Saturday, March 31, 2012


Valerie Bowen writes from the soul, taking real life and expanding it to create a masterpiece that touches, horrifies, and teaches a lesson. When a person lives horror, the pen to paper experience is genuine. The reader is not cheated and is carried along on a ride of majestic proportions. The series starting with For The Sake Of Amelia-  Tormented begins speaking out against violence against women, but Valerie wants to spread hope, strength, and love.

I'm a sucker for stories that take place in Maine; I love the state. Valerie was born there and lives in Connecticut now, so the locale comes easy to her. Toss in Kansas and you have a cross-country experience you won't want to miss.

Valerie has seven five star reviews for this great novel on Amazon. That says it all. Read her sample chapter and you'll buy the book. 

A book description for For The Sake Of Amelia-Tormented is below:

Life for
Amelia Parker has been hard to say the least. Tormented by flashbacks, and the
vow of her ex husband to finish the job he started as soon as he's released
from prison, sends Amelia into an emotional frenzy as time for his release grows

Amelia packs
up and moves from her home in Colby, Kansas to the small town of Camden, Maine with
the hope Ray will forget all about his vendetta. Amelia finds new friends and a
new love in her happy peaceful life in Camden.

She is
suddenly snapped back into paralyzing fear when she receives word of Ray's
release, knowing he will fulfill his promise to finish what he began. Hearing
gunshots and her screams, her new love Kyle must make a rushed decision to keep
her alive.

Due to a
strange twist of events Kyle's past meets them head-on and jeopardizes Amelia's
safety yet again. Will Kyle be able to save the life of the only woman he has
ever loved?

Join Amelia
in this roller coaster ride of emotions that will have you gripping the edge of
your seat at every turn.

If you're not hooked by now, I don't know what it will take. Buy, read, and enjoy.

Valerie Bowen is a Woman in Horror!


Friday, March 30, 2012


Here we go, boys and girls: the Lucky Seven. I got this from Lisamarie Lamb. Thanks, my friend!

1. Go to page 77 of your current MS
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines, sentences or paragraphs and post them as they're written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 authors.
5. Let them know.
“Watch out, dick wad,” I say. “The last guy that tried that is still in Rose Medical Center. Seems like he was a tad clumsy and started carving himself up instead of me. Can you imagine that? For heaven’s sake: what could cause such a horrible detachment of reason? It was . . . It was as if he had a manifestation of an epiphany. You had to be there. Sylvia was quite taken in by it all, weren’t you, you murderous bitch?”

     She is quite upset now and tears at my clothing, trying to shake me up. “Where is my sister? I want to see her now!”

     “I’m afraid I can’t allow that, Sylvia. You see, I believe you would try to kill her again. Let’s face facts: you are not a very nice person.”

Okay, I guess it's obvious I'm not writing a religious piece. This is from my novel '68 Buick, a Grim Reaper novel.

My lucky seven are:
Suzanne Robb
Lisamarie Lamb
Kate Monroe
Lisa McCourt Hollar
Sue Midliak
Jason Darrick
You should read the rest of this tale. It's not for the faint of heart.



Annetta Ribken is a fascinating lady who not only writes horror, but speculative fiction, and urban fantasy. Her style varies, depending on her genre: light and refreshing, or dark and reflective. In other words, something for everyone.

Her new novel Athena's Promise is the first in the Aegian Trilogy. Fans are lining up waiting for parts two and three. Read her great reviews on Amazon.

She writes short stories and flash fiction as well, rounding her talents out. Sometimes the rigorous structure requirements for flash can sharpen a writer and allow her to adapt these tenacious skills to the crafting of a novel. Annetta has used these skills well.

As if that's not enough, she has forty years experience as an editor. Wow!

From her bio page on Amazon:

Freelancer writer and editor Annetta Ribken has been writing since a tender young age, when letters were chiseled on stone tablets. A precocious student, Annetta earned her Ph.D in the School of Hard Knocks, with honors, in the early Age of Disco. Her mission: to take over the Universe, one word at a time. She lives and works just outside of St. Louis with her evil feline overlord, a rescued shelter cat named Athena.

A description of Athena's Promise:

"No matter what it takes."

As the front desk manager of a hotel on the edge of Zombietown, Pallas is used to dealing with angry centaurs, surly trolls, and zombie housekeepers. The trouble really starts when one of her guests ends up dead. But that's not her only problem.

A cop with an attitude – can he be trusted to be more than just a pain in her ass or does he have a more sinister agenda?

A new Guest Services Manager, out for her job and ready to sacrifice anyone in his way – what does he really want?

The attractive maintenance guy, endangering the promise she made out of necessity to the Goddess Athena – does he know more than he's telling?

A mermaid diva, whose show at the Sparkling Butterfly must go on – or else.

Pallas needs to find the killer, and fast, or she'll lose her job, her home, and the ragtag family she's adopted out of her crew of "critters".

In the course of the investigation Pallas uncovers connections to a nasty Oddities dealer deep in the heart of Zombietown, forcing her to expose a trauma from her past which could threaten her future. With everyone and everything she loves in danger, the promise made to the Goddess Athena may well damn her if she breaks it, but she is bound and determined to save her friends, her home, and everything she's built.

No matter what it takes.

Multiple talented lady that she is, Annetta Ribken is a Woman in Horror!


Thursday, March 29, 2012



This is my Friday Flash for the Vamplit Blog. No more Mister Nice Guy for Zane!

Psychopathic Revenge-Part Five

     Zane is the master! While the soon to be Zombies wander around aimlessly upon reaching safety outside the plant, he knows exactly where to go.

     Hugging the surrounding buildings, hiding in the shadows, and distancing himself from the inferno he just left, the Zombie draws no attention to himself as he purposely goes to his part of town. His enhanced senses tell him love is in the air.

     That love will not blossom for long once Zane turns the red rose of passion to dried out thorns sharp as any knife. It is what he does to survive.

     Where ramshackle dwellings meet the emptiness of abandoned slums, a tiny biker bar beckons. Zane heeds the call. How can he refuse? The scent of love waiting to explode screams at him from inside, the soft musk floating in the air, assaulting his senses, driving him crazy, telling him to go inside and take what is his.

     But no: he can't just barge in here as he did at the yuppie bar. This is too close to home. He can't draw the authorities to the theater.

     So he waits, knowing his prey won't linger too much longer. No: he tastes the sex on his tongue. The love juices flow like rivers down her thighs, drenching her entire body below her pulsing mound of need.

     The door swings open and out they come, hand in hand, ready for their Utopian encounter. Utopia was never supposed to include Zane.

     They walk towards the theater, stopping when they see an abandoned panel truck,and rush inside, eager to make love.

     After pulling her panties and pants down below her knees, the young man pulls his jeans down enough to free his dick from their confines and pushes himself deep inside her, the two of them moaning with delight. He explodes within the depths of her pussy and they both make the moment last as long as it can.

     She notices Zane standing in the shadows by the open truck doors, sensing his evil even though she can't see him clearly.

     "John! Behind you!" she shouts.

     He turns and sees nothing; not at first anyway. When he finally does, it's too late. Zane rushes him and tears his jugular apart, munching on it as blood spurts everywhere. Once John drops to the ground, Zane walks to the young lady, taking his time, removing his clothes as he goes.

     "I guess it's sloppy seconds for me, my dear," he says. "But I don't really mind. It just means you're lubed up and enlarged: maybe to the point where you can handle a real man."

