Dwelling by Thomas S. Flowers

DWELLING by Thomas S. Flowers

Subdue Series, Book 1

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Release Date: Dec. 8, 2015

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A group of inseparable childhood friends are now adults, physically and psychologically devastated by war…

A horrifying creature emerges from a sandstorm just before Ricky Smith dies in battle. Forced to leave base housing, his widow Maggie buys a home on Oak Lee Road in the town of Jotham. Maggie is isolated in the historic house…and disconcerted by strange clicking sounds inside the walls.

Jonathan Steele attempts to drink the painful past away…

Jonathan was wounded in that fateful battle and now suffers from PTSD. He wants to put the nightmare behind him, but when Ricky’s ghost appears with cryptic warnings about Maggie’s house, he begins to question his sanity.

Bobby Weeks is a homeless veteran struggling with a lycanthropic curse…

Afraid of bringing harm, Bobby stays far away from those he loves. But after a full moon, a mysterious woman approaches him and reveals a vision about a house with a sinister presence, and he realizes staying away might no longer be an option.

Minister Jake Williams lost his faith on the battlefield…

While Jake will do anything to reconnect with God, he turns to vices to fill the religious void. But a church elder urges him to take a sabbatical, and a ghost tells him to quit the ministry, and his life is more out of control than ever.

When Maggie wakes in a strange subterranean cavern, she can’t deny her home harbors dark secrets. Desperate, she sends letters to her old friends to reunite in Jotham, and events conspire to draw them all to the house…unaware of the danger awaiting them.

The friends have already been through hell, but can any of them survive the evil dwelling beneath the House on Oak Lee?

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Chapter One

THE BATTLE OF AL-HURRIYAH

Johnathan

Iraq, 2004

Something caught his eye. A glimmer. A shadow in the dark yellow fog.

The fuck? He reached for his binos in the turret. Across the street, Johnathan spied through the dust scratched lens vendors hastily tucking and clutching whatever goods they could get their hands on. Only the most meager of items remained on the street. Even the sound of the Humvees seemed to fade, as if the entire world was holding its breath.

What’s going on? Johnathan shook, his nerves pricked. Hairs stood on-end. His knees locked. He watched, hands resting on the M2 .50-cal. He searched for someone, anyone to put the tightening in his stomach at ease. Where are they going? Shadows snaked in between the empty spaces and seemed to grow larger. The yellow dust whipped the air. Al-Hurriyah was being consumed by it.

Johnathan could feel the lump in his heart become heavy. He pulled his scarf off. He choked on the dust, tasting all the nastiness of the Baghdad ghetto, but paid little heed. The soldier scanned his field of fire. Anticipation boiled in his veins. Then the yellow sand darkened again.

The glimmer returned, taking shape, forming in the dust. His mouth fell agape. “What the fuck is that?” He screamed inside, his mind rattled and confused and terrified.

From the alley across the road the shadows dissolved, giving form to some massive Thing with skin covered in bristle-like hair as black as tar. The bulking torso hissed, and swelled, hissed and swelled. Its thin, but otherwise muscular, fragile-looking legs twitched in the sand, protruding and stretching out, pulling down the tarps of the vender huts near it.

How many legs does this thing have? What is this? I’m dreaming, have to be. This can’t be…

In the dust-whipped wind what looked to be mandibles where its mouth should have been opened and then snapped shut. It was hissing, but the hissing sounded like clicking, the rattle of teeth in a glass jar or a snake poised to strike. On its head was an unmistakable shape, as frightening as it was. Bulging from its head, two swollen red eyes taking up nearly all of the creature’s face glared in the dust, compound, like the eye of a fly, gazing directly at him.

Its antenna drooped low, and then it began talking to him with a wild rush of clicks in its throat. The sound was terrible, reminding him of spring months back home, the swarms of cicadas that blanketed the canopy in his parents’ backyard every few years or so and the eerie sound they made, the clicking, horrible hissing, just like in that one movie Ricky loved to watch when they were kids around the same part of the year, the 1950s atomic-age science fiction flick, the one with the giant ants.

Partially hidden in the dust, the height of the hideous Thing was hard to guess, but whatever is was, it wasn’t possible. None of this was possible. It couldn’t be real, yet there it was all the same, hulking out from across the street, large and hungry looking.

“Are you seeing this?” Johnathan croaked, his voice pained with fear and doubt.

