of humanity will be reduced to numbers that our planet can sustain. All you have to do is take a grand vacation and release a little bit of the virus at every stop. Will you do that for me, Ally? For us? To help make your vision of a better world come true? You’ll be remembered as a hero to the cause!”

What could I say? She had me pegged and I was a sucker for flattery. I wanted to be remembered for something, even if the vast majority of people would curse me for cutting off their bloodlines and posterity. Still, the plan made a certain kind of sense to me. I’m not sure if I would have agreed to do it, even then, had I known the true nature of the virus I would release. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. The long and the short of it is that I agreed to be a martyr for the cause. I would become their Trojan horse carrying a virulent pandemic on a “make a wish” odyssey to oblivion.


It was the first week of March when I fully committed to the plan. They told me I would have one more week to spend at the Tabula Rasa base memorizing the details before leaving on a two week all-expense-paid trip around the world. All of the reservations and tickets would be pre-paid and retrievable online, but they wanted me to memorize the details of the lengthy trip, down to the flight numbers and addresses of hotels I would be using, as well as popular tourist sites I would visit. I followed their instructions, but truth be told I spent more time memorizing Linda’s body and the things we did together. It was hard to imagine my global journey being any better than the time I spent with Linda in that underground bunker.

Bill and Linda handled most of my training during that time. I can see now that it was as much brainwashing and indoctrination as education, but I doubt that made much difference. Eventually they succeeded in convincing me to look forward to my final adventure. “Just think of all the places you’ll see!” Linda would say. “You’re going to Mexico City, Panama, Rio, and Buenos Aries… And that’s just the first few days. Then you’re off to Cape Town in South Africa! And Cairo, Egypt. We even made time for a helicopter flight to the Pyramids. Then Athens, Rome and Paris with a day in each!  You’ll take a train to London for the final flight to Sydney, Australia, with a short layover at home in Los Angeles. I wish I could go with you!”

“Me too,” I replied honestly. I guess the meds I was taking were effecting my thinking, because it took me quite a while to ask the most important question. “But what do I do after that last flight to Australia? How do I get back here to see you again before I die?”

“Don’t worry about that, honey,” she replied. “It’s all taken care of.” I should have seen through her lies right then, but I was still thinking with my smaller head and we were in bed at the time.  It wasn’t until my final days at the Tabula Rasa base that the cat was let out the bag.

My final phase of training involved learning to operate the instrument I would use to spread the virus around the world. It was quite ingenious. An oversized bronchial inhaler like they gave to people with asthma. The one I trained with was inert, of course, but they wanted me to get familiar with it. The man who introduced it to me was some sort of big shot in the organization. The others called him Dr. Strangelove, but I knew that wasn’t his real name. Nevertheless, that’s how I was told to address him. He was sort of spooky and confined to a wheel chair, so I could see how he got the nickname.  He was also a bit absent minded, which is how he let the true nature of my mission slip.

When Linda and Bill introduced me to him they seemed to stress the fact that I was the one who would release the sterility virus. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, assuming Dr. Strangelove would already know that. But in the course of a private conversation during my last full day at the base, when Bill and Linda were occupied elsewhere, I asked a question that was still bothering me.

“Dr. Strangelove?” I said. “What happens after my final flight to Australia? Should I get rid of the inhaler device?”

“No need,” he replied. “By then it won’t matter at all. In fact, you should probably use up the rest of the charge in the canister while you are still on that plane. But within a few hours of your arrival it won’t matter what happens to it. And it certainly won’t matter to you.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“That is when you and everyone you have infected, as well as everyone they spread it to since being infected, will all turn at roughly the same time.”

“Turn?” I asked softly.

“Yes, the virus will complete the process of mutation and convert the hosts.”

“Convert them into what?”

“Come now, young man!” Dr. Strangelove exclaimed. “They told me you were a willing volunteer. A martyr for the cause.”

“Yes, sir, I am a volunteer. I have terminal cancer and I want to help release this virus so that my last acts will promote the cause of reducing global population to sustainable levels.”

“Indeed it will,” the doctor replied in a calmer tone of voice. “It’s good that you are doing this willingly and for the right reasons. Too many of the other carriers are being sent out to do this blind. We had to hire stupid thugs, even terrorists, to disperse the virus in some parts of the world. Of course they have no idea what they are really being paid to do. I might worry about them compromising our organization, if I wasn’t certain the virus will take care of them before anyone starts asking questions.  But it’s much better to have a true believer such as yourself.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, trying to keep the shakiness out of my voice. “But since you are the expert here, can you tell me what to expect when it comes time for me to turn? What will happen to me when I arrive in Sydney?”