     She stares in disbelief at the creature advancing towards her, his grotesque manhood staring her in the face. He is huge, but as with the rest of him, pieces of flesh seem to fall off and big, boil-like areas abound. A choke forms in her throat as he rips all her clothing off.

     "John was in too much of a hurry, my dear. I want you the way you should be: naked to the world and ready for my every need and desire."

     Zane shoves his manhood deep inside her, the force and size of it tearing her apart, blood joining what before was merely her sweet, moist love. Faster and faster he goes, nibbling at her breasts as he does so, intent on sating his desires to the fullest.

     When the combination of shock and brutality are too much for her to handle, she twitches convulsively and moves no more. Not stopping because she's dead, Zane continues until he explodes within her still carcass.  

     He laughs maniacally and finishes his meal, devouring her first, then finishing off John.    

     Once inside the theater, he dumps their bodies off to the side and smiles as the rats work their magic on them.

     "That's it, my friends. Pick those bones clean."

     Zane goes upstairs and wipes himself clean of the blood and gore from the lovers. His body is already changing to a human state, and the process helps shove more of the Zombie loose flesh out, ready to be toweled off. For him, it works every bit as well as a shower. New, clean skin does not need to be cleansed with water. He is like a newborn.

     He puts on new clothes. Tonight is special. He needs to be at his best.

     Stepping around the filth, he exits the rear of the theater, the fresh evening air so invigorating, sending thrills through his fresh, human form.

     Reaching the biker bar, he finds an old Harley Electra Glide that some idiot asshole left the keys in. The beauty starts right up for him, and he glides down the street on a mission. One that is long overdue.

     He reaches Barrett Pharmaceuticals  and parks the bike on the sheltered side of the street, away from the fire and the pouring water coming from the fire trucks.

     The new Zombies, confused about their new lives, are still hovering around, becoming more and more undead and less and less human. The police don't know what to do. These people, more like things actually, are getting more grotesque by the moment, and are getting ever closer to them and the crowds watching the scene before them unfold.

     Zane, looking like a dapper business executive, crosses the street and stops in front of the advancing Zombie horde.

     "Embrace your new existence!' he shouts. "Take what is yours. Now!"

      Before the police can react, they are overrun by the horde and succumb to their assaults, screaming in horror as they become fresh meat for the new victims.

     Those demonic entities still having the capacity to speak shout out in unison, "Zane, Zane, Zane!"

     Zane laughs and spreads his arms out to the side, exhorting them to follow him.

     They are his people now. He will lead and they will follow.

     Humanity is about to receive a wake up call  . . .

Blaze McRob


We meet people in myriad ways. Kate Jonez and I met on Facebook and more recently on Goodreads. Now, I only recently started to do anything on Goodreads, but Kate started suggesting some great books for me to read and I started searching a little deeper into the lady that is Kate Jonez. What did I find? Wow! I found a woman who blows my socks off! Not just for her excuisite writing, but for her work with Omnium Gatherum, a small press dedicated to providing unique dark fantasy fiction. Her stories dig around the human psyche to see what horrors are hidden there. Kate also provides book formatting and design for authors of Indie and traditionally published works.

You must investigate her blog and investigate what she keeps in jars. Just saying.:D

One extrememely fascinating section of her blog is The Monster Blog. These are not your typical monsters. We're talking The Zemu, The Rat King, and my personal favorite, The Busaw. I'm so intrigued with this Ghoulish rascal I want to write a novel about him!

Don't be fooled by that sweet smile on Kate's face: there are dark thoughts meandering around in her gray matter. I love those thoughts!

I highly urge EVERYONE to visit her blog and find out about Kate and her intriguing Press.

Kate Jonez is a Woman in Horror!



Wednesday, March 28, 2012


Naomi Clark is another one of the talented authors published with Damnation Books. She is . . .well, let's just say she is a most interesting lady with her likes and dislikes, and I'm certain that her wonderful predisposition to such eclectic tastes led her to write horror.

Her novel Afterlife runs the gamut of underground little groadies and daemons. I love the English spelling of demons: it makes them appear to be almost majestic. My favorite person in this novel, other than Yasmin-the protagonist-is Yasmin's mom. What a hoot! Okay, I suppose this tells you there is some humor involved here as well. Don't worry, though. There is still plenty of blood and guts and down-home horror.

Naomi Clark lives in Cambridge and is a mild-mannered office worker by day, but a slightly crazed writer by night. Her short fiction has appeared in ezines from Midnight Times to Dark Fire Fiction. She has a perfectly healthy obsession with giant sea creatures and a preference for vodka-based cocktails. When she's not writing, Naomi is probably either reading or watching 80s cartoon shows, and sometimes she manages to do all three at once.

I pulled this description of Afterlife from Amazon:

Yasmin Stoker is a ghost tour guide who spends her days showing tourists around Shoregrave's haunted hotspots. She also happens to be a wraith who spends her nights hunting Revenants, newly-risen flesh-eating vampires. On one of her regular hunts, she witnesses a mysterious ghostly girl pulling the body of a teenage boy underground. Who and what is this girl, and why is she attacking men around the city? Yasmin investigates, but it quickly becomes clear that somebody wants to keep her from finding the killer and they'll do anything-including ambushing her with ghouls and cacodaemons-to stop her. With only a persistent private eye and a taciturn vampire (one of the Immaculate, no less) to help her, Yasmin must deal with fanatical necromancers, crazed ghosts, and a sexy history teacher in her quest to solve the mystery. And along the way she uncovers some heartbreaking truths about her own existence.


Naomi Clark is a great lady and a fantastic author.

Naomi Clark is a Woman in Horror!


Tuesday, March 27, 2012


C.W. LaSart is the pride and joy of Dark Moon Books. My words: so believe it! Her very first attempt at submitting a story resulted in publication! She keeps very busy, writing new stories almost every week. One of her submissions for an extreme anthology made a huge impression on the editor and wham!: he offered her her own book deal.

Her extreme anthology, Ad Nauseum, is in print now, and I have added the delightful cover art to this post. C.W. has a muse who is a dark and twisted bitch(her words) that drives her relentlessly. Monsters live in her head and in the dark around her. Again, her words. Does she look dark to you? Heh, heh!

Her bio on Amazon:  

A lifelong fan of all things Horror, C.W. LaSart made her publishing debut in Dark Moon Digest Issue 1 in late 2010. She has since been published in Issue 4 as well as special issue Dark Moon Presents Zombies! 3rd place winner of SNM Magazines May Medieval edition and winner of Cemetery Dance's Amatuer Writer Contest, you can find her in upcoming special issues Dark Moon Presents Ghosts! and Dark Moon Presents Vampires! Her debut horror collection, AD NAUSEAM, was released in March of 2012 by Dark Moon Books.

A book description for Ad Nauseam:

Exotic, Erotic, Gruesome and Gory! What if your Muse really was a twisted bitch, and she lived in your spare bedroom? And how far would you go to improve your station in life? In this premiere collection by C.W. LaSart, you will find 13 gruesome tales of the macabre, from a simpleton who forms an unnatural obsession with his own backyard to a lonely woman whose suitor is not heaven-sent. These stories, ranging from the supernatural to the darkness that lives within the human heart, are sure to send a chill down your spine and a flush to your face. Certain to disturb and delight, Ad Nauseam is a walk through the twisted imagination of one of horror's rising stars.

