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Lizzie Borden, #Zombie Hunter Release Blog Tour!

Wow-Wow-Wow!!!!  I can't believe this is it!!! 







This is the release blog tour for Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter .  YAY!  Don't forget to get your copy!!! 
 *** Please order on Sept. 13 - release day - to give the book a boost!!!! ***

About the Book:
Every family has its secrets…  
   One hot August morning in 1892, Lizzie Borden picked up an axe and murdered her father and stepmother. Newspapers claim she did it for the oldest of reasons: family conflicts, jealousy and greed. But what if her parents were already dead? What if Lizzie slaughtered them because they’d become zombies? 
   Thrust into a horrific world where the walking dead are part of a shocking conspiracy to infect not only Fall River, Massachusetts, but also the world beyond, Lizzie battles to protect her sister, Emma, and her hometown from nightmarish ghouls and the evil forces controlling them. 

Meet Lizzie:Fair warning: Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter features a Lizzie you only think you know.   Most of what’s been passed down to us today shows an average, chubby-cheeked woman, whom some called a “plain old maid.”    Even if she didn’t show her emotions publicly, I’d say you’d have to be a strong woman to stand on trial and face the gallows—for a crime you did or didn’t commit. No one really knows if she did it. If she did, then she’s even more hard-hearted and callous than we know, especially since she chose to stay in her hometown after her acquittal.   But… if she’s innocent, what if she had no choice? The Lizzie I portray is a woman who’s stunned at facing the unbelievable, but who’s still determined to get answers, protect her sister and see the whole sordid mess through to the end until she finds answers—even if they’re not the answers she wants.    She learns to fight, to stand on her own two feet, and even push back against society a little. But after all, once you’ve faced death yourself—and faced your undead family members—what else is there really to fear? 

*** Yes, there is a contest to win 1 of 10 Kindle copies (ends 9/14.). Entrants MUST enter an email as a blog comment or on the rafflecopter to be sent a gift copy if they win. Sorry, no time to hunt you down. No email, no chance to win.  ** And please, review it on Goodreads and Amazon. **

Think you know Lizzie Borden? Read on! Come back here and stop at the daily blog stops. The blog tour schedule is:


Mon. Sept 5 - GirlZombieAuthors – Introduction – A Little About Lizzie
Tues. Sept. 6 - Jaime Johnesee blog – 12 Questions for Lizzie Borden
Weds. Sept. 7 - Jean Rabe’s blog – Lizzie Borden… Dog Lover?Thurs. Sept. 8 - AF Stewart blog interviewFri. Sept.  9 - Haunt Jaunts blog – More LizzieSat. Sept. 10 – Stephen D. Sullivan blog - Lizzie FilmsSun. Sept. 11 - GirlZombieAuthors recapCamille Minichino blog - Why oh why zombies?Mon. Sept. 12 - Horror Maiden's Book ReviewsTues. Sept. 13 - RELEASE DAY!!!Zombies and Toys Review! Join the FB Release Party - prizes, guest authors, zombie fun!! (See info posted on my Facebook page and website.)
Weds. Sept. 14 - Lizzie as a Zombie Hunter - Chapter Break Book Blog
 This isn't the end! Get your copy. Share a review. And come back to the GirlZombieAuthors blog or the author website for info on another blog tour starting Sept. 26 with Bewitching Book Tours.

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Lizzie Borden, #Zombie Hunter - 10 Days!

* The Release Blog Tour Begins Monday!!! Come back for the schedule. Prizes and more! 10-10-10 Days and counting!!Every family has its secrets…
   One hot August morning in 1892, Lizzie Borden picked up an axe and murdered her father and stepmother. Newspapers claim she did it for the oldest of reasons: family conflicts, jealousy and greed. But what if her parents were already dead? What if Lizzie slaughtered them because they’d become zombies?Pre-order! 99 cents - Limited Time Sale!  http://getBook.at/LizzieBordenZombieHunter

Zombie Book Featured in Lizzie Borden's Hometown News

Yeah! A story on Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter is in the Fall River, Mass. Herald News - Lizzie's hometown. 

Lizzie Borden whacks the walking dead in new zombie horror novel
by Deb Allard

A great quote - 


"When you add the current zombie apocalypse craze to the ever-enduring interest in the Borden cold case murder mystery, you have something as fresh as a brand new laceration for horror devotees."
Yeah!
Pretty cool! She used the book photo and my book quote pic- 

New #Horror Flash #fiction free Siren's Call Mag

The #28 Aug. '16 issue of Siren's Call is out. 160 pages of free flash and  short horror fiction, plus original artwork. Includes my story, "Jars,". (pg. 41). Download the PDF issue here free.

