Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Reading 'Guilty Minds' by Joseph Finder

I'm presently reading Joseph Finder's Washington D.C. intrigue novel, Guilty Minds. This is the story of a chief justice who is the target of a smear campaign: A gossip website claims that the justice has engaged in a sordid affair with a...ahem...lady of the evening. A call girl, in other words.

This is one of Finder's Nick Heller private eye novels. 

I first became acquainted with Joseph Finder about ten years ago, when I read his corporate conspiracy novels: Paranoia, Company Man, Power Play, and Killer Instinct.

Finder's early work definitely influenced my corporate thriller novel, Termination Man. 

No--I did not steal any of Finder's plots, characters, or setups. Termination Man is one hundred percent my book. (Termination Man is the story of an undercover corporate consultant who specializes in "managing out" problem employees.) 


But I will admit that Finder proved to me that the corporate world really can be a great setting for a thriller. (This is where I'll suggest that if you like Finder's corporate thrillers, you should really download a free sample of Termination Man from Amazon.)

No matter what the HR manual says, there is likely lots of intrigue, greed, and sexual misconduct going on behind the scenes at the big company where you work. 

Watching film noire: Key Largo

Last night I finally got around to watching Key Largo (1948), starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall.

Overall, not bad. If a movie continues to capture attention for 70 years, it probably has something to offer. 

This is the story of a group of hotel guests held at gunpoint by a band of mafiosos during a hurricane. The plot is fast-moving. (The entire movie is only 101 minutes.) 

That said, modern audiences will have difficulty suspending disbelief, say--when Humphrey Bogart shoots four of the mafia men in succession while aboard a boat. Each man, when shot, grabs his stomach (no blood in the special effects toolkit in those days), makes a face that says, "You got me!" and keels over. 

That was the way we used to do it when I was a kid in the 1970s, and we'd play cowboys and Indians, or (more commonly) fearless GIs in battle in World War II. 

The storyline of Key Largo has a lot of tension built into it. This is one that is practically screaming for a remake with 21st-century cinematic techniques. They could never replace Bogart, of course--let alone Bacall; but I'd like to see what a James Wan (for example) could do with this story today.

Monday, February 27, 2017

ELEVEN MILES OF NIGHT: The ultimate haunted road tale

I live in southern Ohio, where there is no shortage of reputedly haunted roads, and roads that are the sources of various urban legends.

ELEVEN MILES OF NIGHT is the ultimate haunted road tale: Herein you’ll find demons that disguise themselves as little girls, hellhounds, and an undead witch that haunts a covered bridge.

You’ll also encounter trees and scarecrows that come to life, and a red-eyed creature that hovers near the edge of the woods.

I’ll admit it: I had fun packing the monsters and urban legends into this novel.

I also enjoyed the characters: Jason Kelley is a young man who wants to achieve his dream of becoming a documentary filmmaker. But to claim his next big break, he has to walk down eleven miles of the most terrifying two-lane highway in Ohio, the so-called Shaman’s Highway.

Even before the horror begins, Jason already has a lot on his mind: He has to sort out what he will do about his dysfunctional but clingy parents, and the young woman who has captured his heart but demands more than he is (perhaps) capable of giving.

Oh, and during his walk down the Shaman’s Highway, he has an unexpected encounter with another young man who may turn out to be just as dangerous as the supernatural threats.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

YouTube update: new video welcome

The new video introduction for my YouTube channel. New story updates everyday!

Lopsided romantic relationships and “One-Room Schoolhouse”

You’ve no doubt seen romantic relationships in which one side of the couple equation was really feeling warm and fuzzy, and the other side…well, just wasn't that into it.

This is the setup for my short story, “One-Room Schoolhouse: a quiet tale of terror”, which is excerpted below:

Samantha rolled down the passenger window of Dan's black Audi coupe, and laughed into the inrushing flood of warm, Indian summer air.  
"I don't see why you always insist on air conditioning when we're driving," Samantha chided him. "The fresh air is so much more invigorating.” 
Dan was about to tell Samantha, as he had told her many times before, that he preferred air-conditioning because this was the season in which his hay fever and allergies went crazy. Samantha, he knew, would not listen. She had not listened all those times before. 
But that didn't bother him, not really. Nor did he overly mind that he couldn't really afford the Audi, even with his substantial income as an agent at the brokerage. He stole a glance at Samantha, as he so often did when they were together: She had long legs, and long chestnut hair, and her deep tan was beautifully accentuated by the white tank top and khaki shorts she was wearing. During his youth as the diffident son of a factory worker, Dan would never have dreamed that he might someday have a car like this, let alone a live-in girlfriend like Samantha.