The reviews on Amazon. Five Stars!

C.W. LaSart is a Woman in Horror!



My Terror Tuesday is ready. What could possibly happen at the pond that hasn't already happened? Nothing, you say? Oh, the mists say otherwise!

The Mists Of Papoose Pond-Chapter Sixteen

     The undead smack at the jeep windows, doing their best to get at us. Their nails scratch against the glass, the weird oscillations tearing my head apart, the high-pitched crescendo digging deep inside my ear canals. Aagh! Enough is enough!

     Bob and Zach are freaking out, sensing the end of their stay on this spinning rock. Tom? Shit! Tom does what Tom does best: he complains.

     "This sucks, Ed! It fucking sucks!"

     "You think?" I say.
      "Yes, you wise ass. I think! What now, Mr. Calm and Collected?"
      "Thought you'd never ask. We push the jeep up straight and drive the hell out of here."

      Tom shakes his head. "You're nuts!"

      "Watch me. Roll the driver's side windows down, guys."

     Still thinking I'm crazy, they do as I ask, anyway. "Now, we have to time this just right or they'll bounce us around until this metal box we're inside splits from the pressure and we're pulled out like sardines. I don't feel like becoming their dinner. Let's push against the ground with our legs for all we're worth, then roll the windows back down pronto."

     Nervous sweat runs like rivers off the faces of Bob and Zack, but we all push together at the same time and right the jeep. By the time the windows are rolled up, the wheels are spinning like crazy, shooting pieces of slash everywhere, cutting up the zombies, spewing pieces all around. Yes, it will create more of them, but that's not a major concern at the moment. Getting out of here alive and to the Armory: those are the goals.

     However, there are so many of them that we can't plow straight ahead. Tom has to go forward, into reverse, and forward again-much as if we were caught in a snow bank and had to rock our way out. Only this time, the white stuff is exchanged for Satan's troops. Blood is splattered all around us and Zombie pieces crawl and climb everywhere, but the jeep gets through. Tom is one hell of a driver. 

     The windshield wipers work overtime to keep a clear portal for us to see through. Blood isn't exactly easy to clean from glass, and it doesn't help that this blood is not normal; it's an entity of its own, working to find a way in to the interior of the jeep where it can attack us.

     Time is not our friend. the longer we drive with blood on the vehicle, the greater the risk of it reaching us.

     Shit! Even now it's coming in through the sides of Tom's window, the logical place for an attack. Get the driver, and you control the vehicle.

     "Watch out Tom!" I holler. "I need to get rid of some pretty pesky varmints."

     Tom doesn't budge an inch; he knows he needs to keep driving. We need out of here. He can't stop now.

     I grab an aerosol can and make a torch out of it, burning the invader and sending it back outside at the very least. With any kind of luck, I might have killed the sucker.

     "Yeah, right," I think. "Wishful thinking, Ed."

     I roll my windows down and reach across the windshield, using my torch to clear our vision, burning blood and guts alike. This time there's no doubt that I dispatched the demons, as ash flies everywhere and rapidly flits behind us.

     Bob and Zach let out a whoop, but it's premature. We've lost the Zombies for now, but the Hell Hounds have joined in on the fun, one of them slicing into my right arm with its razor-sharp teeth, and others leaping up on the hood of the jeep, shattering the windshield and going along for the ride. They share my seat up front before I drag my wounded arm away from the one on the side and turn my lethal canister on their faces, burning their eyes and setting their muzzles on fire. While they're blinded and and fighting the flames, I struggle to kick them back outside.

     "C'mon you two!" I holler to Bob and Zach."I could use some help here. I'm tired of being dog food!"

     They finally grow a pair and help me wrestle them out on to the hood where Tom is able to shake them off with a few deft moves.

     Finally . . .finally we've shed the vermin.

     "Look at my fucking jeep!" Tom shouts. "It's a piece of shit now. A worthless piece of shit. We can't drive around without any windshield. These things will tear us apart.".

     "Beats the piss out of walking," I say. "Just drive and don't invite any more of them for an excursion tour."

     "You smart ass! When this is all over, I have half a mind to take you aside and teach you a good lesson or two."

     "Yeah, yeah. Like this will be over any time soon. You just better hope the armory has vehicles with gas in them that we can use so we have some kind of protection. This little Willy's has fought its last battle."

     Even though the night is dark and the road is rough, Tom drives fast, knowing he must outrun the hounds. I sure hope he knows where he's going and that gold is waiting for us at the end of the rainbow; the gold of trucks and flame throwers.

     The old tote-road is loaded with holes and fallen timber, almost covering it in places. It's been a while since the armory has seen any kind of activity. I wonder if there's even a guard there. Of course, a guard would just be a hindrance to us getting what we need. I can just imagine us telling one that we need flame throwers and trucks to fight billions of zombies attacking the planet, walking through a viscous opening in the forest air, and eating every human they find.

     Sure, that would be readily accepted as truth. 

     Of course, once the Zombies started chomping down on him, dragging his unbelieving body to the ground before finishing him off, his Doubting Thomas stance would be too late to change. Adios, sucker.

     What would be a way for a place like this to maintain some sort of security, however, without having a physical presence? Yes, there are missile silos out west that are un-manned, but they are so well concealed that no one without a discerning eye would be able to tell they even existed, mixed in with natural grasslands and swallowed up by ranches. High tech alarm systems not only surround the missile sites themselves but the entire area surrounding them.

     An unseen presence is everywhere-and nowhere-guarding them. Is that the way it is here too?

     "C'mon, Ed. what difference does it make? you'll find out soon enough."

     Sometimes, the answers are tougher than the questions. We arrive at the armory, too late to help any of the soldiers guarding the place. Cautiously, we drive through the open gates, looking at what is left of the skeleton force in charge. 

     They are skeletons in more than one way now.

     From the confines of the jeep it's difficult to tell how long the troops  have been lying here; as if I would be able to pinpoint a time; does it matter anyway? Zombies could be here regardless of when the soldiers were torn to shreds.

     "Holy shit!" Tom says. "The bastards beat us here. They cleaned house."

     "That they did, "I say. "Do you have any idea where the flame throwers are?"

     "Yes, my friends told me they're located beneath ground level. There's a sort of underground repository."

     "Big enough to drive into?"

     "I don't know for sure, but it makes sense it would."

     "Okay, let's say we find this place: we must certainly need a key or access code of some kind if it's digital."

     Tom mutters under his breath, knowing what I say is true, but not knowing how to answer. "You got me. Let's look for it first. we won't have to worry about it if we don't find the fucker."

     Ah, words of wisdom. Yet, I would much rather have a way in so I don't have to destroy the door. If they are a bunch of the weapons we need, it would make sense to secure them so we could get more when we need to re-supply.

     We don't run into any zombies. That's a good thing. I'm not surprised, though. With their appetites sated, what further need would they have of the facility? None that I can see. They're not exactly G.I. Joe types. Zombies and weapons don't seem to go hand in hand. I'm not discounting anything, but the main thrust of Satan's army against humanity appears to be sheer numbers; billions of the bastards against all of us.

     Not very good odds.

     No sort of underground opening appears to us. It's not for lack of searching. We look everywhere. We do find a number of buildings with large garage type doors attached to them, but if one of them is the entry to a lower level, which one? They all look the same to me.

