I’m putting my eBooks on sale. Why now, you ask? Well, because that’s when BookBub said to, that’s why! Unwilling to brave the Black FridayThursday Thanksgiving Week horde? I have the perfect thing. Pay only 99 cents for either of my books, Little One and When the Watcher Shakes, and never leave your house. That’s right, it’s a #BuckSeason Sale — hunt ebooks for under a buck! This deal is limited, so act now. This will be good in the US and UK Amazon stores*, until November 26th. (Clicking on the images below will the US product display pages on Amazon.com).
*This deal is also good in Amazon AU and Amazon CA, but for Little One only!
I kind of already said this, but HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Here is the jack-o-lantern Emily and I carved this season:
October is the best month for a variety of reasons. You got beautiful fall colors, crisp, cool weather, and yeah, Halloween (see above). I got in some good mountain biking, had tons of fun at the annual West Virginia Book Festival, and got to meet up for coffee with an old friend at Taylor Books, which is a pretty great coffee shop/book store in downtown Charleston that I recommend.
Also, this month I released a new Kindle horror novelette, Antique Bed, which you can get on Amazon for only $0.99.
And just in time for Halloween, Horror Tales Podcast released their fourth episode, which is my story “The Unknown Thing”, previously published in Beneath the Waves: Tales from the Deep. Click below to listen (it’s free): ***EDIT: I was just notified that my story has been listened to over one thousand times already, in just a few days! Cool!
One experience I had that was not enjoyable this month was the Witch’s Brew drink at Starbucks. This purple monstrosity was so awful looking that I just had to try it. There is zero coffee in this drink (not that anyone expected it), and I could only take a few sips before tossing it in the trash.
As I don’t live in a town where there is trick-or-treating (or a town of any kind, for that matter), sadly, my house is not stocked full of candy (also, I guess they don’t always do trick-or-treating on actual Halloween anymore?). However, Emily and I have some pretty fun plans involving our traditional viewing of Halloween is Grinch Night and some caramel apples that are sure to ruin our teeth but be wildly tasty (ironically enough, last night I had a dream in which two of my teeth fell out for no reason).
So go enjoy the holiday, however you do that—consuming tons of sugar, watching movies, listening to Horror Tales Podcast, or reading one of my books (I guess somebody else’s book is fine, too). Remember that tomorrow candy will be dirt cheap.
Surprise! Today you can buy my new Kindle-only novelette, “Antique Bed” for only $0.99! Tell your friends, your enemies, your pets… As kids we always used to say that the old hardware building was haunted. I don’t believe it no more—at least I don’t think so.
In desperate need of housing after her boyfriend dumps her, Sandy finds an apartment in Augustus Valley for a price she can hardly believe. There are rumors that the place is haunted, but she knows that’s all nonsense. Sure, the building is old and has its quirks—but it’s a killer deal.
“Antique Bed: A Horror Novelette” is a shorter work that should take between thirty and forty minutes to read… But this disturbing tale will stick with you long after.
PS: If you were subscribed to my newsletter, you would have heard about this early! But hey, no worries, go ahead and buy the ebook anyway. Other PS: If you don’t have a Kindle, you can still read it. Amazon offers free Kindle reading apps for your computer/phone/tablet.
I would have been a beautiful woman by now. But when a body turns to dust before its time—when the mold is broken early—the spirit, like a casting, takes the mold’s last form. Though my awareness has grown—in ways it would not have, had it still been bound by mortal flesh—I retain the likeness by which I was last known: a girl of six years. Yes, though few who have seen me would know it, I have grown. I have learned. My soul has not passed over because I have not yet let it. I have learned to become patient. Patience is a virtue, and I know I will taste the reward of its fulfillment. I am patiently awaiting my passing over, but I must have one thing before I am swept away by Elijah’s fiery chariots. I must have vengeance. I feel that the time for vengeance is soon—though time is different for me now, as I am a soul unclothed, and not bound by time in the way that I once was. The house I roam can feel vengeance’s nearness, too. These dark rooms grow colder—colder even than winter’s breath that frosts the windows. I walk to one of these and look out at the white hills. I love these hills, especially in winter. The wind outside moans through the trees, telling me that my time is coming. It warns me to be careful, that vengeance is cold, too, and empty. But how can anyone trust the wind? Nobody knows where it comes from, or where it goes. Vengeance will be mine.