As you can see, Samantha represents the fulfillment of a dream for Dan—or maybe multiple dreams. (As the story unfolds, we see that she doesn't necessarily feel the same way about him.)

The couple passes by a reputedly haunted location in the Ohio countryside, the old Lincoln Schoolhouse. Samantha wants to stop by and see it. 

The school had reportedly been abandoned sometime during the 1920s, after something unspeakable had happened there. 
The accounts varied, but the most common story held that a male teacher had killed two of his young female charges there, shortly before killing himself. After that, the Lincoln Schoolhouse was deemed unhallowed ground, and no longer appropriate as a place for educating the young. 

Dan doesn't think stopping would be a good idea. He isn't quite sure what he believes about supernatural forces. He does believe that it wouldn't be wise to tempt such forces—just in case they actually exist.

But, of course, he doesn't want to disappoint Samantha. So they stop at the Lincoln Schoolhouse.

While they are inside the schoolhouse, his resentment mounts, and he has some not very kind feelings about Samantha:

At the front of the room was an elevated platform where the teacher would have stood. Dan supposed that there would have been a blackboard over the front wall behind the platform. But there was only a blank space there now, an irregular, excessively faded patch in the old wood. The furniture that the long-ago children had once used was also long gone. 
Underneath the hole in the roof at one side of the room, Dan noticed the head of a pine tree, and some poison ivy poking up from a gap in the floorboards. He had not been wrong to warn Samantha about the reliability of the floor. 
When she took a step toward the platform, he said, “Don’t. It might be rotted. And then you’ll fall through and we’ll be in a hell of a fix.” 
She rolled her eyes at him and stepped up onto the platform, a deliberate act of defiance. She turned around and looked at him. “See, worrywart: No problem.” She added emphasis by pounding each foot on the boards.  
For a brief moment he wished that the floorboards would crack and splinter, maybe not dropping her through (he couldn't go quite that far, even in his mind) but scaring her a bit. Samantha had never been afraid of anything, so far as Dan could tell. 

There is a lot more to the story: What does Dan see inside the Lincoln Schoolhouse? Why has Samantha been sending secretive text messages on her phone?

This is a tale of “quiet terror”. There is no horde of rampaging zombies. I like to think of it as a spooky atmospheric piece. 

But beyond that, it’s a story of what happens when one half of a couple cares more than the other half.

The short story “One-Room Schoolhouse: a quiet tale of terror” is available on Amazon Kindle for $0.99. (If you are enrolled in Kindle Unlimited, you can read it for free.)

Thursday, February 23, 2017

The First Story that Really Scared Me

A reader recently asked me, "Dear Ed, do you remember the first story that ever really scared you?”

That was an easy one to answer.

In the summer of 1977, when your friendly and humble correspondent was only nine years old, I happened to come across a book full of "scary stories" written for young people.

The book (pictured below), was published by Scholastic and was edited by a woman name Freya Littledale.

I have long since forgotten the stories included in this book. I was nine then, after all, and I’m now 48.

Except for one story. One story I still remember.

The short story, "The Demon of Detroit" scared the bejesus out of me.

I talk a little bit about this short story in the video that follows. 

The collection in which I originally read the story in 1977 is long out-of-print. (The book was published in 1971, when Richard Nixon was president.) But the short story itself is still out there, and is still scaring the heck out of readers, and even listeners on YouTube.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

"Thanatos Postponed: a short tale of terror" Chapter 7 video reading

Then Marisol pulled a small, shiny object from the pocket of her jeans.

A key. She didn't have to tell me that this was a key to the other guesthouse. Later Marisol would tell me that in a cabinet inside the main house, there were duplicate, and even triplicate keys to most of the outbuildings and storage closets of the estate. Members of the staff were always losing them, so long ago the family had learned to keep spares. But Raul Garcia would have removed the key currently in Marisol’s possession had he remembered it. That much, no doubt, was an oversight on his part.

We left my guesthouse together. I hoped that Raul Garcia had returned to the main house after his own bout of insomnia. Then it struck me: Even if Marisol was mistaken or exaggerating in her account, the act of trespass that I was about to commit was vast, and from the perspective of a man like Raul Garcia, it would be unforgivable. 