     Damn! It's obvious now: one set of doors, huge doors, appear out of place against the back of a minuscule building. Outwardly, it makes no sense. And the clincher . . .the clincher is the number of dead soldiers in front of the doors; there must be at least a half dozen of them; more than we've seen any place else.

     "This is the place, Tom!" I shout. "Let's search for a way in."

     "What the . . ."

     "Don't worry, Tom: this is it. I know it."

     We pile out of the jeep and look around. The door does need a digital code card as I suspected. Now all we have to do is find it.

     Feeling a bit ghoulish, I start searching what remains of the guards' clothing for the cards we need. On the third body, I hit pay dirt. Oh, yeah! I rush to the door and try it. The doors rise!

     "Hurry up!" I holler. "Let's get inside."

     Tom drives the jeep through the raised doors as Bob and Zach rush in behind him. Once everyone's in, I run the card through again and the door closes.

     From here we walk, wanting to search every bit of this place to see what's here. I'm not disappointed: the drive area inside winds around like a parking garage and ends at a huge lower level that stretches beyond my vision. Weapons of every description are stacked everywhere, and one section is loaded with box truck like vehicles just waiting for us to use them.

     We rush to the vehicles and start them up. All of them we try roar into action immediately, and all the gas gauges point to full.

     "Oh, yeah!" Tom shouts. "This is beautiful! Let's find the flame throwers."

     With all the armament stashed in here, it takes a while before we locate what we're looking for: backpacks and guns, most of the back packs containing two cylinders, one for petrol and one for nitrogen. The guns themselves are simple small reservoir, spring loaded valve and ignition systems. These babies are capable of firing out from 165 to 270 feet; not the close range weapon most envision them to be.

     I never had reason to use any of these in 'Nam, but I had been instructed in their use and deployment. After all, I was a Weapons Munitions Specialist. We had to know it all.

     Giddy with delight, we head back to where the trucks wait for us. We're halfway there when it happens; the first one seems like a minor settling of the ground; no big thing; merely nature working to restore some order in the constant shifting of the plates below.

     Then . . .then the ground beneath us shakes, creating small cracks in the paved floor before erupting into cataclysmic upheaval, the roar making my hands rush to protect my ears from the impact of an enormous bellowing. The cracks turn into fissures and then become gaping gashes threatening to swallow us whole. Zach slips in to one, but he's close enough to where I'm able to reach his arm and pull him out.

     Impeccable timing: he is no sooner out than the two sides of the fissure slam against each other, obliterating the abyss he was almost trapped in.

     Over and over again the scene is played out. We have no time to watch this display of mother nature's wrath.

     This is a major earth quake, unheard of for this area. Tell that to the four of us. We're right in the middle of the whole fucking show. No tickets needed.

Blaze McRob


Monday, March 26, 2012


I just finished reading Dina Rae's latest novel Halo Of The Damned. Wow! This is one superb read! Do you like your angels dark, fallen, and complex, but still portrayed on a personal level? This is your book! Non-stop action and great flow all the way. This is an Eternal Press release, so I wasn't surprised at the quality of the writing and the formatting. Kim, who also owns Damnation Books, knows what she's doing, and has a very gifted bunch of people over there. But still, this goes beyond a great read. It is an exceptional one with well researched believability. I can hardly wait for Dina's next novel.

This is a little blip from her blog:

Dina Rae is a new author that is here to stay.  As a former teacher, she brings an academic element to her work.  Her research on the Yezidi religion and love of art inspired her story telling for Halo of the Damned. 
Her other novel, The Last Degree, is a fictionalized account of the Freemason’s role in the New World Order.  Dina's grandfather was the Most Worshipful of his lodge.  The subject has always held a personal interest.
Dina lives with her husband, two daughters, and two dogs outside of Chicago.  She is an avid reader, tennis player, movie buff, and self-proclaimed expert on conspiracy theories.  Her favorite authors are LaHaye & Jenkins, Dan Brown, Preston & Childs, Stephen King, Brad Thor, and Anne Rice.

This is a description of her novel from Amazon:

A chain of advertising agencies, a new breed of humans, and a fallen angel to worship... Andel Talistokov is known for his slick advertising agencies across the globe. He is a fallen angel that uses advertising as a weapon for Satan's work. His growing power emboldens him to break several of Hell's Commandments. Furious with his arrogance, Satan commands him to return to Hell after finding his own replacement. Yezidism, an ancient angel worshiping religion, quietly expands throughout the West. Armaros appears as a guest of honor during their ceremonies. He mates with young women to produce nephilim, a mixed race of humans and angels. They are alone and unprepared for their supernatural power. Joanna Easterhouse, a recovering drug addict, steps out of prison shortly after her mother's fatal accident. She and her sister, Kim, unravel their mother's secretive past. Intrigued, they learn their bloodline is part of a celestial legacy. Both worlds collide. Halo of the Damned is a horrifying tale that weaves research together with suspenseful twists and turns.

The below review is only one of a number of Five Star Reviews. I picked this review because . . .well, because I wrote it, using my other name.

5.0 out of 5 stars Dina Rae Rocks!, March 26, 2012
This review is from: Halo of the Damned (Paperback)
"Halo Of The Damned" by Dina Rae is a super read! Anyone interested in fallen angels will love this novel. The author did a great job with research, hitting on some of my favorite sources for angel lore. The book of Enoch has always fascinated me, and this great tale draws on the lore, suppositions, and possibilities inherent in this book and other usually discarded tomes. Good for Dina! The way she draws upon the personalities of the protagonists and antagonists is phenomenal as there is somewhat of a thin line between what is good and evil in the book. There are no slack, drawn out passages: everything goes straight ahead with great flow and plenty of action. I eagerly await more great stories from this very talented author!

So, Dina Rae might be new to the craft, but she has done her homework and honed her skills.

Dina Rae is a Woman in Horror!


Sunday, March 25, 2012


Suzanne McCleod is a writer of Vampires, urban fantasy, and-hang on to your hats-a writer of fae. She combines everything in a delightful mix of horror, mystery, some humor, and plenty of other enticements. She has many novels to her credit, The Sweet Scent Of Blood being my favorite. Read a sample chapter on her blog or on Amazon, and you'll see why. Okay, I happen to like fae. So shoot me!

Her site is unique in that her titles are published in other languages, and one is easily shown how to access all of them. This certainly shows the international flavor of her great writings as well as her readers. Go to her site for sample chapters and ordering information.

Below is a bio in her own hand:

  Growing up I was always the child that hid behind the settee, or took a torch to bed, or walked around ignoring the rest of the world, because I was reading a book. The highlight of my week was the trip to the library. Now, the highlight of my year is when I get to take a suitcase of brand new books and escape with it to somewhere hot, with plenty of sea and sand and Margaritas.
In order to afford the books and the holidays, (as well as those other pesky essentials, like food, the mortgage, and bills!) I’ve been a cocktail waitress, a dance group roadie, and a secretary. I've worked in pubs, hotels and a football club (despite having no love for the beautiful game) and I’ve sold everything from sweeties to jewellery, and garden sheds to car insurance. Other than reading, my hobbies usually involve knocking down walls, the odd bit of plumbing, and hacking down the weeds that are going for world domination in the garden. My favourite meal is anything fishy, preferably sushi or shellfish, and when not indulging in the holiday Margaritas, I like the odd glass of red wine, or a single malt. Oh, and chocolate, of course!
I was born in London, but spent most of my childhood in the Midlands. Since then I’ve been a bit of a nomad, having lived and/or worked in most parts of the UK. Now I’m settled on the South Coast about a mile away from the sea, along with my husband and our rescue dog, a geriatric German Shepherd/Lab, who doubles as a tummy on legs.

