Jack Wallen Teaser for #WinterZombie2014


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Cry Zombie Cry

 

Jack Wallen

chapter 3 | exit light, enter Rizzo

 

“Oh my God, turn that fucking thing off!” Joshua shouted over the Obliterator.

“What’s the matter, tough guy?” Morgan chided.

Jamal leaned forward, his head between the front seats, to address Josh and Morgan. “Tell me you have an ETA on your unit.”

“Aren’t you having fun? It’s like Camp of the Damned.” Joshua laughed at his attempted humor.

“Yeah, I’ve seen that film; it doesn’t end well—at least not for us.”

Morgan leaned over and smacked the back of Joshua’s head. “Stop being such a goofball, Josh. Tell the poor man how soon the cavalry will arrive.”

Josh laughed and glanced at his watch. “They should be here any minute.”

The distant sound of moans wafted up from the darkening sky.

“Please don’t get dark yet,” Echo whispered, as if to hide her plea. I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame and pulled her into me.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything hurt you.”

The words took me back to broken promises from the past. Susan—another young girl I’d promised to protect. That failure would eat at my heart for eternity. The only thing to be done was to finally make good on a similar promise and ensure nothing happened to Echo.

So far, so good.

“By the way, what’s the plan once we’re gassed up and on the road?” Jamal spoke softly. I loved that about him, how he always knew when to effect peace in a room—one of his many gifts.

“The plan hasn’t changed,” I started. “We hunt down and kill the Zero Day Collective and reclaim Jacob.”

Echo shuddered. “Jesus, when you put it that way it makes Jacob seem more property than prophet.”

The sentiment cut sharply. The thought that Jacob would ever be seen as a commodity to be tossed back and forth between enemy lines was insane. He was my baby, my joy, my hope for life. The idea threatened to spiral me down into emotional withdrawal. I had to change the subject before I reached critical psychological mass.

“Speaking of which,” I added, as I focused my attention back to the laptop, “I need to see if the tracker has any hits.”

It has always been rumored that technology would eventually be the ultimate demise of man. The singularity would occur and machines would take over. The tiniest fragment of my intelligence begged me to consider it possible the singularity had finally arrived—in human form. The lowest common denominator had won out and would overtake the planet with predictable stupidity and greed. Ignorance and power were the new currency.

I propped the laptop back on my lap and minimized the Obliterator application. In its place came the tracker. The application ran in the background, collecting tons of data from the network at large. Any time specific suspect words were captured, traveling across the global network of connected computers and communication satellites, a flag would be raised and the data packets logged. Once the tracker had collected enough data, I could sift through the information and begin piecing together the location of the Zero Day Collective and Jacob. It was only a matter of time before they appeared on my radar. The NSA and Sherlock Holmes had nothing on me.

As soon as the tracker window was open, Jamal peered over my shoulder, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as my eyes ripped through the information. A pattern started to develop.

Mobile unit.

Biologist.

Zero Day Collective.

Jacob.

40.0176 degrees North.

105.2797 degrees West.

“Bethany,” Jamal whispered, “that’s Boulder, Colorado. But what does it mean by “Mobile unit”?”

“Well, Jamal, I would assume it means that whoever is sending out these communications happens to be on some sort of mobile Zero Day Collective biological unit. In other words, it’s moving.”

Jamal sighed. “So getting a fixed location isn’t likely.”

I nodded.

Jamal grinned. “Yes, but…if you get a number of consecutive coordinates, you can at least predict where the unit will be at a given time. Of course, that would require knowing what type of unit and at what speed they were traveling.”

Before Jamal could continue, I silenced him with a palm to the lips.

“Joshua, how quickly can you get us to Boulder?”

Josh laughed. “At this rate it’ll take, oh, forever!”

Again, Morgan smacked Josh across the back of the head.

“I’m just fucking with you. We get back up to speed soon, and I can have you there in a day…tops.”

“B, what do you have in mind?”

Before I could answer Jamal, a soul-destroying roar ripped through the truck. The prehistoric release was followed by the shattering of glass and a pale arm reaching into the truck. Dirty, blood-soaked fingers tangled deep into Echo’s hair and yanked hard. Echo released a cry that was almost too high in pitch to hear as the arm pulled her head toward the shattered glass.