“What?” asked Ricky. He turned in his seat, looking out the driver’s side window. Searching. “I don’t see anything.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Johnathan yelled, panic stained in his voice. He kicked the driver’s seat.

“Dude, we’re about to dibby out. Stop being so jumpy,” Ricky scolded. “I don’t see anything, man.”

“Look, you asshole!” Johnathan kicked the driver’s seat again with his boot.

“Dude!” Smith turned fully around and peered in the direction Steele was gesturing. He fell silent for only a moment and then he yelled, “Get down!”

“We need to do more than—” Johnathan had started to say, but was cut short. He looked back to the alley where the Thing had been, but the monster was gone, replaced by a man with a shaved head shouting something terribly familiar and propping an equally terrifying object across his shoulder.

Is that?

“RPG!” Ricky screamed on the radio.

The air sucked back. Johnathan thought he was going to puke as he watched a plume of white smoke rocket toward him. The world was motionless for a second, perhaps less. In that moment he thought of Karen and Tabitha, he thought of his childhood and his friends that filled it. Then the explosion hit, lifting his Humvee upward into the air.

The large metal behemoth came crashing back to earth with a thunderous moan. He fell inside. His head smashed against the gunner’s platform below. He saw nothing, only white, burning light. Outside, he could hear the crackle of gunfire faintly against the ringing in his ears, like fireworks in a neighborhood a block away.

People were shouting. His squad mates, maybe. Language seemed beyond him at the moment. He could smell sulfur and the awful hint of something else…like overcooked meat on the grill, he imagined, dazed and numb. Through the broken window he watched the battle of Al-Hurriyah with disbelieving eyes.

Another explosion struck somewhere nearby. Pebbles or chunks of the police station perhaps rained down on his truck. The radio was abuzz with noise, fire direction, casualties. Someone yelled through the mike, “Death Blossom.” Death Blossom…? Are we under attack…? Yes…Ricky called it out, didn’t he? His head rung with the battle cry.

Johnathan shifted his weight. One of his legs fell from the strap he used as a seat, the other felt strangely dead. He looked. Among the yellow dust and stars that filled his eyes, he could see, though blurred, the gnarled remains of what was once his right leg.

“Shit!” he screamed, clinching at his thigh. I can’t look. I can’t look. Ricky. Ricky? “Smith? Ricky? Are you okay, man?” he winced, straining to get a look at his friend.

No answer.

More rattling pinged off his truck. Someone nearby yelled, “Got you, you fucking bastard!” Another voice screamed in language not entirely unfamiliar.

Must be some of the Iraqi police, he thought vaguely caring. Death Blossom…those assholes are going to ping someone in the back…

Something was pinching his neck. He reached and felt warmth and something hard. He dug whatever it was out and pulled his hand to see. He glared dumbfounded at what looked like a tooth.

Not mine, he thought, testing his teeth with his tongue. He looked at Ricky, but his form was covered in haze.

Gunfire continued to crackle outside, but in the broken and torn Humvee, the world felt like a tomb.

He could see Ricky now, lying awkwardly in his seat, one hand still clutching the radio receiver. Smoke wafted from his body. He didn’t move. And the smell…the smell was terrible.

Johnathan blinked. Not real. Not real. “Ricky, you son of a bitch, answer me! Are you okay?” he yelled. Hot adrenaline coursed through him like a drug, pooling in a venomous sundry of dreadful sorrow and hate, lumping together in his heart, stealing his breath. Maggie’s face flashed in front of him and then Karen’s, but he pushed them away.

Please, God. No.

“Ricky!”

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Thomas S. Flowers is the published author of several character driven stories of fright. He resides in Houston, Texas, with his wife and daughter. His first novel, Reinheit, was published by Forsaken. He also has a short story, “Lanmò,” in The Sinister Horror Company’s horror anthology The Black Room Manuscripts. In 2008, he was honorably discharged from the U.S. Army where he served for seven years, with three tours serving in Operation Iraqi Freedom. In 2014, Thomas graduated from University of Houston Clear Lake with a BA in History. He blogs at machinemean[dot]org, where he does author interviews and reviews on a wide range of strange yet oddly related topics.