As we approached the front door of the other guesthouse, as I looked into its darkened windows, I wondered if I ought to renege. I couldn’t: I had committed myself now. And I couldn't disappoint Marisol. I had made a commitment to her, as well.

She turned the key in the keyhole and pushed the door open. We stepped inside. I heard something acknowledge our presence with a low sigh, or perhaps a hiss. I was immediately aware of an overpowering smell, a miasma that surrounded me and permeated all my defenses. 

“No lights,” Marisol said, gesturing toward the skylight. 

This guesthouse had a skylight in its ceiling, which gave enough illumination for us to see. The moon, as I have said, was in its crescent phase that night; but the other guesthouse was near one of the estate’s big security lights. 

I could clearly see the outline of the figure in the chair. Female, diminutive. And I thought: Is that really Ana Garcia, the same girl in the photograph with Marisol? She couldn't be. It didn't seem possible. Her eyes were closed, and her skin was ashen—rather than the vibrant light brown it should have been....

More content coming for YouTube

One of my big goals for the first half of this year is to get a lot more story and bonus content posted to my YouTube channel.

I will freely admit that I am still ascending the learning curve of YouTube. I'm a writer, not a filmmaker, and that doubtless shows in my videos.

That said, I've made some investments (in both time and money) of late that should improve the production quality of of upcoming videos.

My goal is not to become the next PewDiePie or Jenna Marbles (two top YouTube stars, for those of you who aren't familiar with the site). My goal is to establish another outpost for getting my stories out into the world. 

That said, I want to make my YouTube videos as fun and engaging as possible. I'm excited about some of the video projects that I'm currently working on.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

On sharks, and my short story, "By the River"

From my YouTube channel, a video I made today. It contains some interesting tidbits on sharks, and a brief introduction to my short story, "By the River".

Monday, February 20, 2017

Thoughts on Depression

From my YouTube channel: Some thoughts on keeping depression at bay. 

There is nothing in this video that is ground-breaking, or that is going to win any awards. This is merely some advice that has helped me over the years.

I also go out of my way (sufficiently, I hope) to note that none of this consists of medical advice for clinical depression. This is for garden-variety, slings-and-arrows-of-normal-life depression. (If you suspect that you have clinical depression, go see a health care professional, forthwith!)

Sunday, February 19, 2017

What's happening on YouTube?

On my YouTube channel, I am currently reading from my novella Luk Thep, my novel 12 Hours of Halloween, and my long short story, Thanatos Postponed.

I've also started a "Daily Journal" playlist, in which I'll be answering questions that you folks send me about my stories and writing process. 

The YouTube comment threads have long been broken (another lengthy topic for another day) but you can reach me via Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, or email if you have any requests/suggestions for "Daily Journal" topics.

At 5:30 am on Sunday morning...

I am usually up, and thinking about the next short story or novel. (I'm usually up by 4:00 a.m., in fact, with rare exceptions.)

I have always been a morning person. It is during the a.m. hours that I typically get my bursts of creativity and my extended periods of high productivity.

On the other hand, I am seldom any good to anyone, for anything, after about 9:00 p.m. So there is definitely a price to be paid for being a morning person.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

New covers for ‘Blood Flats’ and ‘Termination Man’

These are my first two novels. Blood Flats is the story of a young ex-marine in rural Kentucky who is framed for a narcotics-related homicide that he didn't commit. Termination Man is a corporate thriller. 

I decided that it was time to reboot the covers. You can read samples of both books on Amazon Kindle. 

The Decline of Poetry

I haven't read much poetry since my university English literature classes. (And I haven't written any since I was a lovesick adolescent.) It is generally regarded as axiomatic that to write poetry is to write something that will never make you anything but beer money (if you’re lucky); and this is probably correct. Poetry is something that almost no one reads anymore outside of academia—and this has been the case for decades.

And yet, it wasn't alway so. Prior to the mid-20th century, poets used to enjoy wide followings. Tennyson, Poe, Byron, Shelley, and Coleridge were all read by large numbers of readers during their lifetimes—and this was before they were required subjects in school. 

What happened? Sometime during the mid-twentieth century, it was decided that poetry wasn't any good if it was comprehensible and appealing to ordinary people. And especially if it rhymed. Oh no, the poetry of the post-modern age mustn't rhyme, above all things. 