“What the hell? The Obliterator is running strong.” Josh shouted, as he gave the volume knob for the Obliterator one last turn.

“Oh my God, look at its ears,” was all Morgan needed to say.

Blood was caked around both ears. A thick, viscous liquid bubbled from the holes on the side of his head.

“The fucker cracked his skull on the cement until he went deaf,” Joshua added. “Perfect immunity to the power of the Obliterator.”

The beast gave another tug that pulled Echo’s head nearer the shattered window. Echo’s arms flailed outward to thwart the thing’s attempts at commandeering her skull.

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

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! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

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

 

http://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

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Change Jar Books, Snowflakes And #ASOT2015


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This is why I love Change Jar Books… and why you need to find a little mom & pop independent bookstore in your area and buy from them and keep them around… 

Suzanne and Craig have always been great to us local authors, giving us a nice section in their store and letting us do book signings and pretty much whatever we want. They even have a nice display of my Flagler Beach Fiction Series books on their counter. Book six just released, which is set right in Change Jar Books. Yeah, I love the place. 

I’ve been very lucky because when I started doing Authors Supporting Our Troops in the beginning of 2014, they were very helpful with ideas and took care of all the shipping. I simply dropped off the many, many boxes going to the soldiers and they streamlined the shipping and paying for me so I didn’t have to stand in lines at the post office or have any worries. 

All throughout the year I’ve shipped sporadic books, even when the event was technically on hiatus. Whenever I filled a couple of boxes I’d drive down to Flagler Beach and they’d be shipped. Nice and easy. 

On top of that, they also put a jar on the counter and asked customers to donate to the cause with their spare change. And the book buyers of Flagler Beach always amazed me, because every week or so when I went in there was not only a pile of coins but singles and fives (and sometimes even bigger!) stuffed in the jar. Truly a Change Jar… see what I did there?

So, when I was in Change Jar Books (in their huge new location at 319 Moody Blvd, Flagler Beach, FL 32136) yesterday to ship out five boxes to three soldiers and collect a full jar of donations, owners Suzanne and Craig hit me with a great idea…

Snowflakes for $1.00.

Like you see in many businesses, instead of just collecting a donation, we were going to ‘sell’ a snowflake for a buck and you can proudly write your name on it. Change Jar Books will post them around and show off that you care about the soldiers. How neat is that? 

They’ll kick it off tomorrow and collect until they run out of room to post them! And with all the love I get from Flagler Beach and their customers, it shouldn’t take long…

If you’re in Flagler Beach, stop in and see the new Change Jar Books and say hi to the owners. Buy one (or three) of my books, and donate to the Authors Supporting Our Troops event as well! 

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Joe McKinney Guest Post for #WinterZombie2014


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Why I Write the Dark Stuff

 Joe McKinney

 

 

In my day job, I’m a patrol supervisor for the San Antonio Police Department.  I work the west side of town.  The police officers who make the calls, who make the arrests, who keep the peace in the busiest part of the city, they work for me.  I’m the one they call when they have major crime scenes that need managing or when something just doesn’t look right.

 

What that means is that I have to see a lot of dead bodies.  And I mean a lot of them.

 

Like last week.  One of my officers called because he had a decomp (police parlance for a body that’s been rotting in place for a good long while) and he wasn’t sure if it was suicide or homicide.  So I showed up to the apartment and there was the dead guy, seated on the floor (or almost on the floor, his butt was about two inches off the carpet).  He had a noose around his neck, though you could barely see it because his skin was so bloated and gummy with rot that it had sort of oozed over the rope.

 

“So, what do you think?” the officer asked.

 

“Suicide,” I told him.

 

“But he’s sitting down.  Wouldn’t he have rolled over or something when he started to choke?  That’s like an instinct or something, isn’t it?”

 

“No,” I said.  “What you’re looking at is an act of will power.  If you want to do something bad enough, you’ll see it through.”

 

He looked from me to the body and shook his head.