A book description of The Sweet Scent Of Blood from Amazon:

Genevieve Taylor is a Sidhe - one of the noble fae - and she's unusual, even in present-day London where celebrity vampires, eccentric goblins and scheming lesser fae mix freely with the human population. Genny is a rising star at, where she finds the M' in magic - and that invariably leads to mischief, malice and - too often - murder. When Mr October, one of the hot calendar pin-up vamps, is accused of violently murdering his girlfriend, Genny's called on to repay an old debt and prove his innocence. And she's about to learn that some magic isn't all its cracked up to be.
THE SWEET SCENT OF BLOOD is the first book of the SPELLCRACKERS.COM urban fantasy series.

Suzanne McLeod is a Woman in Horror!


Saturday, March 24, 2012


Jessica Cartwright should have her third novel Stolen Beauty out soon in her Fallen Grace trilogy. Hidden Splendour came out last December, and Fallen Grace is the lead off novel. She enjoys creating characters people can relate to on different levels and has achieved that in her tales.Like me when I spin a yarn, one novel is sometimes not enough to complete the story, so she expanded it to three novels. Tres cool!

Jessica lives in Sydney, Australia with her hubby.When she is not writing, Jessica enjoys cooking for her family and friends and will convene a dinner party at every opportunity. She is an avid reader and will read just about any book from the classics to murder mysteries to autobiographies and of course vampire novels.  When she is not reading or entertaining Jessica can usually be found curled up on the lounge with her husband watching crime shows on television.

A bio of Fallen Grace:

Almost 200 hundred years ago at 18 years old, Grace Kennedy was changed into a vampire. Since this time, she has become part of an elite group of vampires known as the protectors, who serve the Vampire Council. As a protector she is sworn to guard the Sempres and fight the Acelades. So when Grace is approached by Lucas Sempre, the head of the Vampire Council, for a special assignment she accepts no questions asked. Alex is the 17 year old grandson of Lucas and although born of two vampires, he is human. His birth has led the Acelades to believe that an ancient prophecy will be fulfilled. They seek to kidnap Alex to be a mate for Scarlet the granddaughter of Benedict, the head of the Acelades family. To make matters worse, Alex has no idea that his family is a powerful vampire clan. Grace’s assignment is to keep Alex safe and unaware of his true identity until he reaches the age of 18. As Grace protects Alex, their relationship blurs. Grace begins to wonder if she can keep Alex safe from the Acelades and if they can be kept safe from each other?

Love, vampires, horror, and mystery; all the makings of some great tales, my friends!

Jessica Cartwright is a Woman in Horror!



Friday, March 23, 2012


V.M.K. Fewings is a great spinner of Vampire Tales! The Stone Masters Vampire Series, available on Amazon, is quite a deal. Many of these great novels this young lady has written are available for .99cents. Unbelievable! A great bargain for stories around three hundred pages long. Her Facebook author page is very interesting and will keep you up to date with what's happening with her and her novels. Her website has a link directing you to Dark Media City where there is a fantastic interview of her in Dark Media Magazine.

A bio in her own words, along with words of praise:

VMK Fewings is a British novelist living in California. She is the author of the Stone Masters Vampire Series. Her third novel, Stone Masters: A Vampire's Dominion, will be released by ZOVA Books in the Fall of 2011.
Fewings has travelled extensively throughout the world while serving as an Officer in the Queen Alexandra's Royal Army Nursing Corps. She is currently co-authoring a romantic comedy novel with plans to return to her popular vampire series to pen the fourth installment.
Stone Masters Volume 1: A Vampire's Rise - 2011
Stone Masters Volume 2: A Vampire's Reckoning - 2011
Stone Masters Volume 3: A Vampire's Dominion - 2011
Visit the VMK Fewings Facebook Page for more info and updates.
Praise for The Stone Masters Vampire Series
"This is one of the best novels of the undead that I've read in ages ...It's elegantly and impressively written, and the author weaves her compelling tale back and forth between the centuries as effortlessly as a vampire steals a kiss."
Garfield Reeves-Stevens
Author of Bloodshift
"In Stone Masters: A Vampire's Reckoning, V. M. K. Fewings pulls off a literary trick that should not have been possible: making us genuinely care about vampires in two wildly different time periods. The fact that she does so with flair, assurance, true terror and a depth of emotion makes this novel even more of a delight to read. If you like vampires, don't miss it!"
Joel A. Sutherland
Author of Frozen Blood
"...darkly gothic... psychological overtones as masterful as those in The Da Vinci Code... marking the arrival of a unique new voice in this mesmerizing genre."
Ellen Tanner Marsh
New York Times Best Selling Author
"...This book is a memorable book, one not to quickly push away, as it reveals the intentions that lie within our own hearts. William Blake perhaps sums it up best: The Desire of Man being Infinite, the possession is Infinite, and himself Infinite. This is what Fewings is asking of her readers, to make themselves infinite."
Up The Staircase
"The story is captivating and a fresh take on the Vampire lore, told by a master of her craft. This is a great read for any fans of secret societies and vampires! I highly recommend Stone Masters: A Vampire's Reckoning."
Sidhe Vicious

A little blip about A Vampire's Rise: The Stone Masters Vampire Series:

Daumia Velde will be paying for his brother's death for the rest of his life. Not because he is guilty, but because those who are guilty need a scapegoat. Daumia would be dead himself were it not for the assistance of Sunaria, a mysterious woman appearing in the nick of time from the ghostly night of the graveyard. After years of serving the corrupt Roelle at his ranch in Spain, Daumia at last begins to think of his freedom - of paying back the men who accused him and finding a way to rise in the world. What he cannot foresee is the extent of his danger or the depth of the depravity of those who would hide their own crimes behind his ignorance. Freeing himself from their deceptions may take more than Daumia is prepared to give. It may, in fact, require his very life. In this sweeping saga of betrayal and corruption in 15th century Spain, VMK Fewings introduces us to her epic Stone Masters Vampire Series. This is the story of the man who would become one of the most powerful vampires in history. Behind the legendary Orpheus is the history of a conflicted man fighting for his place in the world - and before that, a young boy who was not meant to survive the graveyard.

Beyond a doubt, V.M.K. Fewings is a Woman in Horror!


Thursday, March 22, 2012


I read a fascinating piece on Siren's Call Publications that Julianne Snow wrote about the Bermuda Triangle. Good stuff. It made me dig and I found Days With The Undead: Part One. One good thing often times can lead to another. This is her first full length novel. It is very good.

Sometimes we find great authors through publications such as Sirens Call Publications, Dark Media Magazine and such. I love when authors get noticed and can go on to even more fame.

Below is a little bio in Julianne's own words:

It was while watching Romero’s Night of the Living Dead at the tender age of 6 that solidified Julianne’s respect of the Undead. Since that day, she has been preparing herself for the (inevitable) Zombie Apocalypse. While classically trained in all of the ways to defend herself, she took up writing in order to process the desire she now covets; to bestow a second and final death upon the Undead. As the only girl growing up in a family with four children in the Canadian countryside, Julianne needed some form of escape. Her choice was the imaginations of others which only fostered the vibrancy of her own.
The horror and forensic/crime thriller genres top her list of favourites, but she can never turn down a good science fiction, fantasy or mystery read.
Julianne appears in the anthology Women of the Living Dead with a story entitled The Living Dead at Penderghast Manor. Look for her short stories in future anthologies.
Days with the Undead: Book One is her first full-length book, the basis of which can be found in her popular web serial of the same name.