 

 

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#UnCommonBodies: New Release coming soon…

NEW RELEASE: UnCommon Bodies is a collection of stories curated by Pavarti K. Tyler that span across genres to explore the lives of the odd, the unbelievable, and the impossible

UCB CoverSUMMARY: Step right up to the modern freakshow — We have mermaids, monsters, and more. You won’t be disappointed, but you may not get out alive.

UnCommon Bodies presents a collection of 20 beautifully irreverent stories which blend the surreal and the mundane. Imagine a world where magic exists, where the physical form has the power to heal or repulse, where a deal with the devil means losing so much more than your soul.

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INCLUDES STORIES BY: Philip Harris, Sessha Batto, Robb Grindstaff, Brent Meske, Sally Basmajian, Robert Pope, Keira Michelle Telford, Jordanne FullerMichael Harris Cohen, Deanne Charlton, P.K. Tyler ,Bey Deckard , Vasil Tuchkov, Laxmi Hariharan, Samantha Warren, Rebecca Poole, Daniel Arthur Smith, S.M. Johnson, Kim Wells, Christopher Godsoe, and Bob Williams

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Creating Heroes That Connect to the Modern World by Alex Nader

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Guest Post by Alexander Nader
Author of Hero Engine

Creating heroes for the modern world is easy and impossibly hard all at the same time. For me personally, it was a lot about avoiding Superman. I’ve never been a big fan of Mr. Kent because he was too perfect. Too perfect, too attractive, too powerful, and just plain too much. I love scars and struggle and pain, as morbid as that sounds. I knew that I wanted heroes that didn’t have things as easy as Superman, but I also didn’t want something so dark as, say, the new Batman series. If you haven’t picked up, I’m not D.C.’s biggest fan, but really, the biggest struggle was making all the characters-not just the heroes-messed up enough to be interesting while still making the human enough to be relatable.

The biggest struggle on creating heroes is coming up with unique abilities. Do you know how many comic book characters there have been? Every super power imaginable has been done and done again. I made a deal with myself early on that I wouldn’t focus on creating unique super powers, so much as creating unique super heroes. It’s the character that draws people in, not the powers themselves…Or so I hope.

hero engine‘Cool’ Jim Quig has one love : his job. And he likes it that way. While Jim protects the streets, the heroes take all the credit. He’s fine with that, all cops are. Sort of. So when the director of the Super Hero Initiative (SHI) asks Jim to help solve a mystery plaguing SHI headquarters, he’s not interested. Who cares if an ancient artifact known as the Hero Engine has been destroyed? Or if every super hero in existence was altered into their superhuman state by the device? It’s not Jim’s problem. The ‘capes’ can solve their own mystery.

The director doesn’t take no for answer and Jim’s task is to not only find out who destroyed the Engine, but why one hero has gone AWOL. For the last fifty-two years, SHI has protected the world, but with the destruction of the Engine, and a rogue killing super humans, the golden era of heroes has ended. Cool Jim Quig is about to find out what happens when a cape goes nutso.

If only he had just said no to the guy in the flashy suit.

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alexanderAlex lives in the tourist infested hills of east Tennessee with his amazing wife/muse and three superb children. He would tell you more about how awesome they are, but you probably wouldn’t believe him. When he’s not hanging out with them he’s making pizzas. When he’s not doing that he’s working at a bookstore and occasionally he jots a few words down. He’s a big fan of good music, good storytelling, and mixed martial arts.

He once wrote a short story about pirates to his wife via text message that blossomed into a full length novel and never stopped after that.

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If you’ve been following my blog because you like reading me (awesome, I love you), then I’ve got good news for you: a new release!

The Sin Eater serial by Pavarti K. Tyler and I is out now at Amazon and free today (9/26/15). Read on for more info.

Cheers,

~Jess


 

You’ve heard rumblings about it, now it’s finally here. SIN EATER by Pavarti K. Tyler and Jessica West is available now on Amazon.com. Check out the giveaway at the end of this post!

Episode 1.1 is FREE 9/25 & 9/26 so grab your copy NOW. After that it will be $0.99 or free on Kindle Unlimited: Amazon.com

Episode 1.2 is available now for $0.99: Amazon.com


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From Award-Winning Author Pavarti K. Tyler and Speculative Fiction Author Jessica West, comes a Dark Urban Fantasy serial about evil, and the next step in its evolution.