The result was that poets started writing for English professors and literary critics rather than for ordinary people. Incomprehensible nonsense like Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl” (1955) became the new standard, and the general reader tuned out. 

It’s worth noting that the few modern poets who are still widely read for pleasure adhere to old forms. Robert Frost (1874-1963) wrote accessible verse that almost anyone can relate to, like those familiar lines from “The Road Not Taken”.

I shall be telling this with a sigh 
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I 
I took the one less traveled by, 
And that has made all the difference.

Compare this to an excerpt from the aforementioned “Howl”:

"Who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake—light tragedies among the scholars of war" and "who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy”

Ginsberg, a beatnik of the early counterculture movement, admitted to heavy narcotics use; and the above lines were supposedly inspired by one of his psychedelic trips. Not all post-modern poets use drugs, of course; but most poetry published since the 1960s is similarly abstruse—a polite word for unstructured and incoherent.

There is still an appetite for verse, to be sure. But now the most popular verse comes from pop music lyrics. 

The lyrics in a popular Bruce Springsteen song, like “Glory Days” (1984) aren't terribly brilliant, but they are accessible. “Glory Days” is a song about a blue-collar man, now trapped in a mundane existence, looking back on the glory days of his high school years. 

That may not be profound, but it is something that many people can relate to—a lot more than Allen Ginsberg’s addled ravings. 

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Idealized TV families of yore

The death of Florence Henderson (1934 - 2016) late last year prompted me to think about a topic that has not crossed my mind in any serious way for at least 35 years: that fictional family, The Brady Bunch. As most readers will know, Henderson was best known for her role as Carol Brady, the mother on the Nixon-era sitcom. 

I was of that generation for whom The Brady Bunch was a constant companion during the years between roughly eight and the onset of puberty. I was barely too young to have seriously watched the show in primetime. (The Brady Bunch ran from 1969 to 1974.) But I am quite sure that I saw every single episode in rerun, some of them multiple times.

A few years ago I heard a stand-up comic who was roughly my age confess that during his childhood years, he had secretly wanted to be the seventh Brady kid. Although well into middle age by this point, I found myself blushing. The comedian had somehow read my thoughts, after all these years.

Not that I’d admit that to you, by the way, if you ever questioned me about the matter in real life, in a room full of people. Although I haven't watched a full episode of The Brady Bunch since before Ronald Reagan was president, I am somewhat embarrassed at my devotion to the show at the age of about ten.

But at least I’m not alone. The generation that came of age during the 1980s was the first generation to endure, en masse, what used to be quaintly called the “broken home”. Divorce rates in the U.S. reached all-time highs in 1980. The Brady Bunch, by contrast, was a sitcom in which the parents never yelled or fought, everyone was always cheerful, and there was no problem that couldn't be solved within the show’s 26-minute running time.

In real life, I was one of the lucky ones of my generation. My parents didn't get divorced, and my childhood was basically a happy one. But from the perspective of a ten-year-old, the idyllic family life depicted on The Brady Bunch was a tough act for any real family to follow. 

The show also had a certain proto-erotic appeal for the pre-adolescent boy that I was in the late 1970s. The premise of the show is that you get to live with three sisters who are not really your sisters, and two of them are very hot. Yes, I had a crush on Eve Plumb when I was ten. What ten-year-old boy of that era didn’t? 

While life onThe Brady Bunch looked perfect, there were all sorts of real-life problems going on in the background. Maureen McCormick had become addicted to cocaine and quaaludes; and years later she would admit that she sometimes traded sex for drugs. Robert Reed, the sitcom's ever-patient, all-wise father figure, was a closeted gay man who would die from AIDS in 1992. 

No matter. The show was supposed to be an illusion, and for those of us who were of a certain age at a certain time, the illusion worked. 

The Brady Bunch would never past muster today. Our culture is too cynical, and too obsessed with controversy for controversy’s sake. The show would also be lambasted today for its lack of diversity. Almost every character to ever appear on the show was white—an unlikely situation even in the California of that era. And as for gay or transgendered characters? Don't even go there.

The Brady Bunch was originally filmed in the immediate aftermath of the 1960s; but the show’s writers and producers ignored the Vietnam War, the counterculture, rising crime rates, drug abuse, and the sexual revolution. 