Book bio:

It’s a journal of survival.

Five people set out to escape the growing tide of the Undead after they arose too close to home. Immerse yourself in the emotional and physical struggle as you join our survivors on the third day after the re-awakening of Brooks VanReit, as they are recorded from the point of view of Julie, a former pathologist and part-time survivalist. Each entry is geared toward helping those who want to help themselves and maybe give a few that don’t a swift kick in the ass.

Join our group of survivors on their journey through these Days with the Undead.

I added this in too. Yes, I'm late for the beginning of the tour, but there is still time to latch on to plenty more. If you don't: I know where you live.

Days with the Undead Blog Tour

All of the dates and links to the blogs for my upcoming book tour! I hope you’ll check each stop out!

March 10 - Colin Barnes - For The Love of Horror
March 11 - Nina D’Arcangela - An Interview
March 12 – Angela Brown - How Easy is it to Write Unease?
March 13 - Shah Wharton - An Interview
March 14 - Kristine Morton - Could You Really Kill a Zombie? and Giveaway
March 15 - Tonya Moore - My Addiction to Post-Apocalyptic Fiction
March 16 - Jason McKinney - Guest Post
March 17 – Zane Bradey – Guest Post
March 18 - Caityln Downs - Interview
March 19 - Kate Monroe - Guest Post
March 20 - William Butler - Guest Post
March 21 - Kriss Morton - Interview and Giveaway continues
March 22 -April Denton - Guest Post
March 23 - Dana Wright - Guest Post, Book Review and Giveaway
March 24 - Erin O’Riordan - Guest Post and Giveaway
March 25 - Coral Russell - Guest Post
March 26 - Coral Moore - Interview
March 27 – Jeremy Hawkins – Interview
March 28 - Kriss Morton - Review and Giveaway ends
March 29 - Nikki McCarver - Guest Post and Giveaway
March 30 – Ami Hendrickson – Interview
March 31 – David Fuller - To Be Announced
April 1 - Jim Mcleod - Guest Post and Interview
April 2 – Jack Wallen – Interview
April 3 – Wolf Scott – Guest Post
April 4 – Kathy Reinhart – Interview
April 5 – Sirens Call Publications - Guest Post
April 6 – Lee Allen Howard – Guest Post
April 7 – Joseph Pinto – Guest Post
April 8 –Julianne Snow – Interview and Giveaway
April 10 – Keelan Foley – Guest Post
April 11 – Heather Powers – Guest Post
April 12 - Kalla Monahan - Guest Post
April 13 – Erebus Horror – Interview and Review
April 16 – Oliver Writers League – Interview

Julianne Snow is a Woman in Horror!



This is my Friday Flash for the Vamplit Blog. Zane has more mischief on his mind: his psychopathic mind!

Psychopathic Revenge-Part Four

     It is only a matter of time before the fire will destroy Zane. He knows it, expects it, and wants it. After a few moments of agony, it will all be over for him: no more living like some fucking depraved animal, feeling un-natural desires for sustenance and revenge.

     Gibbons is dead, the fire licking away at his torso. If only he had lived long enough to feel the intense heat spreading through the lab. Zane feels cheated. Yes, the doctor is dead, but he hadn't suffered enough, not as he has suffered all this time.

     Under normal conditions, a sprinkler system would have extinguished the flames in the basement, but these are really anything but typical conditions. There are secrets here and things that can not be exposed to water. The deadly toxins could spread and that would let the secret out.

     "Heh, heh!" Zane thinks. "Then there would be more of me. Maybe many more."

     A warm glow comes over Zane, and it's not because of the fire.

     "Yes! Yes! Ultimate revenge for these bastards at Barrett! Let them feel what I have felt."

     He runs into the hallway, looking for a way to break some water mains. "Damn! Remember, Zane: where are they? There's no regular sprinkler system down here, but there are water lines scattered around. They need them for the bathrooms and for the labs. Find them!"

     The walls! Yes, the suckers are behind the walls.

     Zane runs to the far end of the hallway and, ironically enough, grabs an axe next to the fire extinguisher and runs back to the lab, tearing away at the walls until he gets to the copper tubing which will give way easily. Leaning away from the fire as much as he can, he grabs a pipe and pulls it out, sending a spray of water everywhere, and activating an alarm.

     "This will bring them in! Oh, yeah!"

     With the fire still raging, but the water keeping it away from him, Zane is right where he wants to be. They'll want to get into this room. Shit, they'll need to get in this room. The toxins are here; the damned stuff must be contained.

     He doesn't have long to wait. They unscramble the coding that Zane had jimmied before and burst in to the hallway, wearing their pretty little haz-mat suits. Running to the lab, they stare in horror as Zane meets them at the door entry and rips their protective helmets off, exposing them to the unkind assault of the contents of the beakers. Some of these sorry shits will survive, although their survival won't be what they would like it to be. And the others? They will perish like Gibbons, and rightfully so.

     The Zombie does not bother to attack any of them. Why should he? They are too concerned with saving their own skins to worry about him, and he wants more of them, as many as he can lure to the basement, to feel his righteous revenge. He opens the door as wide as it will go and watches happily as the toxic fumes, laden with moisture ensuring easier attachment to the victims lungs and flesh, float through the air and up the stairs.

     Upstairs, the sounds of panic are everywhere, confusion running rampant, adding to the release of the poisons. The stench of emptied stomachs and bowels fills the air. Most of the workers are no longer concerned with securing the area. Their own skins . . .their own skins must be protected now.

     Laughing demonically, Zane grabs as many beakers as he can and trudges upstairs, firing them against the walls so  their shattered contents can be sucked up into the air, mixing with the air conditioning units, and spread throughout the building.

     It's working! Screams tear through the facility, followed by stifled moans as those afflicted no longer have the capacity to yell out. They're either becoming like Zane or they're dieing. Either way is okay as far as the Zombie is concerned. Pain; angst; and soon . . .soon the dementia will come to the survivors. Yes, their minds will turn askew from not knowing how to handle this new state of being.

     Zane watches from the hallways: watches as the afflicted crawl on their bellies like the vermin they are. "That's right!" he shouts. "Crawl! Some of you will adjust and gain the strength to rise, and you will be like me."

     Fear spreads on their faces as they stare up at him. Being like this creature, this horrid excuse for humanity is not what they want.

     "Not happy with that prospect? Would death be better for you? That's you're choice. I made my decision. You'll have to make yours."

     Zane has watched them long enough. He's hungry. The rejuvenating powers are calling to him. Young lovers: they're out there somewhere.

     He smacks his lips. They're close . . .

Blaze McRob

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Billie Sue Mosiman is quite a prolific writer. She is also highly skilled at the craft and writes compelling horror. To receive Edgar Award Nominations AND Bram Stoker Award Nominations says a lot. She is such a dynamic person as well, all over Facebook, supporting other authors, spreading cheer, and handing out great advice. Speaking of advice, go to her blog and garner valuable tidbits amongst the great interviews she conducts over there. Her words of wit concerning Amazon and Kindle should be read by all writers. I was going to add some other auto-biographical information here, but Billie Sue did such a great job on her Amazon page that I brought it over here for you to enjoy.