**This is Episode ONE in a seven part urban fantasy/horror serial**

A Sin Eater who battles demons for souls
A Priest who must protect what he most desires, even from himself,
A rogue Romani mortician with an attitude, a secret, and a powerful weapon,
And a Secret Order of the Church who knows more than they’re saying…

Nikolai Grekh is the last Sin Eater.

Born into a world rampant with demon possession, Nik Grekh struggles to keep Hell’s hordes from consuming the world, but he grows weary of the constant battle against sin. Evil grows stronger as more souls are lost. With each new possession growing increasingly violent, Nik fears he may be losing the war.

When Nik confronts a demon he can barely defeat, he reaches out to the only man who can save him. The only man he trusts. The one man he can never have…

Evil has resided alongside humanity since the beginning of time, feeding on our weaknesses, our vices. Our sins. It hungers for our souls, its demonic offspring possessing humans, corrupting, manipulating, using us as unwitting pawns in a supernatural chess match for the ultimate price: life.

The Crucifixion of Christ saved humanity once. What will it take to save us this time?

*contains mature content, offensive themes, and general deviance*

Sin Eater 1.1 is approximately 10,000 words or 45 pages, and is the first of seven episodes in the first season of the Sin Eater serial. If you don’t enjoy serials, you can pre-order the full Box Set on Amazon.


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For those reading alone as each episode is released, here is the full schedule:

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Episode Publication Date
Episode 1 9/25/2015
Episode 2 9/25/2015
Episode 3 10/9/2015
Episode 4 10/23/2015
Episode 5 11/6/2015
Episode 6 11/20/2015
Episode 7 12/4/2015
Box Set 12/15/2015

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Nik’s hand dripped blood and his forehead throbbed.

“You can’t kill this man and that’s the only way you’ll get rid of me. You can’t take an innocent life without opening yourself up to my kind. So go ahead, kill him, and then I’ll wrap myself in your shell and consume your soul.” The monster licked its lips.

“Bullshit.”

The leaky, red eyes of the demon’s host displayed the first real signs of fear. It was all but beat. He was almost finished.

“Behold and obey. By the power of Christ, invested in me by the Kingdom of Heaven and its mighty King, I command you to yield. For this vessel is a child of God, sacred unto him.”

Beads of sweat popped out on the brow of the man before him, now crouching and glaring up at Nik. One side of his face had melted away, leaving only sinew and bone. He curled his arms and fists, making his biceps bulge with effort.

His voice, empowered by his birthright and emboldened by experience, rang clear in the night. “I exorcise thee, every unclean spirit, in the name of God,” Nik pressed his bloody palm against the demon’s forehead, “and in the name of Jesus, and in the name of the Holy Spirit!”

Nik drew the sign of the cross on the demon’s flesh with his own blood.

“Tell me your name! The blood of Christ compels you!”

The man’s bulging muscles shook. He ground his teeth, trying his best to stop from revealing his name and giving Nik the only thing he needed to destroy him. He screamed, a long and low furious yell that revealed the only thing that might have kept him safe: “Naamah.”

Nik slapped his wet palm onto the man’s sweaty forehead. “I exorcise thee, Naamah, in the name of God, and in the name of Jesus,” Nik’s hand burned the man’s flesh, but he couldn’t stop, “and in the name of the Holy Spirit.” He pulled his face close until the two were eye-to-eye.

The black from the demon’s eyes receded into its head, traveling the surface of the man’s skin and turning it gray. He opened his mouth and a black cloud rushed out, choking its former host as it was expelled.

The monster let out a shriek as the last of its hold on the man was ripped out, sliding out of his human host’s mouth and into a black glob on the street.

The man came to his senses. Confusion showed in his eyes as his mind was once again able to access his body. As the evil left the man’s body, he slumped to the ground and Nik lowered with him. Nik stayed just long enough to make sure the man’s pulse was stable. His job was to get the evil out, not to worry about what happened after.

Nik’s head spun, he was too exhausted, sick, and confused to reason it out. He’d exorcised the demon. That’s all that mattered. He’d figure out the particulars later.

The blood on Nik’s hand glowed a deep red in the darkness as he reached out and grabbed the evil before him. With a silent prayer, he picked it up, black sin wrapping around his fingers like tentacles. Bile rose in his mouth at the thought of what he needed to do next. Twice in one night.

The throb in his head began again and Nik stuffed the evil into his mouth, swallowing its slick putrid essence in one gulp.

