October starts out warm and sunny, but this is the month when everything changes. Mornings grow frosty, leaves change colors, and the breeze takes on a bite
Summer dies.
It’s a time for harvest celebrations. A boy loans a girl his coat. She snuggles a little closer and takes his hand. A riot of autumn splendor accompanies the farmer’s market where they stroll.
But the vibrancy of daylight doesn’t compare to the darkness of night. Is that chill on your neck the breeze or something else?
October night
You walk a tad faster and look over your shoulder. The trees creak when the wind whips through their branches—at least, you hope that noise came from the undulating bows.
You check under the bed and inside the closet before climbing under the covers. Sleep doesn’t come easy. The old house groans its complaints, and the night magnifies every innocuous noise until terror paralyzes you—because you know nefarious things go bump in the night.
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…where you can rub elbows with everyone from a gargoyle or vampire, to a creature from urban legend, or the ghostly realms of myth. Step up to the bar, grab a booth. You never know what’s on the menu, or if you might end up there yourself.
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Author: C.S. Boyack
Genre/Age: Paranormal
Series: None
Publisher: Self-published
Links: Goodreads
Synopsis: There is something evil up Bergamot Holler, and it's been targeting the Hall family for generations.
Patty Hall is fifteen years old. She loves stargazing, science fiction, and all things related to space exploration. This leaves her perfectly prepared for the wrong problem.
Patty is afraid her mother will send her to a care facility if she tells her what she's seen. If she doesn't figure things out soon, she's going to join her father in the Hall family cemetery plot.
Patty is going to have to come to grips with her own physical handicap, survive the wilderness, and face an ancient evil all alone if she's going to survive.
Will O' the Wisp is suitable for young adults. It involves strong elements of suspense, and is set in the mid 1970s.
Headlights made their way towards us along the Bergamot
Creek trail. "Damn it. I wish people would just stay away."
Pete looked at them and said, "They're far enough away
we can still watch. Besides, they might not stay once the road ends. Maybe it's
Mrs. Matthews with another one of her boyfriends."
"That's gross. I don't care to see that again."
"Satellite," Pete said.
It was no Comet Kahoutek, but we watched it pass overhead
and waited for the next one. The car turned out to be a van full of older kids.
Three guys and two girls. They built a fire and took out a styrofoam cooler.
They looked like students on their way to college somewhere.
I turned my radio off and pushed my lower lip into my upper.
"I suppose they're spending the night." The sound of their car radio
reached our ears.
"So what? We might catch another satellite or a
shooting star before we have to go home."
"Meteor. They aren't really stars. And now we have
light pollution." I looked up once more and tried to have a good time.
"Holy crap. What's that?"
I snapped to attention and looked at Pete. He was fixated
down toward the campers. A ball of green light, about the size of a softball,
drifted along the stream bank. It was darker than the fireflies, more the color
of moss, but it glowed in the dark. It lit up the gravel alongside the creek.
"That has to be the king of all fireflies," Pete
said.
"Maybe it's a cluster."
It turned and headed our way. Pete crab-crawled away from
the light.
The glow got softer. It headed back toward the campfire. It
was like it couldn't make up its mind.
A blond boy with surfer good looks walked away from the fire
toward the glowing sphere. He said something to his friends, but I couldn't
hear it over their radio. They all stood and looked. He spread his arms wide
then waved the thing toward the campfire like he was calling his dog.
The glowing ball started flickering and moved toward him. It
hit his chest and pushed him back. Then it went -- it went insidehim. He arched
rearward, then forward, hit the ground and convulsed.
The girls screamed and ran.
"What the hell was that?" Pete said. "Oh my
God! What was it?"
Craig came to fiction writing later in life than most
authors. He always had to write, to one degree or another as part of various
jobs. Early one winter morning, he conquered the Internet and didn’t feel like
shoveling the sidewalk until the
sun came up. He tried a few pages of fiction and got
hooked.
Craig doesn’t like limitations and calls himself a
writer of speculative fiction. It’s a broad field, but he limits himself to
science fiction, paranormal, and a bit of fantasy.
He has eight published works—six novels and two
collections of short stories.
Links:
Twitter https://twitter.com/Virgilante
Author: Mae Clair
Genre/Age: Paranormal
Series: Point Pleasant Series (Book One)
Publisher: Lyrical Underground
Links: Goodreads
Synopsis: As a child, Eve Parrish lost her father and her best friend, Maggie Flynn, in a tragic bridge collapse. Fifteen years later, she returns to Point Pleasant to settle her deceased aunt’s estate. Though much has changed about the once thriving river community, the ghost of tragedy still weighs heavily on the town, as do rumors and sightings of the Mothman, a local legend. When Eve uncovers startling information about her aunt’s death, that legend is in danger of becoming all too real...
Caden Flynn is one of the few lucky survivors of the bridge collapse but blames himself for coercing his younger sister out that night. He’s carried that guilt for fifteen years, unaware of darker currents haunting the town. It isn’t long before Eve’s arrival unravels an old secret—one that places her and Caden in the crosshairs of a deadly killer...