I am a thriller, suspense, and horror novelist, a short fiction writer, and a lover of words. In a diary when I was thirteen years old I wrote, "I want to grow up to be a writer." It seems that was always my course. My books have been published since 1984 and two of them received an Edgar Award Nomination for best novel and a Bram Stoker Award Nomination for most superior novel. I've been represented by the William Morris Agency, belonged to many professional writing organizations, and wrote columns and reviews in magazines. I have been a regular contributor to a myriad of anthologies and magazines, with more than 150 short stories published. My work has been in such diverse publications as Horror Show Magazine and Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine. I have one collection of my short stories called DARK MATTER in hardcover and several e-book collections. For a while I taught writing for Writer's Digest and for AOL online, and gave writing workshops locally in Texas.
Once I was on a panel in Austin, Texas at a book conference where the then First Lady of Texas, Laura Bush, attended and later had me sign my book for her. She, of course, became the nation's First Lady.
I was born in Alabama and live now in Texas on a small ranch.
My work has been predominately suspense thrillers, but I also wrote a western historical, a trilogy of vampire novels, a travel memoir, and, of course, many short stories. My latest novel is BANISHED, a dark fantasy horror novel involving fallen angels. Most of my work has been made available at for the e-book reader, including my Stoker-nominated novel, WIDOW, and my Edgar-nominated novel, NIGHT CRUISING.
I love to read (especially on my Kindle), paint, take photographs, and travel. I can name two inspiring persons in my life. One was my grandmother, Naomi, who by simply loving me unconditionally gave me faith in myself--and, every day and forever, my husband, who has lived this adventure with me.
Because of my love of storytelling, I've been fortunate enough to make a lifelong investment in writing stories and novels.
News of my e-book publications can be found at:

A little bit about her great book Banished:

Ed Gorman, award winning author of BAD MOON RISING, says: "Banished by Billie Sue Mosiman is one of the most provocative and compelling fantasies I've read in a long time. Storytelling that is both page-turning and stunning." When the Queen of the Fallen Angels came to earth again she took the dead body of a ten-year-old native girl on an island. It was the 1200s and life was primitive, but Angelique managed to rule the people for two hundred years until Columbus arrived. Escaping her island home, the little angel with her malevolent intent, wandered through the world using humans to do her biding as her parents and guardians. Then she brought down Nisroc, an angel she trusted to be her partner and helpmate. The problem was, Nisroc wasn't like Angelique. Nisroc learned to love. And he had to flee from his life with the terrible child before he lost what soul he had left.

If this sounds like a great read, well, it's because it is. Visit Amazon and look at the ton of other books she has!

Billie Sue Mosiman is a Woman in Horror!


Tuesday, March 20, 2012


It's Terror Tuesday! The war rages!

 The Mists Of Papoose Pond-Chapter Fifteen

     Louise barges out the door, twelve gauge in hand, and piss and vinegar on her mind. She slams the buckshot into the bastards, reloading fast and letting them have it again and again. The sheer impact of the shots at close range propels some of them into the ring of fire. This time they fry for good, their mournful wails filling the night.

     Tom runs out next with a dozen or so men right behind him. He carries a shotgun as well, but the others are armed with an assemblage of home made flame throwers. With this two pronged attack, the inner ring is soon cleared.

     That just leaves the Zombie invasion and God knows how many more dogs.

     "Think you can fight all this scum alone!" Louise shouts.

     "Not really," I holler back, "but things were pretty quiet other than me and the demonic groadies. I didn't have time to exactly knock on the door and request assistance."

     Louise sticks her tongue out at me. "What next?" she asks, pointing to the leering faces of what's waiting for us mere feet away.

     "Damned if I know," I say. "We better make sure the fire stays going, though, and even at that, some of these creatures don't look too happy. I wouldn't put it past any of them to vault the flames to get their clutches on us."

     "Does look like they're taking it personal," Louise says.

     The dangling orbs that were once functional eyes, still staring at us with hatred and a single common focus between the whole lot of them, tells me Louise is right. Satan might be pulling the strings for this motley crew, but now that they've been released from the protective haven of their coffins and know that they have to eat to sustain themselves, they look across the fiery space and see dinner mere feet from them. The first opportunity and they'll be munching away. 

     For now, it's a stand off.    

     Offense or defense? Which one do we employ?

     I run to the flames and toss more fuel on them, noticing that it's only a matter of time before what we set up to burn is going to run out, and this time I believe these abominations from Hell are going to be there, knowing their time is at hand. That makes the decision simpler: we must attack while we have any kind of an edge at all. Any show of weakness now means our demise.

     More of the campers run out of the lodge to help us. From what I see, it appears that most, if not all, of the canisters are outside know, the same for the blow-torches. Shit! Not a good thing.

     We don't have enough weaponry to handle what we have staring us down, let alone what might be coming. Fuck it! I take my burning broom and jump over the flames, charging the closest bunch of Zombies. They close in on me, but the fire still holds them back. It won't last long. I can only hope I'm not the only one with balls of steel and brains of minuscule proportions.

      "Damn you!" Tom shouts, as he jumps in next to me. "You have a death wish, Ed!"

     I don't bother answering him. There's no time: we have to stop these things. In a few seconds, all of us have crossed the line, the fire roaring, keeping the demons from attacking the lodge. We must try to shove them back.

     From nowhere they arrive: our no-eyed friends, their green, pulsating lights seemingly on overtime status. They  seem to come when we show them we're not going to accept defeat. My strategy is right, at least as far as they are concerned.

     They fight alongside us, attacking Zombies and Hell Hounds alike. The fire seems to have no effect on them as they shove their adversaries into the flames and hold them there until they are burned and are of no more harm to us. Repeatedly, they capture and burn their prey. It is obvious by now that these great entities are our allies.

     Our friends aren't aware of the rejuvenating powers the Zombie parts have, and when they get over-zealous in their attacks and tear off pieces of them, they are annoyed at what's happening to them, the hands, intestines, everything, attacking them at the same time. They're quick learners, though, and work as a team to remove the attackers, pulling them off of each other and quickly burning them with the rest of the whole and partial undead.

     Ahead of us, I hear the cries of yelping dogs. Something is happening that I can't see. What the hell is going after them? Damn! It must be the webbed giants! We're squeezing in on them from both sides now, forcing one group against the other. These monsters are the best attack we have against the Hell Hounds, even more effective than the fire because they're quick and get the job done in a hurry.

     As many as we are now, we still can't decimate all of Satan's troops. They don't stop coming for a long time, and when we appear to chase them away, they don't follow the path to the rift. Where are they going?

     We have our answer as soon as we arrive at the portals to Hell. More zombies plow through the opening, not intent on us. At least for the moment anyway. All of them are going south on the road.

     "Mother-fucker!" Tom shouts. "This is it! The beginning of the end!"

     I don't exactly know what he's talking about , but I have an idea, and it's not a pleasant scenario.

     "Back to the lodge! Now!" He shouts.

     Our mysterious other-worldly warriors vanish into the forest as the rest of us go the safety of the lodge. As safe as the lodge might be, at any rate. Nothing is truly secure anymore. There seems to be no end to the numbers of creatures coming from Hell. How long can we hold out?

     "Okay, Tom" I ask, once we're inside, "what's happening?"