 

“Besides,” I added, “look at all that medication in there in his bathroom.  Those drugs are for hepatitis and cancer.  He did this because he was hurting pretty bad.  And look up there.”  I pointed to the ceiling where our dead guy had nailed the rope to the rafter.  “He did that because he didn’t want the rope to slip off.  And look at where he chose to do this, here in the bedroom, so his relatives coming in the front door wouldn’t have to see him.  I bet if you look around here, you’ll find a note.  Probably in the other room, out of sight of the bedroom.”

 

The officer nodded.

 

We both stood there, staring at the body.  The apartment didn’t have air conditioning, and it felt like standing inside an oven, even though it was the middle of the night.  The smell was really bad.

 

The officer kind of chuckled and said, “So, Sarge, I guess this is one for your next book, huh?”

 

I offered him a bland smile.  Cops develop their gallows humor long before they learn that it’s actually a defense mechanism against the horror of confronting your own mortality, and this officer was one of the young ones.  He still had a lot to learn.

 

“Go look for the note,” I said.

 

He stiffened.  “Yes, sir.”

 

When he was gone, I found myself looking at that dead man’s face.  Suicides always get to me. Something about standing in the presence of someone so desperate to take control of their pain and their emotional devastation that they would resort to this makes me feel numb.

 

In the other room, the young officer was clumsily knocking around.  Something fell over and broke.  I almost called out to him to be careful, but held my tongue.  You see, my mind had drifted from my day job to my night job.  I was thinking about what he’d said about my next book.  So many people seem to have that opinion about horror, and about zombie fiction in particular.  To them, a book about shambling dead things eating the living must be nothing but gratuitous violence and gore.  What else could it be?

 

Well, I take exception to that.

 

I started writing because I was scared of the future.  My wife and I had just gotten married.  Then we had a daughter, and the world suddenly seemed so much more complex.  In the wink of an eye, I went from a carefree young cop—a lot like the one in the other room knocking stuff over—to a man with more responsibilities than he could count.  I had obligations and commitments coming at me from every angle.

 

I’d been writing stories for a good long while at that point, starting sometime in my early teens, but never with the intention of doing anything about them.  I would write them out on a yellow legal pad, staple the finished pages together, and leave them on the corner of my desk until the next idea came to me.

 

Never once did it occur to me to do something with what I’d written.  I just threw those stories away and forgot them.  But then came adulthood, and parenthood, and I found myself groping to put the world in order, to regain some of the control I felt I had lost.  I realized that writing could help me with that.  I realized that I could focus my anxieties and make something useful of them.

 

And so I started writing a science fiction novel.  It was a big space opera epic, and it was pure trash.  Every word of it was awful.

 

The reason?  Well, it wasn’t authentic.  It wasn’t me.

 

The real me, the kid who sat at his desk filling up yellow legal pads rather than going out bike riding with his friends, was a horror junkie.  I was crazy for the stuff.  Horror was my first literary love, and I figured, seeing as love was what drove me to return to writing, that I should write what I love. I was feeling like the world was rushing at me from every side, so I wrote a zombie story about characters who had the living dead rushing in at them from every side.  That’s when things started to click.  That’s when it all made sense.

 

But it wasn’t just that simple.  You see, I sincerely believe that fear is the most authentic, and the most useful, emotion available to the storyteller.  It is as vital as love, and indeed, gives love its profundity, for what makes love, and family, and everything we treasure so valuable but the fear that it could all go away in the blink of an eye.  For me, fear goes far beyond monsters.  It is the catalyst for my creative process, and without that creative process, I’m afraid I would wither up inside.  I’m not saying I’d end up like that suicide I just told you about if I couldn’t write anymore, nothing that melodramatic, but absence of that creative outlet would be a hole that nothing else could fill.

 

So that’s why I write the dark stuff.

 

Joe McKinney

San Antonio, Texas

September 11, 2012

Plague of the Undead

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

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! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

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

 

http://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

 

Guest Post: Carson Buckingham


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How Can A House Be So Scary?

Carson Buckingham

I have always been in love with the style of the grand old painted ladies of architecture—the Victorian Era.  I grew up in an 1880 Victorian and it was a real challenge to sneak in late at night without waking my mother, with all the creaking that went on when I walked.  I finally figured out that if I went up the stairs with each foot on the extreme side of the steps, I could make it without a sound.