“Best not to dwell on it, young man. Suffice it to say that one form of existence will end and another will begin, but I can assure you that both will be dedicated to your goal of depopulation.”

“And the people I infect?”

“Exactly the same thing will happen to them at almost the same time as it does to you. This virus is a brilliant construct. Once activated it mutates at a steady rate, even inside the canister you will use to release it. So everyone you come into contact with after you leave here will unwittingly join you in your mission by spreading the virus to every person they come into contact with. Then, after the transition from passive to active phases, you will all continue that mission together. In a very real way you will be leading a legion in furtherance of a good cause. Does that make you feel better?”

It did no such thing, but I wasn’t stupid enough to say so. Instead, knowing my voice would betray me, I simply nodded dutifully and turned away. I spent the rest of that day and most of the night conflicted with feelings of horror, disbelief, and delusions of power. Yes, power. I had already felt it when I thought that I would be ending the population explosion through sterility and attrition. To think that I could actually do it immediately, myself, was a heady concept. It sounded as if a lot of pain and suffering would be involved for a lot of people, but I faced the same thing alone if I tried to live out my final month of life with terminal cancer. The idea of bringing a meaningful percentage of humanity with me had more than a little appeal to it. I was also angry. No, I was mad. Mad at God. Mad at the world. Mad at myself for not being strong enough to fight off the cancer. And mad at Linda for lying to me. I probably could have taken it out on myself by committing suicide right then and there, knowing no other way to avoid the fate I had agreed to. But I was not strong enough to do that. For my weakness and sins countless others will pay dearly.

I probably should have killed Linda on that last night at the Tabula Rasa base, not that it would have changed much of anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to even discuss what I had discovered. I settled instead for rough and even sadistic sex. She seemed to enjoy it. I know I did. We were spent and exhausted when we fell asleep together. She whispered that she would miss me. I pretended to already be asleep.

I left the Tabula Rasa’s secret base the same way I had arrived, on a helicopter with a blindfold hood over my head. I can’t tell you much about where it was, aside from being less than an hour by helicopter from Seattle, and I smelled the ocean. Other than that I only saw the inside of the building, which was quite large. If anyone out there survives to read this, I hope you hunt down those bastards and kill them all. I really had no idea what I was getting into until I read the notebook I stole from Dr. Strangelove’s office. Oh, did I fail to mention that? No matter. It didn’t come into play until days later, but perhaps I should go back and tell you about how I acquired it.


It was pocket size black notebook that had fallen under a desk where I was told to sit while the others prepared the infernal inhalers for my mission. It turns out the virus needed to be activated before I could release it. The mad doctor and his assistants were busy activating several of them while I was waiting. I even overheard where some of them were going. “These three go by overnight FedEx to your carriers back east. Those two are for Japan. We already sent the ones for China, Kenya, Nigeria, and Indonesia this morning. I’ll activate the ones for Central and Eastern Europe next, but I’ll hold them for the carrier to arrive.” Or something like that. Anyway, while I listened to all of that I saw a little black notebook on the floor. I bent down to tie my shoe and slipped the book into my sock. It was a crazy thing to do, but so was the rest of the mess I had become involved with. I just didn’t know how crazy until it was too late.

So I flew away from the secret base with a hood over my head, a little book in my sock, and two deadly inhalers in my carry-on bag. The helicopter also carried packages with other inhalers destined to be shipped across the country and around the world. I almost felt like James Bond, except I knew that he would be trying to kill me if this were one of his movies. I was the bad guy and I knew it. What I had learned about the virus did alter my perspective, but they had done a good job of convincing me that the cause was just. So, instead of putting up a fight and trying to kill the pilot and bring down the chopper, I sat there meekly and plotted my own revenge on the human race. Yes, I was a sick fuck, or hadn’t you figured that out yet? I could blame the cancer, or the oxycodone, or the brainwashing, or the girl, take your pick, but the truth is that I knew I was going to die and didn’t mind taking as many of you with me as I could.

