Hey folks! Just wanted to put up a quick post about the annual “Preditors and Editors Readers’ Poll” for 2017. Several of our members have been nominated in various categories, as well as GLAHW itself for our 10th Erie Tales anthology! I’ll provide a link to the main poll below but feel free to check out all categories and vote for – OR NOMINATE – your favorites from 2017. Poll is open until January 14.
Essel Pratt (with a whopping 8 books!) for Best Horror Novel (Backwoods Bonfire, Lacrimation of the Leviathan: From the Case Files of Detective Mansfield, Orleans Occult: Bourbon Street Lucifer, Repercussions Run Rampant: Reports of Revenge, Regret, and Retribution, Ungodly Undoing: Tales of Ubiquitous Umbrage, Xperimental Genocide) , Best Young Adult Novel (Secession Part One: Voluntary Deportation), AND Best Erotica Novel (Yeti, Yearning)
The Scriptorium is a new bookstore in Clawson, MI. They’ve only been open a short while but they are promoting and supporting so many local authors with a ton of events, readings, signings, etc. And they invited me to read a little from my latest vampire novel, The Vessel, as well as have a little Q&A afterwards (possibly a bit before as well).
I always forget that I have the opportunity to pimp myself on this page! Aside from being able to add more content to the GLAHW website, I can talk about me. And don’t we all like to talk about ourselves?
Stop shaking your head.
Anyway, Daulton Dickey just interviewed me for his website to shed more light on women in the horror industry. So why not head over and check it out? Please and thank you.
If you know any women in horror that should be given some attention (or maybe it’s YOU), send a message Daulton’s way and get interviewing.
So often, we like to think we are rational, loving creatures when unknown even to ourselves, we are just the opposite: mad, cruel, selfish, and lustful. We pray to God and secretly worship the powers of darkness. In my story, “Wet Dreams,” a couple rents a mansion in the country for the summer to mend their troubled marriage. Will they succeed? It all depends what happens after they make love and close their eyes. Yes, in dreams lie salvation, but as Goya wrote, that “The sleep of reason produces monsters.”
An hour later, he lay back naked and basked in the afterglow. Karen herself turned off the lights and snuggled happily against him, both their bodies covered by a single sheet. Like him, she was exhausted and drenched with sweat. He listened to her breathing slow and descend toward sleep.
Mirrors. We’re surrounded by mirrors here.
Eyes closed, he thought of their coupling, entangled bodies, which they had seen reflected from many positions: he above her, then behind, Karen above, and then receiving him sideways. He started to smile but found himself imagining their own images watching them in the shadows like second selves. Who knows, perhaps their alter egos would wait till they slept and then creep into their bodies and possess their souls. And, in the morning, when they awoke…
Where had he gotten such a weird idea? He tried to puzzle it out, but sleep soon stole upon him.
Sometime later he awoke, smelling perfume. Something exotic—jasmine? Whatever it was, it must be his imagination because Karen wasn’t wearing any. But it was so sweet and fragrant, so…
(Story available at Amazon, MuseItUp, and elsewhere . . .)