Monday, March 25, 2013


Jill S. Behe is my Woman In Horror today! Jill is a very interesting lady with a love for writing. She and I both share writing honors for our stories in fifty shades of decay, an anthology published by Angelic Knight Press. This is quite an interesting collection. But then again, would you expect anything less from an anthology about Zombie Erotica? I don't think so. If you haven't already read this great tome, go to the link below and check it out. You'll never look at Zombies the same way again.

My friend, Rob M. Miller, whose young daughter Annabelle is one of my Women In Horror, suggested that Jill would be a great woman to include in my series, and he is right. Here are Rob's words:

"Though Jill's new to breaking on the scene, I do believe there's a benefit to profiling her as an up-and-coming Woman of Horror, even if a late bloomer.
And that's the draw! That she's a late bloomer, hitting the scene, even if only tentatively, in her mid-50s, an age where I believe many writers, and in this case, female writers, are all-too-often tempted to let slip their dreams of publishing. After all, they're too old, aren't they? Or they don't have an M.F.A.? Or what if they only have a high school diploma. Surely a high school grad can't become a published author." Rob M. Miller

Needless to say, I was intrigued and searched around. The rest is history.

Rather than have me blabber on, Jill included quite an up close and personal of herself, and I'll let her do the talking. She has some interesting things to say.

Biography: Jill is the eldest of four children born to Christian parents in East Central Pennsylvania.  It took a while, but the rebel within finally broke free.  After shocking family and friends by enlisting in the U.S. Army, then marrying—not much of a shock—birthing three sons, and getting divorced—again not much of a shock—she’s now settled in, back in the great State of PA ... until the next adventure.
She has a murder-mystery/cozy titled “Mossy Creek,” published by Triskaideka Books, 2011, a co-authored zombie-erotica short titled “S.P.Q.R.” in the anthology “Fifty Shades of Decay,” published by Angelic Knight Press, 2013, and yet another short story of horror, “How do you do it, Mr. Sullivan,” in the anthology “Midnight Movie Creature Feature 2,” a May December Publication, 2013!
She can be found on Facebook, or on her site at

Doubts, Worries, Fears?  Just Adrenaline, Your Write or Flight Response!
By Jill S. Behe
FIRST REMEMBERED WRITING VENTURES took place in the fifth grade, one, a western; and two, a play about alien triplets invading the earth, for which I drafted my siblings as actors.  As a freshman in high school, our science teacher offered extra credit for anyone who’d turn in a science fiction story.  Could not have cared less about any possible bonus points, but I did pounce on the challenge.
The story was inspired by Star Trek.
I got a B+.
Somewhere in my junior/senior year, I wrote my first mystery/romance—a novel!  The next attempt at a long form story didn’t start until some 15-years, a marriage, and two kids later, while my husband was deployed.
From the time those first words went down, the goal was to be published. Though I didn’t know it at the time, it would take more than 30-years to meet that goal.
About halfway through, the mother of one of my son’s friends invited me to a writing group.  They were having a celebration for just having published their first anthology.
I was fascinated.  Had never been involved with such a group … hadn’t even known they existed.
My nerves were shot by the time we got to the meeting. 
Attendees were allowed to read three pages, double-spaced, and, oh, how they loved newcomers.  I was to stand up and read those pages, out loud, in front of all those strangers.
Holy Crap! 
Stage fright or not, these were writers, real writers.  And there I was, pawning myself off as one of their number. 
It was time to woman-up.
Would I be accepted?  Would my work?  Heaven forbid I trip over my tongue, or not be able to keep my hands from shaking, but worse … what if they didn’t like my words?
I’ll leave you to wonder what transpired, but what’s important is they expected me back!  And more important, that I could hardly wait.
For it was then I realized this dream of one day getting published had moved into the realm of real possibility.  And that realization grew, meeting by meeting, as did the camaraderie amongst my fellow bookwrights.  Friends brought into my life because of love of story.  Many of whom I remain bonded with today.
One scribbling sibling, in particular, took me aside.  He wanted to discuss my story, some possible points that might add to my arsenal.  WOW!  I had never had anyone really critique my work before, let alone an actual writer.  Yes, in the group there were oral evaluations, often using the OREO method: with something done right, some points to consider for improvement, and finally, what was most impressive.  This, by itself, had been revelatory—even empowering.
            But this time, with this writer, was different.  We went word by word, and sentence by sentence, analyzing word choice and placement, discussing the power of complex sentences, power words, transpositions, verbs vs. adverbs … lions, tigers, and bears!
I was introduced to c-r-a-f-t.
Words became clay.  Necessary material needed to get on the page.  Wonderful clay poured forth from my soul, instinct, and passion … but then material to be shaped, molded, refined and fired!  That gorgeous fusion between art and craft, heart and skill.
            Then it happened, two years ago, my first published novel.
As cliché as it sounds, there really are no words that can express the exhilaration felt when my editor called and said: “Jill, Jill, Check your e-mail!”
The publisher pitched with Mossy Creek had accepted it and was offering a contract. 
I’d been a reader the whole of my life, and yet not once did I ever think about authors as real people.  Sure, I’d seen their faces on the back of the books, or read their bios on the Internet, but that didn’t make them Joe or Jane Public.  Oh, no.  Instead, they were special—and they are, they truly are—and a far cry from being mere mortals.  How could I be one of them?  Was this even real? 
When I finally got to hold my book, a printed copy of my work, for the first time, it was indescribable.  But then my family and friends had one, too!  And strangers!  And people in Europe!
They were all reading words.
Words from Jill S. Behe!
I began to think of all the authors I had ever read.  Had they all gone through this same incredibly frightening, exciting, terrifying, validating transition?  From dreamer to author?  Had their family and friends gotten more excited about The Book than even they had? 
How did they handle the initial: “You have a book out?  Really?  That’s so cool.  What’s it called?”
Not sure how to even describe the weirdness of that.
Now I’ve two shorts out, and Book Two of Mossy Creek ready for editing.  And again the weirdness is happening.  People who read and enjoyed my first novel are e-mailing, asking on Facebook, walking down the hall at church: “Hey, Jill.  When’s your next book coming out!”
            Is it still terrifying, exhilarating, nerve-wracking, and fantastic?
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
            With February’s honoring of Women In Horror, and now, with this bonus month of March, were I to say anything to my sisters out there, young to mature, and especially for those who might be fence-sitting, pondering whether or not to take their shot in this crazy world of writing and publishing, it would be:
And with extreme prejudice!
Over the years, I’ve written hundreds of stories, but in the end, that’s only half the equation.  There’s that other half, that if neglected, forgotten, or not believed in, causes our art to suffer, our dreams to never meet reality. 
And why?
Because our work must ultimately be read.
That’s the whole point.