Nik stood, but he swayed and leaned heavily on the wall to his left, unable to see through the dark haze that descended over his eyes. He felt like someone had snuffed him out. Cold gripped his body, seeping into his bones, pulling him down, crushing him in its icy fist.

He instantly regretted treating this one as he had every other. He should have known better. There was nothing about this possession that had been like the others. After everything he went through to beat this thing, he came right back around to the same thought as before. This would be the one that killed him.


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Days of New Release Blitz: Give the Devil His Due by Meg Collett

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Set in the same world as Meg Collett’s bestselling End of Days series comes the darkly comedic paranormal serial spin-off series, Days of New.

A girl who doesn’t believe in angels.

A devil who doesn’t believe in himself.

She has one week to save his soul or another war will break out, and no one will survive this one.

Don’t miss the thrilling conclusion to the Days of New paranormal serial series, Give the Devil His Due.

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Meg Collett lives deep in the hills of Tennessee where the cell phone service is a blessing and the Internet is a myth of epic proportions. She is the mother of one giant horse named Elle and three dogs named Wylla, Mandy, and Drax the Destroyer. Her husband is a saint for putting up with her ragtag life. Her paranormal romance series, End of Days, is currently available in its entirety. Fakers, a contemporary romance, is also available.

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Meg Collett’s Days of New serial

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Set in the same world as Meg Collett’s bestselling End of Days series comes the darkly comedic paranormal serial spin-off series, Days of New.

“Clark was human, Nephil, Descendant. He was good and bad. He was the dirty magic of evil angels. He was still the pink-haired kid who had fallen into a cave and found a broken angel. He was a reaper and a savior. A lost boy who just wanted his friends to stop dying.”

Zarachiel is a broken holy angel who just wants to save people. The pain from his torn out wings reminds him everyday just how far the holy angels have fallen from grace. Like it is his burden to bear, he sets out to right their wrongs every day.

Clark wants to save the person he loves most in the world, but she doesn’t want his help or his love. Unlike Zarachiel, who saves everyone he can, Clark can’t seem to save even one person.

Peace can be as deadly as war, and someone won’t survive.

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Meg Collett lives deep in the hills of Tennessee where the cell phone service is a blessing and the Internet is a myth of epic proportions. She is the mother of one giant horse named Elle and three dogs named Wylla, Mandy, and Drax the Destroyer. Her husband is a saint for putting up with her ragtag life. Her paranormal romance series, End of Days, is currently available in its entirety. Fakers, a contemporary romance, is also available.

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Meg Collett's Days of New serial

Days of New

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DEVIL IN THE DETAILS


Set in the same world as Meg Collett’s bestselling End of Days series comes

the darkly comedic stand-alone serial spin-off, Days of New.


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Get 1-3 Now on Amazon!

*Speaking of the Devil*

*Full of the Devil*

*Better the Devil You Know*


NEW RELEASE!

Devil in the Details (Book 4 in the Days of New series)

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Set in the same world as Meg Collett’s bestselling End of Days series comes the darkly comedic paranormal serial spin-off series, Days of New.

“Clark was human, Nephil, Descendant. He was good and bad. He was the dirty magic of evil angels. He was still the pink-haired kid who had fallen into a cave and found a broken angel. He was a reaper and a savior. A lost boy who just wanted his friends to stop dying.”

Zarachiel is a broken holy angel who just wants to save people. The pain from his torn out wings reminds him everyday just how far the holy angels have fallen from grace. Like it is his burden to bear, he sets out to right their wrongs every day.

Clark wants to save the person he loves most in the world, but she doesn’t want his help or his love. Unlike Zarachiel, who saves everyone he can, Clark can’t seem to save even one person.

Peace can be as deadly as war, and someone won’t survive.

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Meg Collett lives deep in the hills of Tennessee where the cell phone service is a blessing and the Internet is a myth of epic proportions. She is the mother of one giant horse named Elle and three dogs named Wylla, Mandy, and Drax the Destroyer. Her husband is a saint for putting up with her ragtag life. Her paranormal romance series, End of Days, is currently available in its entirety. Fakers, a contemporary romance, is also available.

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Cover Reveal for the one and only Rue Volley!