“Screeches and clicks?” Doreen Sue paused mid-dial, pressing
the receiver to her chest. “I’ve heard that happens sometimes when a family
member dies.”
Eve rinsed the glass with water, then set it in the drain
board to be washed later. Something cold slithered down her back. “Excuse me?”
“Your Aunt Rosie.” Doreen Sue bobbed her head as if the
answer was obvious. “She might be trying to communicate with you.”
Eve started to laugh, then quelled the instinctive reaction
when she noted Doreen Sue’s expression. The woman wasn’t joking.
“Spirits often try to converse through electricity and
everyday instruments like TVs, lights, and phones. I know it sounds silly, but
I follow all of that stuff…horoscopes, psychics, UFO theories.” A wave of her
hand said she took only half of it seriously. “I’ve seen some strange things
around here, especially by the TNT. I’ve never seen the Mothman, but I remember
reading an article about a medium who was convinced her dead husband tried to
communicate with her through phone calls. She heard things like amplifier
feedback, insect noises, and strange clicks whenever she answered the phone.”
Mystery & Suspense…with a dash of Myth &
Romance
Genres:
Mystery, Psychological Thrillers, Supernatural
Suspense, Romantic Suspense
Quirky fact I don’t want anyone to know:
(or maybe I do)….I saw a UFO when I was six. Probably
why I write some of the stuff I do.
~ooOOoo~
Bio:
They say everyone has a story to tell.
I wrote my first childish “masterpiece” at six and was
immediately bitten by the writing bug. Since then, I’ve been composing nonstop,
and have dabbled in multiple genres over the years, writing everything from
fantasy, westerns, and horror to inspirational fiction, romance, and sci-fi. It
took me a while to find my niche, but I’ve settled comfortably into the
mystery/suspense genre (with a just a dash of romance tossed in).
Several of my earlier works have strong romantic
themes, but all are infused with threads of mystery. I have a passion for
folklore, myth, and urban legends and that attraction often factors into my
writing. You’ll find threads of archaic tales and mysterious places woven
throughout many of my novels.
I am a member of the International Thriller Writers and
a past president of the Central Pennsylvania Writer’s Organization. If I’m not
camped out at my keyboard or have my nose buried in a book, I’m likely looking
up blurry images of cryptids on Google, sorting through vintage photographs or
imagining life as a cat.
Links:
Website https://maeclair.net
Twitter https://twitter.com/MaeClair1
Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/maeclair/
Google + https://plus.google.com/+MaeClair
Kensington Publishing
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/author.aspx/29541
Author: Sandra Cox
Genre/Age: Paranormal
Series: Hunters Series (Book One)
Publisher: Self-published
Links: Goodreads
Synopsis: My name is Zoe Tempest. Just let me say, I had no intention of becoming a vampire hunter. My world revolved around the trendiest clothes, the boy of the week, shopping, and texting.
I always tried to play down the fact that I’m really quite intelligent. I’d much rather be considered blonde and clueless. It’s so much easier to get dates.
My parents were well-off and indulgent. I was the center of their universe. I’m afraid I took that for granted.
One odd thing, my mother insisted I take self-defense training. I just figured she wanted to keep her little princess safe. But looking back, perhaps she had a premonition.
To my surprise, I took to it like a kid to Pop Tarts and ended up with a black belt in karate.
My life was as close to perfect as a seventeen year old can get. I had everything. Then my parents were murdered and my world came crashing down.
After their funeral, I went to live with my uncle Julian Kilmer. That’s when everything changed. In a manner more terrifying than anything I could have imagined.
My life was as close to perfect as a seventeen year old can
get. I had everything. Then my parents were murdered and my world came crashing
down.
Living life. Writing fantasy.
Sandra writes YA Fantasy, Paranormal and Historical
Romance, and Metaphysical Nonfiction. She lives in sunny North Carolina with
her husband, a brood of critters and an occasional foster cat. Although
shopping is high on the list, her greatest pleasure is sitting on her screened
in porch, listening to the birds, sipping coffee or a latte and enjoying a good
book. She's a vegetarian and a Muay Thai enthusiast.
Links:
Website: http://sandracox1.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sandra_Cox
Title: The Glade
Author: Harmony Kent
Genre/Age: Paranormal
Series: None
Publisher: Self-published
Links: Goodreads
Synopsis: This gripping, edge-of-your-seat mystery/thriller will have you thinking twice about booking that idyllic cottage in the country. Nothing in this woodland paradise within the Forest of Dean is what it seems.
The Wenstrops have it all: health, wealth, and happiness. Until everything falls apart. Helen gets arrested for murder, and yet is either unable or unwilling to give a defence. During her detention, vital evidence goes missing and tensions run high. Meanwhile, in the woods, malignant forces gather power.
This sensational second novel by acclaimed author Harmony Kent will have you alternately laughing, crying, and gripping the edge of your seat as this roller-coaster ride of a plot unfolds. It will keep you guessing through its many twists and turns, and hijack your attention right up until you turn the final page. This book has it all: murder, intrigue, the supernatural, a broken marriage, a love affair, courage against impossible odds, suspense, and high drama.