The show was a last glimpse of the American family as it probably never was—completely, at least. But there was a time, a tad more than forty years ago, in which millions of Americans could still tune into such an illusion for half an hour, and sort of believe in it. 

Especially if you were ten.

I do remember the show fondly for that, if for no other reason. But like I said, don’t ask me to admit any of this to you in person. I’ll steadfastly insist that I never liked The Brady Bunch, and perhaps feign ignorance that such a sitcom even existed. Like the rest of America, the years have made me more cynical and disbelieving, too. 

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

"Gate Time: a short story": FREE on Amazon Kindle February 15th, 16th

A young software salesman discovers that ghosts make frequent appearances in American airports. 

Get "Gate Time" for FREE February 15th, 16th on Amazon Kindle:

Sunday, February 12, 2017

'Blood Flats' FREE on Amazon Kindle, February 13th, 14th only

Selected reader reviews:

“This is one of those stories that really rewards the reader for making it to the very end. Overall, it's an action packed, thrill ride that takes you from the hills and hollers of the backwoods into the sprawling cities and back.”

“A combination of Stephen Hunter, Lee Child, and No Country for Old Men!

“Action-packed thrill ride!”

Amazon.com description:

“Meth, murder, and the mafia---a vast tapestry of a southern gothic crime novel with a Dickensian cast of characters.” 

***Lee McCabe is home from Iraq, but home has changed.*** 

Operation Iraqi Freedom veteran and recently discharged U.S. marine Lee McCabe never imagined the dangers awaiting him in Hawkins County, Kentucky. While Lee has been in the Middle East, a network of violent methamphetamine traffickers have established a foothold in the county, corrupting, intimidating, or murdering anyone who stands in their way. 

***Charged with murder and marked for death*** 

Lee quickly discovers that his neighbor, Tim Fitzsimmons is a meth dealer. When Fitzsimmons and his girlfriend are killed in a drug-related hit, Lee attempts to intervene. The law and the community blame Lee for the murder. The meth traffickers target Lee for death, knowing him to be a witness to the crime. 

***Enemies motivated by passion, greed, and desperation *** 

Sheriff Steven Phelps has his own personal reasons for hating Lee: Twenty-five years ago, Lee’s now deceased mother had a youthful affair with the sheriff. The sheriff planned to marry her--until she jilted him to be with the man who became Lee’s father. Phelps is torn by his duty to justice, and his obsession with the doomed love of his adolescence. 

Lester Finn is a classics-quoting, self-aggrandizing local hoodlum and meth dealer. He is caught between the law and the Chicago-based mafia, which wants a greater share of the southern methamphetamine trade. From his bar, the Boar’s Head, Lester controls a sordid regional enterprise that consists of gambling, drug trafficking, and prostitution. Lester is torn by his grudging respect for Lee---and his need to see the ex-marine dead. 

Paulie Sarzo is a Chicago mobster, a rising star in the Coscollino crime family. He despises Kentucky, Lee McCabe, and most of all, Lester Finn. But Paulie has an important mission to accomplish in Hawkins County: If he fails to eliminate Lee, he risks the ultimate punishment for failure in la cosa nostra. 

***A journey toward death or redemption*** 

Dawn Hardin is a former golden girl, honor student, and premed whose life has fallen into a downward spiral of meth addiction and prostitution. Dawn had a tumultuous relationship with Lee before he went to Iraq. Now she tries to help him wage war against the mafia, even as she struggles with her own inner demons, and a family that wants to deny her existence. 

The Hunter is a mysterious figure who compels Lee to go on the offensive against the forces pursuing him. But will the Hunter offer any concrete assistance, or only advice? 

Brett St. Croix is a journalist who offers to tell Lee’s version of events. But Lee suspects that St. Croix has a contrary, private agenda of his own. 

Ben Chamberlain lost his wife to a meth-related murder. Will he assist Lee; or will Ben’s desire for revenge destroy them both? 

***A battle in Blood Flats*** 

Pursued from all directions, Lee embarks on a cross-country journey toward the town of Blood Flats. There he faces a showdown---in which he must pit his wits and determination against the ruthlessness and superior resources of his enemies on both sides of the law.

Saturday, February 11, 2017

FREE on Amazon Kindle, Feb. 12th: "Thanatos Postponed: a short tale of terror"

Amazon description:

Mark Bonner is a young college graduate from Ohio with an exciting new job. He has been hired as a private English tutor at the estate of Raul Garcia, a wealthy businessman of Zacatecas, Mexico. 