I’ve recently had the absolute pleasure of meeting a group of women who have rocked my world in a very short span of time. The ladies behind Crushing Hearts Black Butterfly publishing company are nothing short of amazing. One, in particular, I’m very much impressed with. Rue Volley is a talented author and an incredible cover designer. Seriously, every time she shares one of her creations on Facebook, I stare at my screen and drool. So when the opportunity to help out in one of her cover reveals came up, I jumped on it! The cover reveal is for Rue’s novel The Devil’s Gate, coming April 12, 2015. I’ll let her tell you about the book. The cover itself is all the way at the bottom. Why? Because I like to be in control, and making you scroll to get what you want gives me the warm and tinglies. 😉

And if you want to see the cover (and I know you want it 😉 ), check out the post in its original location at Prose Before Ho Hos.

Ciao,

~ Jess

Rue Volley

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And her Facebook Fan Page: Rue Volley. Go on, give her a like. You know you want to. 😉

Rue Volley resides on Earth with her husband, Von Erik, and their two pug sons, Momo and Oshi. She is an award winning author, graphic artist, and screenwriter. She is also the Creative/Marketing Director for Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing, and co-owner of Lovebites Production Company, which specializes in Dark Fantasy Films. Rue released her first film, Hellhound, in November of 2014. She is currently working on two more films, ‘The Devil’s Gate’ and ‘Into the Never’.

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A Strange Alliance (Coming Soon)

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Fort Apache is the closest thing Cat has to a home, Jesse and Hok’ee the only family she has left. Just when she thinks the worst of their troubles are over, a much bigger threat reveals itself. Cat allies herself with a strange new group. Their leader, Hastiin, causes no end of trouble for Jesse, who’s struggling with his humanity. She’s hesitant to leave the fate of Hok’ee and the others in a pair of hands she doesn’t trust at all. When it comes right down to it, she’ll have to choose between keeping the man she’s waited so long to be with and saving the west.

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Several months ago a few writing buddies started a blog called Prose Before Ho Hos, wherein they accepted submissions for Stories of Dubious Literary Merit. Right about the same time, those same buddies came up with Whiskey and Wheelguns, a shared universe from which each would write their own stories.

I loved the idea

behind the blog, which also accepts submissions for Reviews of All the Things and Articles on the Manly Art of Writing. And though I’d never much cared for historical fiction (aside from romances) or westerns, I had an idea. Actually, an idea got a-hold of me.

I wrote Massacre at Red River Ridge as a short story, and (spoiler alert) the protagonist died at the end.

It happens.

As it turns out, she wasn’t done with me yet. Three days after they hanged her for murder, Catherine Cartwright rose from a shallow grave. Her adventures as an undead, former lady of the night brought me across 1870’s Arizona in Red River Rangers; A Whiskey & Wheelguns Novelette.

I self-published Rangers on August 29, 2014, proudly flying the W&W banner. Cat still wasn’t finished with me.

So I’ve revisited her world, following her into the mountains of New Mexico that run the border between the two states. I’ve just finished the first draft of A Strange Alliance, and I’m aiming for a release date of February 19, 2015.

If you’ve a mind to help me spread the word, I’d sure appreciate it.

You can offer support via Thunderclap, an app that lets you tweet or share pre-written posts on a day the author has selected in advance. For those who aren’t able to support indie authors financially, this is a great way to help support their careers and it doesn’t cost a dime. It only takes a minute to follow the link and click to share, but it means a whole lot to authors as it helps them spread the word about upcoming events such as new releases. What’s so great about Thunderclap is that all those shares go live at once, giving the author a signal boost into the great abyss that is the internet. And it really does help. My goal is modest, 100 shares by February 19, 2015. If I don’t meet that goal, the message will not be shared. Please help me get 100 shares by release day. When you click the link below, you’ll be taken to my page on Thunderclap where you can share my post on Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr.

Thank you for all the emotional support you’ve offered since I started writing. Without it, I don’t imagine I’d have gotten very far. Until next time …

Gratefully yours,

~Jess

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Excerpt from A Strange Alliance; A Rangers Novelette

(Coming February 19, 2015)

The area was broad where they entered, and opened up a bit more with fewer trees and more spacious, homemade tents as they continued southeast. Further in, they turned toward the east, the sun just beginning its descent, and the space between mountains narrowed again. Tightly surrounded on three sides, a large tee-pee stood proudly, and the elder Indian took his place at the entry. The younger Indian remained silent, bowing once to his Chief and then imitating a mountain beside Cat, her weapons held awkwardly in his arms, stretched out before him.