The rest of my story is more of a travel diary than a confession, but some things still need to be explained. I was dropped off on the roof of the same hotel and I asked Linda to accompany me to the airport to say goodbye. I could see her hesitate and hardened my heart to act there and then, but after a moment she agreed. I was glad, but not for the reason you might think. There was a limo waiting for me, just like before, and I asked the driver to close the privacy divider when Linda and I got into the back. Nothing unusual about that, right? I just wanted to cop a final feel. Well, not exactly. I brought my carryon with me, having been instructed to never let it out of my sight. During the short trip to the airport I did kiss Linda, passionately. But as I was doing that I withdrew an inhaler from the bag and sprayed a dose into her face. It went into my face too, of course, but I had nothing left to live for.

Linda’s reaction was priceless and unforgettable. It was as if her whole life flashed before her eyes, followed by the comprehension that it was soon to end. She pulled away from me and started to scream, but I put my hand over her mouth and said, “Shush…. It’s all part of the plan, right? You don’t want to bring children into the world any more than I do. So now you can join me on my journey.” I removed my hand slowly and saw that she was shaking in terror, her eyes wide in fright.

“You have no idea what you’ve done,” she blurted.

“But you told me this virus was harmless, except for making people sterile or infertile. You even said there was an antidote. You didn’t lie to me about that, did you?” I’m sure that some bitterness leaked through my words because her eyes narrowed and her breath quickened. I saw none of the love or compassion she had shown me over the past few weeks, just anger and fear. “So why not join me on my vacation?” I pressed.

“You bastard!” she blurted. “Of course it’s more than a sterility virus. I just told you that to make you feel better about spreading it. And what’s the harm in that? You were going to die anyway. But now you’ve killed me too! What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I don’t like to be used and lied to,” I replied as smoothly as possible. “I was thinking that since you want me to take millions of people out with me, it’s only fair for me to take you along for the ride. So what do you say? I’m sure the credit cards you gave me will pay for your tickets to join me on this adventure. We could have another few weeks of fun and games.”

“Fuck you!” she screamed and tried to attack me.

I backhanded her across the face and sprayed another dose of the inhaler between us. She cringed away from me and started to cry. The limo was pulling up to the terminal and it was time to make a decision. I could have killed her right then and there, but I figured I already had. Better to leave her in terror for the next few weeks to spread the virus herself. With any luck she would go back to the Tabula Rasa base and infect the rest of them. But I doubted she would.

As I grabbed my bags and got out of the car I turned back to her and said, “Let’s start over with a clean slate, a tabula rasa so to speak. No hard feelings. I actually enjoyed our time together. And just so you know, I’m still going to follow through with the plan. My options were always limited, more so now that I let the genie out of the bottle. But it puts us on even ground. So this is your last chance to come with me on the vacation of a lifetime.” Linda just cowered and cried on the far side of the limo.  I turned away and strolled casually into the airport, smiling sadly as I walked through a crowd of strangers.


“Lukan” is continued in “Interludes in Hell” ($2.99) which is composed of three prequel novellas to David Forsyth’s “Sovereign Spirit Saga” series that began with “Voyage of the Dead” (currently a FREE download @

Interludes In Hell (cover art)


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The stench of rotting flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 33 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of June.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #SummerZombie

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in June, here’s the complete list, updated daily:


Guest Post: Sarah Lyons Fleming #SummerZombie

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You’re here because you love zombies. Who doesn’t? Well, I guess the people who keep telling us that zombies are so over. In the “what’s hot, what’s not” columns, they love to tell us that zombies are dead.

They’re right. They are dead, but they’re not DEAD, no matter what the naysayers say. After all, you wouldn’t be here if they were, would you?

Zombies never die, and that’s why we love them. They’re relentless. They can ruin a day at a moment’s notice. Zombies offer us a quick ride to the apocalypse, a way to swiftly bring the world to its knees. An opportunity to imagine how we’d stand up to not only limited resources, but also to hordes of undead bent on our destruction.

And that’s why I write about them, but I don’t really write about zombies. I write about the people facing the zombies—their fears, their strengths, their weaknesses. Every decent zombie book does. And that’s why we keep coming back. Sure, we love to discuss which ammo or machete or bludgeon would be best, but what we really want to know is: How do the characters survive? How does a world like that change you (for the better or worse)? What do you do when there seems to be no hope for survival?

Remember in high school, when we learned about the three basic types of conflict in fiction— man vs. nature, man vs. man, and man vs. himself? A good story has at least one, but zombie fiction often gives us all three. It’s a story of man—or woman, of course—against nature (the zombies, in this case), against himself and against other men.

And all of that makes for a rollicking good time, at least for us readers. The characters, maybe not so much. We scream at them from our armchairs, shake our heads at the stupid things they sometimes do and hope that in a world such as that we wouldn’t make the same mistakes. But we can’t be so sure, can we?