But there is more to the Garcia family than meets the eye. The Garcias' oldest daughter, Ana, is inexplicably missing. And there is something about one of the guesthouses, which the rest of the family avoids. The maid, Marisol, crosses herself when she passes near the guesthouse, and whispers, "¡Brujas!"--the Spanish word for "witches".

Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher", "Thanatos Postponed" is a tale of a family with more than one secret, and a story of death "postponed".

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

"The Robots of Jericho" short story: FREE on Kindle Wednesday, February 8th!

A tale of terror for the industrial workplace!

Amazon.com description:

Pete Greer suspected that the industrial robots purchased by his company were more than mere machines. Alone in a West Virginia factory with them over an extended summer weekend, the robots threaten his sanity---and then his life.

New short story available on Amazon: "One-Room Schoolhouse"

"One-Room Schoolhouse: a quiet tale of terror"

Amazon description:

It was supposed to be a carefree drive through rural Ohio. But Dan’s willful, beautiful girlfriend is inexplicably drawn to the Lincoln Schoolhouse, an abandoned structure where unspeakable events took place nearly 100 years ago.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Get "The Maze" FREE on Amazon Kindle, Monday, February 6th

Book description:


Amanda Kearns is a hard-driving executive with a broken heart. Her male subordinates think she is a “machine”; they have no idea of the real, hidden Amanda. 

Hugh Jackson is a software salesman with a defective heart—a condition that will kill him in a matter of months or years. 

Evan Daley is a young college graduate adrift in a career for which he is ill-suited; he struggles with the scars of a barren, loveless childhood. 

Amanda, Hugh, and Evan were expecting another routine day on the job at the Lakeview Towers office complex just outside Columbus, Ohio. But this massive structure hides a secret—a hidden passageway that plunges the unwary into a labyrinthine network of endless, twisting hallways: the Maze. 

Trapped inside the Maze, Amanda, Hugh, and Evan must battle their way through perilous corridors filled with half-man, half-wolf beasts called “manwolves”, killer robots, and demonic wraiths known as “watchers”. 

But they face their greatest challenge in the snowy, earth-like wilderness on the other side of the Maze. Here a group of ragtag rebels and settlers struggle against a tyrannical demigod known as the Director. The Director is determined to enslave or annihilate everyone within his reach, using a combination of worldly and unworldly weapons. 

Amanda, Hugh, and Evan each find love and momentary comfort on the other side of the Maze. But they cannot escape the ultimate battle with the Director. The three Ohioans find themselves forced to choose—between the draw of love and loyalty, and the instinct for self-preservation. 

A riveting emotional tale wrapped within a fantasy adventure, THE MAZE is sure to appeal to adult readers who fondly recall childhood “parallel universe” stories like “Through the Looking Glass” and “The Chronicles of Narnia”.

Friday, February 3, 2017

"Hay Moon: a horror novelette" FREE on Amazon Kindle, February 4th & 5th

Hay Moon is a long short story (technically a novelette) set in the 1930s. 

I wrote it a number of years before AMC launched The Walking Dead. Hay Moon offers a somewhat different angle on the zombie tale. (In other words, this isn't another post-apocalyptic story about a zombocalypse caused by a U.S. government virus.)

Give it a try. If you like the story, you might consider the eponymous horror story collection of which this is the lead story.


Paul Hammers was eleven years old in the summer of 1932, when the Hay Moon turned bad and for a brief while, the dead walked the earth in an isolated corner of rural Ohio.

Decades later, Paul Hammers, now a great-grandfather, looks back on that summer of fear. But is the nightmare truly over?

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

'Luk Thep': a horror novella: FREE on Amazon Kindle, February 2nd!

Amazon description:

The ‘luk thep’ are the ‘angel dolls’ or ‘spirit dolls’ of Thailand. Ultra-realistic in appearance, some Thais believe that each doll is infused with the spirit of a prematurely departed child. But are all child spirits benevolent?

Jane Hughes is an American executive who is visiting Thailand for a routine business trip. When she sees her Thai colleague’s ‘luk thep' doll, she has dark premonitions about what is actually inside it. When Jane later receives the same doll as a gift, she begins a ghostly nightmare that will lead to terrifying supernatural encounters on two continents. 

FREE on Amazon Kindle February 2nd