I first saw the movie Psycho in a Victorian, while babysitting for my chemistry teacher’s two boys.  They were in bed.  An electric storm was raging outside, and there I was, sitting at the top of the house watching this movie. What can I say?  I was a moron at age 15. Believe me, I was never so happy to see my chemistry teacher in my life when they finally got home!

But what makes these houses scary?

I’m writing about Victorians because my novel, Gothic Revival, takes place in one.  Let’s start with the fact that they are so old that at least one person has probably died in each of them, and it’s easy, especially when alone at night, for your imagination to run away with you.  Every creak becomes a footstep.  Every sigh of the wind or groan of arthritic settling becomes an uneasy spirit afoot in the night.

I think another contributing element to this mystique is the fact that there are few electrical outlets in Victorians, and therefore, fewer places to plug in lamps.  The shadows from lack of bright light seem threatening, seem to be hiding something.  Most people associate shadows and dim lighting with nothing good.

The venue has everything to do with interpretation of mundane structural events, too.  For example, a poorly hung door in an ultra-modern, well-lit house might swing shut on its own, as ill-installed doors tend to do, and nothing is thought of it; but if it happens in a Victorian, the next call made is to the Ghostbusters.

Additionally, many Victorians were built on a large-ish parcel of land.  There may have been neighbors, but they weren’t right on top of each other the way they are building houses now.  A feeling of isolation, whether real or imagined, also leads to anxiety in a house from this era.

So shadows, night sounds, and a lonesome place… that’s what makes a house so scary.

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Gothic Revival

Carson Buckingham

Alex and Leo Renfield are a husband and wife contractor team who’ve recently moved to the village of Woodhaven, Connecticut to escape the chaos of life in New York. Pretty close to broke, they meet Theodora Hamilton, a somewhat unsavory and odd individual, who offers them an astronomical amount of money to repaint the first floor of her family home.

But along with the huge paycheck comes a set of unsettling rules that must be followed explicitly if they are to accept the offer; one of which is they must reside on the property having no direct contact with the outside world until the job is complete.

Is Theodora Hamilton just an eccentric woman with a peculiar way of doing things, or is there a more sinister agenda that Alex and Leo are unaware of? What exactly does she have in store for this down-on-their-luck couple who have no choice but to accept the offer and the strange requirements that come along with it?

Gothic Revival can be found online at major retailers including:

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Carson Buckingham knew from childhood that she wanted to be a writer, and began, at age six, by writing books of her own, hand-drawing covers, and selling them to any family member who would pay (usually a gum ball) for what she referred to as “classic literature.” When she ran out of relatives, she came to the conclusion that there was no real money to be made in self-publishing, so she studied writing and read voraciously for the next eighteen years, while simultaneously collecting enough rejection slips to re-paper her living room… twice.

When her landlord chucked her out for, in his words, “making the apartment into one hell of a downer,” she redoubled her efforts and collected four times the rejection slips in half the time, single-handedly causing the first paper shortage in U.S. history.

But she persevered, improved greatly over the years, and here we are.

Carson Buckingham has been a professional proofreader, editor, newspaper reporter, copywriter, technical writer, comedy writer, humorist, and fiction author. Besides writing, she loves to read and work in her vegetable garden. She lives in the United States in the state of Arizona.

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Being Interviewed Is An Honor To Me


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I’ve been asked many, many times to be interviewed over the last 3 or so years, and I get excited every time. Whether it is an e-mail interview, podcast interview via Skype or in person, it is usually enjoyable. It is definitely helping me to reach new potential readers, too…

I’ve lost count of the interviews I’ve done and I’m way too lazy to go back and figure out a number. I know it is between 1 and 987 (I don’t believe I’ve done 988 or more). I know they’ve all been fun. Hell, even the interviews that were boring are fun because it let me see what not to do when I was interviewing someone, so each time it is a learning experience. 