So we keep reading zombie stories. Almost as relentlessly as those zombies we love. We read for the conflict, for the characters and maybe even as a primer in case the zombie apocalypse really does happen. We have to cover all our bases.

And you know what? Those folks who say zombies are so over are gonna be toast. Which means more ammo, food and supplies for us. And, from what I’ve read, that’s not a bad thing.

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Sarah Lyons Fleming

Until the End of the World (Book 1)


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The stench of rotting flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 33 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of June.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #SummerZombie

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in June, here’s the complete list, updated daily:


Summer Of Zombie Interview: Rebecca Besser #SummerZombie


Summer of Zombie 2014 SPOTLIGHT ON: Rebecca Besser


What is your latest zombie release?

Cursed Bounty


Quick description of it (no spoilers)

When a zombie bounty hunter is sent to a small western town after bank robbers, things get complicated…and deadly for the local sheriff and his men. 

They must fight the battle for moral good against a powerful, corrupt politician and the zombies he controls. 


Something unique about it.

It’s a story with a twist on the normal zombie set in the Wild West.


Links for people to purchase it.


Your promo links.


Your short Bio.

Rebecca Besser resides in Ohio with her wonderful husband and amazing son. They’ve come to accept her quirks as normal while she writes anything and everything that makes her inner demons squeal with delight. She’s best known for her work in adult horror, but has been published in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry for a variety of age groups and genres. She’s entirely too cute to be scary in person, so she turns to the page to instill fear into the hearts of the masses. She’s currently seeking an agent with her first novel, Nurse Blood, with hopes to expand her reach of dread through a mass market publication in the future.


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The stench of rotting flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 33 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of June.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #SummerZombie

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in June, here’s the complete list, updated daily:


Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2014 Post Links


Here is where all of the posts for the #SummerZombie blog tour will be updated on a daily basis in the month of June. You can expect 3 posts a day during the tour from various zombie authors. 

Sunday June 1st

Kirk Allmond (interview) on Blaze McRob’s Tales of Terror Blog

Shana Festa (guest post) on Yours In Storytelling Blog

Monday June 2nd

Christine Verstraete (teaser) on Graeme Reynold’s Blog

Jay Wilburn (interview) on Author Rebecca Besser’s Blog

Jack Wallen (guest post) on G. Elmer Munson’s Blog

Stevie Kopas (interview) on Books, Beer & Blogshit

Tuesday June 3rd

Charles Ingersoll (teaser) at The Bookie Monster Blog

Chris Tucker (interview) on Horror After Dark Blog

Timothy Baker (guest post) on Sweet Southern Home Blog

Wednesday June 4th

Claire C. Riley (teaser) on Buy Zombie Blog

T.W. Piperbrook (interview) on Chris Tucker Books Blog

Stevie Kopas (guest post) on Richard Schiver’s Blog

John O’Brien (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit

Thursday June 5th

Melanie Karsak (teaser) on What Zombies Fear Blog

Rhonda Parrish (interview) on Jay Wilburn’s Blog

Shawn Chesser (guest post) on Manuscripts Burn Blog

Rebecca Besser (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit

Friday June 6th

Stephanie Kozeniewski (interview) on The Darkness Goes ‘Round Blog

Erik Gustafson (teaser) on Darkness Abound Blog

Mark Tufo (guest post) on Leah Rhyne’s Blog

Kirk Allmond (guest post) on Rhonda Parrish’s Blog

Jay Wilburn (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit

Saturday June 7th

Julianne Snow (teaser) on The Twisted Mind Blog

Bryan Cassiday (interview) on Day Zero Blog

Christine Verstraete  (Guest post) on Rhonda Parrish’s Blog

Sunday June 8th

Sarah Lyon Fleming (teaser) on Brewed Bohemian Blog

Thomas M. Malfarina (interview) on Hobbes End Publishing Blog

Ian McClellan (guest post) on Reviewing The Apocalypse Blog

Monday June 9th

Robert Chazz Chute (teaser) on Author Candy O’Donnell’s Blog

Peggy Martinez (interview) on LiteraryEllyMay’s Blog

David P Forsyth (guest post) on Zombie Evolution Blog

Charles Ingersoll (interview) at Books, Beer & Bullshit Blog

Tuesday June 10th

TS Alan (teaser) on Six Feet From Hell Blog

Ian Woodhead (interview) on Zombie Rising Magazine Blog

John O’Brien (guest post) on The Dark Fantastic Blog

Claire C. Riley (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Wednesday June 11th