     "There's no stopping them now, Ed. Satan's unleashing all of them on the planet. Every damned one of them! More will join along the way: those which haven't even had a chance to go to Hell yet. They're being drafted into Lucifer's army."

     "Not a good thing."

     Tom looks at me as if I've made the under-statement of all times.

     "Any ideas?" I ask.

     He lights up a Cuban and tosses one to me, as we go back out on the porch.

     "You're not going to like it."

     "Try me."

     "There's an old, abandoned Armory down the road from here, hidden on some old logging road. We'll take my jeep, a few men, and we'll high-tail it over there."

     "What do they have in there?"

     "My webbed buddies tell me they have mostly older vehicles and arms, but . . .but they have flame throwers there."

     "Wow! They stopped using those years ago. Public pressure said they were too inhumane."

     "Not against what we're fighting now."

     "How do we get in?"

     "I don't know. We'll worry about that when we get there. I'm hoping we can start some of the vehicles up and load  a bunch of toys to use on our undead friends."

     "And what happens if we get there and there's no way in?"

     "We're fucked!"

     "Guess we find a way in then."

     We recruit Bob and Zach to go along with us. These guys are pretty ornery dudes, itching for a fight it seems, so they should be perfect for what we need to do. I'm hoping we don't have to fight our way in or out, but if we do, we do.

     "Why don't I get to go?" Louise asks, a forlorn look in her eyes. "I can shoot and fight as well as anyone here."

     "Because you're the only doctor we have here," I say. "George still needs watching, and a bunch of the others are in sad shape as well. Somebody needs to get them into good condition. It's full-scale war soon, sweetie. We need some healthy troops. And, young lady, we need someone who knows what's happening back here in case these creatures attack the lodge."

     "Rats! You better watch yourself," she says, as she gives me a hug.

     "Don't I always?"

     "Look at you, Mr. Hageman! You're more battered than the others in here."

     "Shhh! Don't tell that to my body. I'm trying to keep it a secret."

     She shakes her head. "You are impossible. Dad, you need to watch him."

     "Yeah, right," Tom says. "You picked one ornery guy, Louise."

     Louise hugs and kisses both of us; we grab Bob and Zack, some shotguns, ammo, aerosol cans with appropriate torch material, and off we go to Tom's old Willy's Jeep that's parked on the side of the lodge. Funny I never noticed it before, but I'm glad we have a decent vehicle to be touring around in. Some of the back roads around here are pretty rough.

     "Nice wheels, Tom," I say.

     "Thanks, Ed. Gotta love these old Willy's. They can go anywhere, and where we're going the roads are in extra bad shape because the Armory's not in use any more."

     We tear along the driveway out of the camp and approach the main road with a little more caution. The zombies could be anywhere. I'm sure some of them will hang around the Pond, waiting for a chance to attack the lodge and wipe the campers out. Damn! We left Louise back there, but nowhere is really safe. Nowhere.

     They're out there, all right. No talking, moans, or groans are working their way through the night air, but the rustling of shuffling feet and crackling branches split the silence.

     The closer we get to where the road is blocked, the more noise surrounds us. Tom might have to do some pretty fancy driving to get by them.

     We swing around the pile of debris stacked on the road and almost reach the other side when they surround us! Hundreds of them it appears. Where did they all come from? All at once. Wham!

     "Roll the windows up!" Tom shouts."

     As fast as we react, it's not enough. They push against my side of the Jeep, and as the wheels spin helplessly in mid-air, the vehicle is pushed onto it's side. 

    Through the door window, I stare as their bloodied hands reach out, attempting to smash the glass, to get inside and pull us out.

     As if that's not enough, the wails of the hounds attack us . . .

Blaze McRob



Monday, March 19, 2012


Linda M. Lovecraft is a fascinating lady who lives, eats, and breathes horror. I've known her for a while now and can't say that I totally understand the complexities of the lady, but that is definitely a good thing. Mystery is quite the allure.

She has three short stories and a poem in several anthologies, but she will get more out soon, and when she does, they will be as good as her short story Mouretta in the I Believe In Werewolves anthology. This is a story of receiving the gift of power: a gift enabling a woman to shed the shacles of abuse and rid herself of her past. I think it is great when an author is able to reach deep within her soul, remove the bad, and leave the good inside. Linda does this so well.

In addition to being a very talented writer, Linda is the copy editor for Netbound Publishing, no small task, what with the great publications coming out from this small Indie Press. Mikel keeps her busy!

Linda is shy about her picture being shown, so I haven't put one up here. Visit her Facebook page and get more tid-bits about my fascinating friend, and maybe she'll let you see some pictures there.

Linda M. Lovecraft is a Woman in Horror!


Friday, March 16, 2012

Trina M. Lee writes in a style that says: FLOW, FLOW, FLOW. This is my kind of writing. There are no jerky sentences connected by mere periods. This talented author knows how to use all the tricks of the trade. She has studied the craft. Go to Amazon and read the free sample section and you'll see what I mean. Colons, semi-colons, and commas are used to blend everything together to provide a rich reading experience.

As literary as her writings are, they are also, dark, gritty, and violent. Her paranormal fiction blends eroticism and horror well. Vampires and werewolves are her world. As long as we have writers like her, don't tell me these grand monsters are on the way out.

Ms. Lee combines horror, eroticism and violence in one heady concoction that has me wanting more."

"A delicious walk to the really dark and wild side. If you think the current trend of romantic urban fantasy is too sanitized ... vampires who won't drink blood & werewolves who won't eat meat, take a look at this one."

"Lee beautifully explores the dual-sided nature of Alexa's existence as a werewolf." --Bitten By Books

A description of Once Bitten follows:

Alexa O'Brien has never been like other people. A deadly assassin, she is a werewolf with extraordinary power. Power that fiercely draws her to Arys, a mysterious vampire who awakens her dark side. What they create together is dangerous and binding, forcing her to question the source of her abilities. She risks losing her remaining humanity as well as the one man she dares to love.

When Alexa's womanizing former lover and pack Alpha is framed for murder, he turns to her for help. She would like nothing more than to watch karma at work but as the body count rises, long buried secrets are exposed. Alexa is forced to face the painful truth that not everyone is who she thinks they are. Not even her.

The really good news is that there are four novels in the Huntress series of which Once Bitten is the first.
Buy Trina's great books! She has a lot to offer! Her blog and website are superb, too!

Trina M. Lee is a Woman in Horror!


Thursday, March 15, 2012


Eva Layne is a most remarkable lady. She'll probably be angry at me for posting this, saying there are so many other women more deserving than her to be a Woman in Horror, but I have to say she is most deserving. She started up Dark Media City, a website having 66 groups, 3903 members, a chat availability, advertising for those who wish it, and a blog section where members can post blogs. Some people don't have a website of their own and take advantage of Eva's generosity. Perfect!

I looked around the net looking for the perfect way for me to extol the virtues of horror and the people involved with writing and the other crafts. Nothing else came close, and Eva has me me feel right at home here. Thank you Eva!

The groups encompass new and old TV shows, Press groups, Vampire groups, Paranormal groups, etc. You get the picture.

And now boys and girls, Eva has outdone herself with Dark Media Magazine, which encompasses arts, literature, and so much more. It is very professionally done.

Her love for everything horror is Tes Cool to the max. How she oversees all this is beyond me, but she does a fine job.

Drop over to the site and check it out and tell Eva that Blaze sent you. You'll thank me. I guarantee it!

Eva Layne is a Woman in Horror!