“Mrs Wenstrop, I am arresting you for the murder of your
husband.” The policeman grabbed hold of
her forearms and continued, “You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not
mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in Court. Anything you do say may be used in
evidence.” The officer snapped the cuffs
closed around her trembling wrists, and then gave her a hard look and asked
her: “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Dullness, from
deep shock, fogged Helen’s brain.
The author who gets write into your head.
Genres:
Multi-genre
Quirky Fact I don’t want anyone to know: Wrote the
entirety of The Glade while listening to the Twilight movie soundtrack. And
she’s not mentioning the glass of white (ahem) ‘grape juice’ that kept finding
its way to her computer station.
Author Bio:
Harmony Kent is famous for her laughter, and has made
quite the name for herself … she’s also, um, a writer … and fairly well known
for that too. She’s even won a few awards. Harmony lives in rural Cornwall with
her ever-present sense of humour and quirky neighbours and refuses to admit to
her age.
If you catch her at work, you’ll see that she also
offers editing, proof reading, manuscript appraisal, and beta reading services.
Not to mention being passionate about supporting her fellow authors.
Links:
Website: www.harmonykent.co.uk
Twitter: @harmony_kent
Facebook: www.facebook.com/HarmonyKentOnline
Amazon US Author Page:
http://www.amazon.com/Harmony-Kent/e/B00CO0AR7U/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
Amazon UK Author Page:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Harmony-Kent/e/B00CO0AR7U/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/HarmonyK
Title: Love Set in Stone
Author: Stacy Troilo
Genre/Age: Paranormal
Series: None
Publisher: AIW Press
Links: Goodreads
Synopsis: Damien was a loyal warrior, killed in battle in 1203. Because of his true heart, he was given the option to pass on to his eternal reward or exist in another state of being as a protector… until the time came when he could resume living the life he’d been cheated of. A soldier by nature, he chose the latter. Then he waited centuries—as a gargoyle—growing increasingly bitter about his choice. Then he sees her.
Rina is a hard worker and loyal friend. She just has the worst luck. One night, after saving her best friend from a violent assault, she finds herself at the attacker’s mercy. Then, out of nowhere, a savior comes and rescues her.
With only an angel to guide him, Damien must make the right choices to win Rina’s heart, or be forever damned as a grotesque mockery of the guardian he once was.
He gasped but only succeeded in inhaling thick embers. “I
hate it when you do that to me, Anael. What the hell?”
“Not what, Damien,” Anael said. “Where. It’s against the
rules, but you needed to see.”
“Hell.”
“The first level.”
Damien choked on clouds of brimstone and looked around.
Bodies hung on racks, some scourged by demonic creatures wielding whips of
fire, others stretched until their limbs tore off only to reassemble and
stretch again. Some souls were skinned and devoured, the torment cyclical,
never-ending. Giant beasts with nine-inch claws and twelve-inch teeth tore
people into bloody shreds. They gnawed on the bones of writhing beings,
snarling and snapping at anything near them.
There was no blessed retreat into unconsciousness or death.
This was their other side, their ever-after, their eternity. The tormented
endured each torture, alert and unprotected. Impossibly hot gusts of wind
howled through the cavern, tossing the departed from one horror to the next.
And the maniacal screeches of the tormentors were only overpowered by the
anguished wails of the damned.
“I’ve seen enough.” Damien’s words were barely intelligible
through his coughing and wheezing.
“Are you certain? This is only the first level. The second
level hosts souls feeding on their own entrails, or having a myriad of sexual
violations forced upon them. Rape. Sodomy. Bestiality. And then there’s—”
Damien clutched Anael’s arm. “Enough!”
“Do you understand now?”
Damien looked up and howled, his throat burning, his voice
mingling into the sounds of all the other lost souls, an agonizing dirge
melodic only to Satan himself.
When he thought the devil’s name, the most sinister
laugh echoed through the cavern, a shadow given voice and power. It sent chills
down his burning spine. The demons cheered, their victims cowered, and Damien
cringed, seeking escape that would only be denied him.
Staci Troilo. Writing Relationship Wrongs.
Genres:
Romance, Suspense, Paranormal, Mystery, and Mainstream
Quirky fact I don’t want anyone to know:
The socks in my sock drawer and the books on my shelf
are arranged in rainbow order.
Bio:
I’ve always loved fiction, ever since my parents read
me fairy tales when I was little. Today, my interests are much more eclectic. I
love getting lost in sci-fi battles, fantasy realms, horror worlds, suspenseful
intrigues, and romantic entanglements.
As goes my reading, so goes my writing. I can’t pick a
single genre to focus on, so I don’t even try. I’m proud to say I’m a
multi-genre author.
When I’m not reading or writing, I’m spending time
with family and friends, possibly cooking for them, or maybe enjoying an afternoon
in the pool. To learn more about me, visit me at http://stacitroilo.com or
connect with me on social media.
Links:
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