Jaime Johnesee (teaser) on Girl Zombie Authors Blog

Rebecca Besser (interview) on Armand Rosamilia’s Blog

Alex Laybourne (guest post) on Paranormal Tendencies Blog

Kirk Allmond (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Thursday June 12th

Shana Festa (teaser) on A Life In Limbo Blog

Jack Wallen (interview) on Zombie Guide Magazine Blog

Jay Wilburn (guest post) on Cupcake’s Corner Blog

Chris Tucker (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Friday June 13th

Chris Tucker (teaser) on Darkness Dwells Blog

Charles Ingersoll (interview) on Bones Along The Road Blog

Armand Rosamilia (guest post) on Get Jack’d Blog

Saturday June 14th

Timothy Baker (teaser) on Horror Tree Blog

Stevie Kopas (interview) on Claire C. Riley’s Blog

TW Piperbrook (guest post) on Words, Words, Words Blog

Sunday June 15th

Shawn Chesser (teaser) on Visionary Press Collaborative Blog

Claire C. Riley (interview) on Violet VanDoren’s Blog

Rhonda Parrish (Guest post) on Whatnot Blog

Monday June 16th

Stephen Kozeniewski (teaser) on Zombie Pop Blog

Erik Gustafson (interview) on Under The Oak Book Reviews Blog

Melanie Karsak (guest post) on Storyteller – S.K. Gregory’s Blog

Mark Tufo (interview) on Courtney Rene’s Blog

Shana Festa (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Tuesday June 17th

Thomas M. Malfarina (teaser) on Bryan Cassiday’s Blog

Julianne Snow (interview) on Heath Stallcup’s Blog

Bryan Cassiday (guest post) on Terrorphoria Blog

TS Alan (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Wednesday June 18th

Ian McClellan (teaser) on Chazz Writes Blog

Robert Chazz Chute (interview) on Sparky Lee Geek’s Blog

Sarah Lyons Fleming (guest post) on Armand Rosamilia’s Blog

Timothy Baker (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Thursday June 19th

Peggy Martinez (teaser) on Trip Through My Mind Blog

David P Forsyth (interview) on Word Wenches Guilty Pleasure Blog

TS Alan (guest post) on Darkness Beckons Blog

Ian Woodhead (teaser) on A Book Addict’s Delight Blog

TW Piperbrook (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Friday June 20th

John O’Brien (teaser) on The Flip Side Of Julianne Blog

Jaime Johnesee (interview) on TS Alan: Dark Horizons Blog

Rebecca Besser (guest post) on Whispers From The Abyss Blog

Armand Rosamilia(interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Saturday June 21st

Alex Laybourne (teaser) on The Cerebral Writer Blog

Shana Festa (interview) on Fabulous And Fun Blog

Chuck Ingersoll (guest post) on Brewed Bohemian Blog

Mark Tufo (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Sunday June 22nd

Kirk Allmond (teaser) on The Darkness Goes ‘Round Blog

Christine Verstraete (interview) on Graeme Reynold’s Blog

Chris Tucker (guest post) on Manuscripts Burn Blog

Monday June 23rd

Armand Rosamilia (teaser) on John M Whalen’s Blog

Timothy Baker (interview) on The Sinister Scribblings of Sarah E. Glenn Blog

Claire C. Riley (guest post) on One Book At A Time Blog

Bryan Cassiday (teaser) on Rhonda Parrish’s Blog

Julianne Snow (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit

Ian McClellan (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Days With The Undead Interviews: Introduction

Tuesday June 24th

Jay Wilburn (teaser) on Zombie Horror Blog

Shawn Chesser (interview) on Chasing Steampunk Blog

Erik Gustafson (guest post) on Self Publish Or Die Blog

John O’Brien (interview) on TS Alan: Dark Horizon’s Blog

Robert Chazz Chute (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Jaime Johnesee (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Days With The Undead: 10 Word Challenge

Wednesday June 25th

Jack Wallen (teaser) on Stuart Conover’s Blog

Melanie Karsak (interview) on Kirk Allmond’s Blog

Stephen Kozeniewski (guest post) on The Bookie Monster Blog

Shawn Chesser (interview) on Melanie Karsak’s Blog

Rhonda Parrish (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Bryan Cassiday (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Days With The Undead: Would You Survive Your Zombies?