I’m hoping to do more interviews soon, because January 1st 2015 the new year of Authors Supporting Our Troops officially begins. I want to create more awareness for the event and what I need. You can read about all of it Here if you’d like. If you’re an author, kindly sign and ship us some of your books. If you are a reader and/or supporter of the cause, kindly donate towards the massive shipping bill. 

I always have a new release as well, so I like to do interviews to promote myself, too. I like to tell goofy stories and try to add something unique to each interview whenever possible. I am a really big fan of chatting on podcasts, too. 

I do my own podcast, Arm Cast: Dead Sexy Horror Podcast, and love to chat with other horror authors each week. I try not to be just another interview podcast. I have a conversation with the guests, swap stories and try to have fun. No set questions in front of me. Whether I’m good friends with the guest or I’ve only heard their name, I try to get to know them better. 

It is quite odd when an author doesn’t get out there and promote themselves to me. Doing a written interview takes a few minutes of your time, and going on a podcast maybe burns an hour. If I had my way I’d be ‘wasting’ four hours a day doing written interviews and a couple of podcasts a day. I love to talk about myself… yes, I am quite humble. 

If you’re an author, where do you fit into the equation? Do you want to do more interviews, or think they aren’t worth it?

As a potential reader, do you read and/or listen to interviews with new authors to see if you’re interested in reading them? Does it affect your buying habits?

I want to do 5 interviews a day, to be honest… so… who’s got some questions? Send me a message at  armandrosamilia@gmail.com and we can begin! 

Armand

Guest Post: Denise Grover Swank


 

Thirty-Three and a Half
Shenanigans
,
the sixth book in the USA Today bestselling Rose Gardner Mystery series will
release on November 4, 2014.
Rose is called into action
when Neely Kate’s cousin goes missing and the police refuse to 
take it seriously. But
while the authorities—Rose’s ex-boyfriend, included—are certain the missing
woman has run away, mounting evidence points to foul play. Rose agrees to
help her friend, even if it means partaking in
Neely Kate’s shenanigans, including 
an impromptu trip to a
strip club.
And because trouble never
comes without a guest, Skeeter Malcolm, Fenton County’s newly crowned
underground king, resurfaces, saying he needs Rose’s visionary gift to track
down his enemies. He makes her the only offer she can’t refuse: The guaranteed
safety of her assistant DA boyfriend, Mason Deveraux, who is being threatened
by forces unknown. The Fenton County law enforcement is still abuzz about the
infamous Lady in Black, who took part in the underground auction that earned
Skeeter his crown. Can Rose risk a reprisal of her role?
As the stakes
continue to rise and the search for Neely Kate’s cousin becomes increasingly
complicated, Rose must struggle to keep both her secret identity and her sanity.
iBooks:
 
 
 
 
THIRTY-THREE AND A HALF SHENANIGANS is an
iBooks Best Books of the Month in
 Australia and New Zealand!!!Rose Gardner is an endearing heroine who’s just
trying run a landscaping business, but her ability to glimpse the future keeps
putting her in harm’s way. The latest lighthearted installment in Denise Grover
Swank’s bestselling romantic suspense series should hook newcomers while
continuing to delight established fans. With
its small-town Arkansas setting, likable characters, old-fashioned mystery, and
easygoing humor, Thirty-Three and a Half Shenanigans is an entertaining weekend
read. 

–iBooks Editors’ Note

–iBooks Best Books of the Month, November 2014,
Australia and New Zealand

#ibooks #rosegardner

Cracking my eyes open. I glanced around the room. Everything looked fine
until I noticed specks of red all over my ivory comforter.
Red rose petals
were strewn all over my bed.

Shrieking, I sat up and scrambled backward, bumping into the headboard.Rose petals were scattered in a path that led from my bed out the open doorway
into the hall.

My heart hammering in my chest, I got out of bed and rounded the corner into
the hall, terrified of what I’d find. The petals continued down the hall and
led to my sofa, which was now covered in red splatters, eerily similar to
Momma’s sofa after her head had been bashed in by Daniel Crocker’s rolling pin.
I fought hysteria and swallowed to keep from throwing up as I inched closer,
terrified the red stains were blood. A wooden rolling pin covered in red on one
end lay on the middle cushion next to a geode with purple crystals, both
pinning a piece of paper in place. I carefully pulled the sheet out, my hand
shaking so hard I could barely read the handwritten note.

