Tag Archives: Horror

Halloween Giveaway & Coffin Hop

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Ah, Halloween, how I love you so. Ghosts and ghouls free to roam the dark streets for a night, to remind us how it feels to be alive. The brisk windgusts and fallen leaves twirling at our capes as we hunt. There’s candy, of course. And other traditions as well: Nightmare before Christmas playing in loop, pumpkin everything, reading spooky stories by candlelight… and the COFFIN HOP!!

Axel Howerton’s brainchild to unite horror writers for a week has grown over the years, and the prizes get even more awesome! Here’s the link to all the amazing participants – there’s giveaways, books and gore at every stop!!

DSCF5244My rules are very simple: fill the form below to win paperbacks of Girls & Monsters and Hunter’s Trap, and a Skellie (either be a vampire, a zombie or a spider), but you have to either follow this blog, follow me on twitter or follow my facebook page – your name or alias will suffice, as proof. And if you want to tell me your best Halloween secret, it’ll  make me a happy girl♥ The contest ends on Halloween night, at midnight, and the lucky winner’s name will be drawn in a hat the next morning.

Good luck, and don’t forget that Hunter’s Trap is on sale at 0.99$ for a very limited time!!

 

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Cursing at the Sky, Girls & Ghosts 1

I love fall. The crisp air, the tragic skies, the dying nature showing its best colors beofre crumbling to the ground… It makes me want to read a good ghost story, something to sink my teeth into. Wait, what? I’m not alone?! You good folks love to read chills and spooks as another season changes? Well, have I got something for you: the first of the Girls & Ghosts novellas, Cursing at the Sky♥

Cursing at the SkyBefore the accident and the wheelchair, there were the echoes.

Drug abuse and alcohol are part of Ina’s life; just like the ghosts that haunt her nights. She draws their faces on her bedroom wall, hope this will quiet the echoes of their whispers.

Until the night a car accident changes her life forever.

Now sober and confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life, Ina’s nights are still filled with haunting whispers as the ghosts beg her for help. Desperate for peace, she contemplates returning to the only way she knows to silence them, but her family take their own desperate measures and have her locked away.

Ina must learn what the spirits truly want, or be haunted by their echoes for the rest of her life.

Cursing at the Sky comes out NOVEMBER 18th, but will be available for PREORDERS


One week old

Hunter’s Trap is only one week old and already reviews have poured in. Is it love? Well it certainly makes their hearts pitter-patter, which is always what I try to do. Bringing chills, a little fright, a good creep… I aim to spook♥

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And a quick reminder that the GOODREADS giveaway ends on October 10th, so if you feel luck is on your side, go right ahead – with 3 chances to win a paperback, odds ain’t that bad.

Tiley, the ghost dog

Tilly, the ghost dog

 

On the day of the launch, instead of staring at Amazon’s ranks while bitting my nails, I went out with Hunter’s Trap…

 

 

I might be vegetarian, but my book isn't.

Meat-cutes happen all the time at the grocery store

 

 

We got lost in the way, and Hunter got hungry. Now, the lady standing next to me is not featured in the picture, which is quite a shame. Her horrified face was priceless.

 

 

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What is that you say? I’m not allowed to put ANY book under the #getobsessed section?

 

What an honor, what a dream… what a trickery. No, this picture is NOT photoshoped, but it doesn’t reflects reality, either. Oh well, one can always hope.

 

 

 

 

 


Happy bday, Hunter’s Trap♥

Pumpkin Spice Latte with a Bday Cakepop... and a mermaid.

Pumpkin Spice Latte with a Bday Cakepop… and a mermaid.

Well, it has arrived: my book. MY. BOOK. I’m so pleased, proud, scared, excited, a little noxious and so much in love. It looks like I wanted, it reads like I wanted, and I’m so happy to let it go on its own, in this scary, scary world beyond my computer.

Go, fly little one, and if you’re to come back, only with specters of black feathers…

Stay spooked,

a♥

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Hunter’s Trap Giveaway and Some Important News…

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It’s almost time for Hunter’s Trap’s launch (September 9th, don’t forget) and I wanted to share the excitement, so here’s the link to a Goodreads giveaway with 3 chances to win a paperback of my latest YA horror story. The contest ends on October 10th and is opened to participants living in Canada, the United States and the UK.