Jill S. Behe is one enthusiastic writer, and I am honored to have her share her story with me and my readers.


Jill's novel:

Book Description

August 7, 2011
Welcome to Mossy Creek. We’re small and easy-going with a lot of community pride and camaraderie. What we don’t have a lot of is crime.

Mossy Creek is a close-knit laid-back little borough, so close to the southern border of Pennsylvania, it’s almost in West Virginia.

Townsfolk like to say: “We’re south enough to lend credence to our slight drawl, but sufficiently north of the Mason-Dixon to be damn Yankees.”

Times they are a changing. When evil rears its ugly head, the whole town is stunned.

But no one was prepared for murder...especially one involving a teenager.

Come sit a spell. I’ll tell you all about it.

Zombie Erotica. Oh yeah, baby!

Book Description

February 17, 2013
**Mature Audiences Only**

What's sexy about zombies? 51 authors answered that question with wild, weird, and titillating tales. From love during the apocalypse, to love that goes beyond the grave and back again, to love that well, never dies, you'll find these pages filled with desires demanding to be fufilled, hungers to be slaked, and lovers who won't let a little thing like death (or undeath) come between them. Do zombies need sex as much as they need brains? What would you do to bring a lover back from the dead? What if you survived the apocalypse only to find yourself alone and sexually frustrated?

Light some candles, put on some mood music, and cozy up with 50 Shades of Decay. The zombie sexpocalypse has begun...

Another great anthology!

Book Description

March 18, 2013
Please step inside the May December Multiplex! Check out any of our thirteen screens for tales that will titillate, tease, and terrify. Come check out a host of other nasty beasties. So pop some corn, pour a beverage of choice (alcohol is permitted provided you have appropriate ID), and pick out your most comfy seat. Yes, come in and enjoy the show. And the best part is...your ticket is good for every screen! No need to sneak from one theater to the is ALL included in the price of admission! Hurry and find your seat, the show will start as soon as you are ready!

There is no doubt in my mind. Jill S. Behe is a Woman In Horror!



  1. Excellent piece, Ms. Behe. Thank you.

    All my best,

    Rob M. Miller