My dearest Rose,

You and I have business that I’m very much looking forward to finishing.

Eternally yours, Dan

 
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in
Kansas City, Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she
became a nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over
the course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English
and smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive
Nick Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in own
her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you
believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and
the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within
two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to perform many
unspeakable tasks.
 She has six children and hasn’t lost her sanity.
Or
so she leads you to believe.
Website: 
Facebook:
Email: 
DeniseGroverSwank@gmail.com
 
 Denise Grover Swank, Amy Miles, Kristie
Cook, AnnaLisa Grant and Chanda Hahn
 will be touring the UK April 21-30th
2015!

We will be stopping
in London, York, Glasgow, Birmingham and Cardiff. Here’s the schedule:
Tuesday 21st April 2015

4pm – 7pm

Kensington Central Library

Phillimore Walk

London

W8 7RX

Thursday 23rd April 2015

3pm – 7pm

Hotel 53

53 Piccadilly

York

North Yorkshire

YO1 9PL

Saturday 25th April 2015

Glasgow

TBC

Tuesday 28th April 2015

5pm – 8pm

Library of Birmingham

Centenary Square

Broad Street

Birmingham

B1 2ND

Thursday 30th April 2015

3pm – 6:30pm

Cardiff Central Library

The Hayes

Cardiff

CF10 1FL

Space at the signings are limited. To guarantee you
get to meet the authors we are recommending that you purchase an exclusive book
bag for £5 and this will confirm your spot. Book bag purchases are not a
requirement but are recommended.

Here’s the link to purchase your book bag and
guarantee your spot at your desired location: 

Winter of Zombie Post List #WinterZombie2014


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Here is the complete list and link to every post for the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014… updated daily!

Saturday November 1st

Kickoff! 

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Sunday November 2nd

Jack Wallen interview

Jaime Johnesee guest post

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Monday November 3rd

Mark Tufo teaser

Shawn Chesser interview

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Tuesday November 4th

John O’Brien guest post

Jack Wallen Interview

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Wednesday November 5th

Jay Wilburn teaser

Bobby Adair guest post

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Thursday November 6th

Eric A. Shelman interview

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Friday November 7th

Joe McKinney guest post

Jay Wilburn interview

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Saturday November 8th

Jack Wallen teaser

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Sunday November 9th

Jaime Johnesee interview

Shawn Chesser guest post

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Monday November 10th

John O’Brien guest post

Jay Wilburn guest post

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Tuesday November 11th

Armand Rosamilia interview

Eric A. Shelman interview

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Wednesday November 12th

Mark Tufo short story part 1

Bobby Adair interview

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Thursday November 13th

Mark Tufo short story part 2

Joe McKinney interview

Armand Rosamilia guest post

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Friday November 14th

Mark Tufo short part 3

Eric A. Shelman guest post

Jaime Johnesee interview

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Saturday November 15th

Shawn Chesser teaser

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Sunday November 16th

Jack Wallen guest post

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Monday November 17th

John O’Brien interview

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Tuesday November 18th

 Jay Wilburn teaser

Shawn Chesser interview

Joe McKinney guest post

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Wednesday November 19th

Joe McKinney teaser

Bobby Adair guest post

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Thursday November 20th

Jaime Johnesee teaser

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Friday November 21st

Jay Wilburn guest post

John O’Brien teaser

Mark Tufo interview

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Saturday November 22nd

Jay Wilburn interview

Jack Wallen guest post

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Sunday November 23rd

Jaime Johnesee guest post

Jack Wallen teaser

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Monday November 24th

Shawn Chesser guest post

Jaime Johnesee teaser

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Tuesday November 25th

Bobby Adair teaser

John O’Brien interview

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Wednesday November 26th

Jay Wilburn guest post

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Thursday November 27th

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Friday November 28th

Mark Tufo interview

Armand Rosamilia interview

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Saturday November 29th

Armand Rosamilia guest post

Eric A. Shelman teaser

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Sunday November 30th

Jack Wallen guest post

Jaime Johnesee guest post