Other news worthy of your calendar:  the first of my novella series Girls & Ghosts is to be released in November, date TBA. What a thrill not only because I explore creepy, ghostly worlds again, but these stories feature strong heroines with a purpose other than romance.

And so far, Killer Girls should hit the virtual shelves mid-February…

Stay spooked, folks♥

 


Hunter’s Trap, Cover Reveal

Hunter's trap-FINAL FRONTIsn’t it perfect, folks? I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found not only an über talented cover artist, but someone who caught the vibe of the book. GINA CASEY, you rock♥

My YA horror HUNTER’S TRAP comes out September 9th, but keep your eyes opened on this site and Goodreads, because a couple of contests to win softcovers will stretch from now on to early October.

Happy haunting, everyone…

Seventeen-year-old Dayton Mulligan is stuck looking after his little brother Jeremy when their father goes off on his annual hunting trip. But when Dad’s last phone call ends in a shotgun blast, it’s enough to send both boys out into a blizzard to search for him.

Caught in the killer weather, Dayton and Jeremy take refuge in an abandoned hunting cabin, which isn’t as empty as it first seems. A ghost inhabits its walls and promises to reveal the truth behind their father’s disappearance, but the brothers doubt their host’s sincerity as the spirit demonstrates its hatred for anyone who trespasses on its land.

Far from the safety of civilization, Dayton must swallow his fears, fight for himself and for his family before it’s too late and Hunter’s Trap claims them all, forever.

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Sad Ghost Press

I wrote Hunter’s Trap two years and a half ago, for some new print press opening their doors to unagented authors; it got to the final round but ended up rejected, for reasons unknown. In between the ten queried agents, seven asked for the full manuscript to read; bold, daring and creepy as hell were mentioned attributes, but none of them bit the bait. So I let the book rest, thinking it could always be suggested as a second project in case an agent decided to represent me and asked to read something else that was ready.

And then, things happened, things that made me realize that maybe I don’t always play well with others, maybe I do have a tendency to want things my way, and maybe I want more creative control over my books. And why shouldn’t I want it all? Ten years of working hard, getting cramps from twisted fingers for luck, sacrificing a virgin every full moon spells for someone else to change my writer’s life… until I got fed up and decided to take charge.

It’s not easy letting go of my traditionally published dream: seeing my name printed on a hardcover, going on an in-store book tour, having a team backing me up if I fall, that kind of thing. It also comes with having no say over your cover design, editing to other people’s directions, and once again, being told what to do. I’m a rebel, it’s anchored within me to always question authority, to always wonder if I could have done it better by myself, with my own means, with nobody else controlling me.

ghostSo I founded Sad Ghost Press – an adequate imagery reflecting the main theme throughout my books. I’m scared, I’m a tad melancholy and a lot excited, because on September 9th, 2014, HUNTER’S TRAP will hit the virtual shelves and be available for people to read. My way, the way I want it. There will be a blog tour, giveaways, Skellies and Ghosties and paperbacks to win, and I can promise you this: this book, my first self-published novel, will be all me ♥

 


Giveaway Winners & Other Important Things

Halloween has come and gone, but there’s still a few skeletons in my closet:) First, we have giveaway winners: ZADA KENT wins the Girls & Monsters signed copy + The Monster Collection Skellies, and LAUREN GOFF is the winner for the Deaths by Drive-In ecopy anthology!!!

Laughing your head offNow, on other important things. I was lucky enough to be a contributor in THE CARNIVAL 13 collective novel and up until now had to keep my mouth shut about it… it nearly killed me, I was so excited! The proceeds go to Scares That Care, you get spooked by 13 authors writing each a chapter and you discover new favorites amongst the creepy clowns and wolfboys;)

Intrigued? Here’s more about it…

 

The Carnival 13

Come one, come all! Step right up and join thirteen masters of macabre literature as they take you on a journey unlike anything you’ve ever traveled. We’ve got freaks, fantasy and fear; all lined up waiting to take your breath away.