Thursday June 26th

T.W. Piperbrook (teaser) on Kulz’s Captured Imagination Blog

Sarah Lyons Fleming (interview) on G Elmer Munson’s Blog

Julianne Snow (guest post) on Sweet Southern Home Blog

Jaime Johnesee (guest post) on Horror After Dark Blog

Days With the Undead: Pop Quiz Time!

Thomas M. Malfarina (interview) at Books, Beer &Blogshit Blog

Jack Wallen (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Friday June 27th

Stevie Kopas (teaser) on Bufton’s Blog

Alex Laybourne (interview) on Author Candy O’Donnell’s Blog

Thomas M. Malfarina (guest post) on Day Zero Book Blog

Rebecca Besser (teaser) on Blood, Sweat And Books Blog

Days With The Undead: Which Celebrity Would You Want?

Stephen Kozeniewski (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Sarah Lyons Fleming (interview) at Books, Beer & Blogshit Blog

Saturday June 28th

Rhonda Parrish (teaser) on Yours In Storytelling Blog

Ian McClellan (interview) on Someone Read This Blog

Robert Chazz Chute (guest post) on Rhys Christopher Ethan’s Blog

Days With The Undead: Musical Survival

Sunday June 29th

Mark Tufo (teaser) on Zombie Guide Magazine’s Blog

TS Alan (interview) on Darkness Dwells Blog

Peggy Martinez (guest post) on The Power of Passion Blog

Days With The Undead: The Unexpected…

Monday June 30th

Armand Rosamilia (interview) on Trip Through My Mind Blog

Ian Woodhead (guest post) on Author Rebecca Besser’s Blog

David P Forsyth (teaser) on Armand Rosamilia’s Blog

Days With The Undead: Human Vs. Humane

Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2014 – Amazon Author Links


Here are links to the 33 authors involved in the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2014 for their Amazon Author page

Check out all the releases they have to offer, and not only purchase a couple-three but make sure you kindly leave reviews so they can continue to bring you great stories in the future… and follow the entire tour posts in June on the #SummerZombie event page! 

Alex Laybourne

Armand Rosamilia

Bryan Cassiday

Charles Ingersoll

Chris Tucker

Christine Verstraete

Claire Riley

David P Forsyth

Erik Gustafson

Ian McClellan

Ian Woodhead

Jack Wallen

Jaime Johnesee

Jay Wilburn

John O’Brien

Julianne Snow

Kirk Allmond

Mark Tufo

Melanie Karsak

Peggy Martinez

Rebecca Besser

Rhonda Parrish

Robert Chazz Chute

Sarah Lyons Fleming

Shana Festa

Shawn Chesser

Stephen Kozeniewski

Stevie Kopas

Thomas M. Malafarina

Timothy Baker

T.S. Alan

T.W. Brown

T.W. Piperbrook

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The stench of rotting flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 33 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of June.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #SummerZombie

Guest Post: Pamela K. Kinney

Before I wrote this fictional horror tale in Southern Haunts: Devils in the Darkness, “Let Demon Dogs Lie,” it began Hell life as a mere slip of a legend set in the mountain town of Valle Crucis, North Carolina, about a demon dog seen on Highway 194, near a church. The small town takes its name, which is Latin for “Valley of the Cross” from the two streams which meet at right angles in the middle of the valley. There is a stone church off Highway 194, where a dog from the very pit of Hell stalks among the tombstones of the cemetery connected to the church. To escape this beast, you must reach the bridge where below it, the streams meet in a cross. Maybe this is the liquid version of a crossroads? It makes one wonder.

With Halloween being my favorite time of the year, I knew this story about my two characters had to take place around this scary time. Add a dash of costumes due to a party, a late-night road trip for home, and a wife excited about legends of North Carolina she had heard at the party, particularly one about a demon dog, and walla!, “Let Demon Dogs Lie” was born.


From the fiery abyss of the underworld comes 20 hellish tales from the south and southwest. Within these charred pages are stories that will introduce you to the many demons that stay hidden but are always nearby…


20 authors provide stories of possessed people, objects, houses, highways, and the devil’s favorite playground – the forest.


Dare to meet Deidless, a demon who is a buyer of souls. Discover what kind of demons men can summon. Read of battles between good and evil. Learn of ancient artifacts and stones that crave sacrifice. Finally, become acquainted with legions of evil.


Again, we invite you, sit back, dim the lights, and prepare yourself to meet the devils in the darkness.


Southern Haunts: Devils in the Darkness is the next installment in the exciting anthology series that began with Southern Haunts: Spirits That Walk Among Us.