Two young women came out of the tent and bowed in deference to their Chief. He spoke few words to them, firmly but gently, and both girls left to carry out his commands, whatever they may have been. Within minutes, they returned with several men holding a snarling vampire by ropes tied round its neck.

What the hell?!” Cat took an involuntary step back, goosebumps raised along her flesh to be standing so close to another monster just like Malvado.

His leathery skin looked about ready to dry up into dust and flake right off his bones. His hide looked deceptively frail. His blood-red eyes gleamed and glistened like the venom that dripped from his razor teeth. Only the shadows of the rocks all around kept him relatively contained. The Indians in this hidden sanctuary were safe within the sunlight’s glare. When the sun went down, though, Cat imagined a blood bath similar to the one she’d left at Fort Apache.

She paced backward until her back was up against a rock and she could face the monster and the foolish Indians who thought to capture him. “Kill it.” She brought her finger across her throat, and pointed at the monster. “Cut off his head.” She pointed again in his direction, forcefully, but none of the Indians so much as flinched.

One of them spoke English well enough to translate the Chief’s words for her. “He is one of many, brought to us by his own people to deliver a message. To you.”

His words chilled her to the bone.

How could they know I would come here?

Before he could continue, gasps and horrified cries rose up from his people. The Chief and Cat both followed their gazes to the peak above his left shoulder. Vanilla and wood-smoke wafted down to her before she even saw Hastiin perched far above. He glared at the monster, then turned his furious gaze on her.

What now?

She turned to the translator, snapping her fingers to get his attention, then turned to address the Chief directly. “I know him. I will find out what he wants.” She gestured at their prisoner. “When I get back, I will have his message.”

The Chief spoke before Cat could turn to leave. “He is evil, here to try to destroy us again. You should not be fighting with him. Not if the monster speaks truth.”

Cat glanced at Hastiin, and decided he could wait. She would hear what the monster had to say and then destroy it. She gave her full attention to the monster, stepping closer to him but staying in the sun’s rays. “Speak.”

The monster spoke English, had likely been a Texan before they’d turned him if his accent was any indication.

One of them bitches must have a thing for cowboys.

You took Loretta’s mate, now she will have yours. Eye for an eye.”

Jesse. Catherine’s heart raced, her hands trembled. She’ll never find him.”

The wicked creature smiled, rows of teeth glistened below a pair of crimson eyes that mocked her. She never lost him.”

Oh God. We weren’t hunting them

The Chief’s words melted into the background as Catherine’s will failed her for the first time in her life and she fainted.

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The White Hand by J. Edward Paul

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Taleura of Decardin may no longer be considered a Cloudwalker, but her power isn’t diminished in the least by the removal of the appellation. Though she appears as a scantily-clad beauty, the White Hand is a bad-ass, make no mistake. The Council of Elders has forced a partnership between her and Mikel, her sworn enemy, but she remains suspicious of their true intentions. A tempest arises and with it an adversary that threatens to put an end to their tenuous alliance, one way or another. If they survive, Taleura might just get an answer to her question, and a revelation that blows her away.

As a writer, part of the reason I write is because the stories I want to read don’t exist. The White Hand goes a long way toward satisfying that need. Taleura is just enough antagonist mixed with protagonist to make her jump right off the page. I want her to win, but I don’t know what she’ll do if she does. Though Mikel is her enemy, he’s got enough good guy in him to give me pause. I’m torn between these two, but ultimately in her corner. To have caused such exquisite angst within a reader is a feat not easily accomplished, though J. Edward Paul seems to have done so effortlessly.

I’ve had the pleasure of reading the bonus story, The Trial of Tzithara. I would say it’s a classic coming of age tale, except there’s nothing typical about it. Tzithara must face an incredible adversary, the odds stacked high against her, if she hopes to join the ranks of Cloudwalkers. Her trial is real, her task nearly impossible, but if she survives she’ll gain much more than just a title. There’s a depth of character here that isn’t often found in a short story. Many writers use a lot of words to convey a little information, but Paul does the opposite. That is, in my opinion, what makes a writer great. With The Trial of Tzithara, he shows that he doesn’t need a novel’s worth of words to move you. Tzithara is a character that stays with you long after you’ve read her story.

These two Cloudwalker stories are only the beginning of something incredible.

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