Will you be tempted by the Freaks of the Flesh? Astounded by the Freaks of Fantasy? Baffled by the Freaks of the Mind? All this and more await you for just the small price of three tickets… and your soul.

Featuring all-new and exclusive chapters from John Everson; Jason Darrick; Dan Dillard; Charles Colyott; Dale Eldon; James Garcia Jr.; Matt Schiariti; Anne Michaud; Rebecca Besser; Armand Rosamilia; Jon Olson; Brent Abell; and Julianne Snow – this twisted tale will leave you gasping until your last breath.

All proceeds to benefit Scares That Cares!

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The Carnival 13 Excerpt:

From Chapter One – John Everson

“I hate fuckin’ carnivals,” Brian said to a captive audience of clothes. They hung silently on their hangers, steadfastly refusing to comment. He absolutely did not want to go to the carnival. His clothes weren’t going to argue. But that didn’t change the fact he had to get dressed.

The colorful B & S Enterprises trucks had started unloading and setting up the tilt-a-whirl, Pirate’s Delight, and Bumble-Bee Bop rides in the Blackburn Mall parking lot on Wednesday. Polly had seen them on her drive to work after school. As much as Brian hated the damn things, he wasn’t going to let her see that, not after Polly had asked – with big gosh honey please eyes – if they could go. He was sure his face had lost all expression when he’d realized what she was begging for, but he’d gained control before letting her see his game-losing stare.

“Uh, sure!” he’d somehow managed. And Polly, excited about the idea of cotton candy and watergun balloon games, had managed to ignore or completely miss the look of frightened, anxious “Oh God, please no!” on her boyfriend’s face for the second it had appeared.

He rolled his eyes in the silence of his room and pulled his American Idiot concert t-shirt from the hanger. Somehow it seemed appropriate.

Fifteen minutes later, he was forcing a smile on the doorstep of Polly’s place. When she came to the door, light brown hair perfectly tousled over her shoulder, wearing a tight pink t-shirt and blue cut-off jean shorts, Brian’s forced smile changed from false to full-on for-real. She looked delicious.

“Don’t be too late,” her mom called from inside the house.

Polly turned and flashed an “oh puh-leez” look behind her. “I won’t,” she promised. Then she took his elbow and pulled him toward the driveway. “C’mon,” she said. “I want to get there before dark!”

Brian took another look at her glowing smile and even brighter eyes and decided that as much as he hated carnivals, this was going to be an amazing night.

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The mall parking lot was already packed when they pulled in and were directed off the asphalt to an impromptu lot in the neighboring field. The carnival itself straddled both the asphalt and the long, normally empty grass to the west of the mall. It was the first real heat of summer, and everyone in town was ready for a party. The visiting carnival gave them a good excuse, and they didn’t pass it up. It looked as if everyone in Blackburn had turned out. The buzz of the crowd was already loud above the festive music of the midway. Brian and Polly stood in a long line at the ticket counter for 10 minutes before a ticket-taker – oddly garbed in clown makeup, with pitch-black fingernails – snapped up their money and slapped down two generic red rectangles that said ‘Ticket’, proving they should have entrance.

“Can we get cotton candy?” Polly asked, as soon as they stepped past the ticket booth.

“Sure,” Brian agreed, and led her across the asphalt to an electric pink cart just a few steps away. A man in a white coat and hat was busy swiping a cardboard cone around the inside of the glass cart, gathering up strands of spun sugar to create a hive of sweet cotton for someone waiting just on the other side of the window. The air around them throbbed, alive with tinkling bells, calliope music, and the screams and laughs of people diving and soaring not far away on one of the big oval rides that took you up into the air almost to the moon before suddenly dropping down to the earth in a pendulum arc that looked guaranteed to end in a crash to the pavement. Lights caught them, blinded them in hazy yellows, reds and blues and then were momentarily gone.

They were in the center of it all, and Brian knew that his trepidation, no, alienation about the carnival, was not going to find a receptive ear here. All around them people were having a blast.

They eventually made it to the concessions cart’s window and as the white-clad man spun sugar onto a paper cone for his girlfriend, the hair on the back of Brian’s neck stood up straight as a voice from behind yelled out, “Polly! What is up, girl?”

It was Francis Blellingfield. Brian knew that without looking….