Author Solves Lizzie Borden Murder

Featured in PromoteHorror.com: 





Author Solves 100-Plus-Year-Old Lizzie Borden Murder
Wisconsin author C.A. (Christine) Verstraete claims to have solved the 1892 mystery of who killed Fall River, Mass. businessman Andrew Borden and his wife Abby Durfee Borden, saying the clues are in the photos.“After looking at the autopsy photos online from the Lizzie Borden murder trial, I realized there’s one solution that has not been offered up until now, especially given the gruesome nature of the crimes,” says Verstraete, author of the book, Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter. “It’s clear from the photos and the murder method that the Bordens had turned into zombies.”Read the rest at above link.
About the Book:Every family has its secrets…One hot August morning in 1892, Lizzie Borden picked up an axe and murdered her father and stepmother. Newspapers claim she did it for the oldest of reasons: family conflicts, jealousy and greed. But what if her parents were already dead? What if Lizzie slaughtered them because they’d become zombies?Pre-order! 99 cents - Limited Time Sale!
http://getBook.at/LizzieBordenZombieHunter

Excerpt: Skeletons in the Attic Mystery!

Welcome today's special guest, Judy Penz Sheluk.


You know me, I couldn't resist a book with the word skeletons in it. Add in a murder, mystery and psychics, and it sounds like a winner! So enjoy a preview from today's guest and her brand new work!


About the Book:
What goes on behind closed doors doesn’t always stay there…
Calamity (Callie) Barnstable isn’t surprised to learn she’s the sole beneficiary of her late father’s estate, though she is shocked to discover she has inherited a house in the town of Marketville—a house she didn’t know existed. However, there are conditions attached to Callie’s inheritance: she must move to Marketville, live in the house, and solve her mother’s murder.

Callie’s not keen on dredging up a thirty-year-old mystery, but if she doesn’t do it, there’s a scheming psychic named Misty Rivers who is more than happy to expose the Barnstable family secrets. Determined to thwart Misty and fulfill her father’s wishes, Callie accepts the challenge. But is she ready to face the skeletons hidden in the attic?
* Just released!! Get it at Imajin Books - Amazon.com

Excerpt from Skeletons in the Attic:By Judy Penz Sheluk
I stared at Leith Hampton open-mouthed. “What the hell are you talking about? My mother wasn’t murdered. She left us when I was about six.” I may not have had a clear recollection of my mother, but I still remembered the way kids talked about it at school, their parents the obvious source of information. Small town floozy finds a new man and makes tracks for a better life. Until now I had no idea the gossip had surfaced anywhere other than Toronto. “Apparently your father came to believe otherwise,” Leith said, folding his arms in front of his chest. This surprised me. Growing up, my mother’s name was seldom mentioned. Most of the time it felt as if she’d never existed. My natural curiosity about who she was and where she went had been far from sated. The few things my father told me about her, usually after a couple of beers, hardly counted. That her name was Abigail; that she liked to bake; that she loved old movies, especially musicals from the 1950s.“So you’re saying the Marketville house never used to be part of his will?”“The house was always part of the will, and you were always the beneficiary. The codicil is the part where you have to go live in the house for a year and try to solve your mother’s alleged murder, or failing that, discover the real reason behind her disappearance.” Leith shook his head. “I’ll admit I didn’t support the idea, but he insisted. I did my best to talk him out of it, but you know how obstinate your father could be.”I did. Look up stubborn in the dictionary and you might just find a picture of James David Barnstable. It was a trait I had inherited, right along with his unruly mop of chestnut brown hair and black-rimmed hazel eyes. The hair I could straighten into submission, given enough product and enough patience with a blow dryer and flat iron, and the eyes were probably my best feature. But the stubborn streak had almost proved my undoing on more than one occasion. My father’s, too.  “Do you know what led to his fixation?”“I know he hired a private investigator when your mother first left, but nothing came of it. It was as if she’d vanished into thin air. There may have been some other attempts that I’m not aware of. But it was his last tenant in the Marketville house that reignited the fire.”“How so?”Leith gave a dry chuckle, but there was no humor in the sound. “Apparently the tenant was a psychic, or at least she claimed to be. A woman by the name of Misty Rivers.”As someone named after Calamity Jane, a Wild West frontierswoman of questionable repute, I wasn’t about to criticize anyone else’s moniker. I was just grateful my parents had the good sense to give me a different middle name. “What did this Misty Rivers do or say to get my father’s attention?”“She told him the house was haunted by someone who once lived there, someone who loved lilacs.”“And from that he reached the conclusion my mother had been murdered?”“It’s a reach, I know. But in the past another tenant had complained of weird noises. Creaking in the basement, footsteps in the attic, that sort of thing. We both dismissed the complaint as the tenant’s attempt to get out of her lease. If that was the objective, it worked. She moved out early without paying a penalty.” “But then after the psychic—”“Exactly. After Misty Rivers, your father wasn’t so sure. When you moved out of the Marketville house, he’d locked up all of your mother’s things in the attic. He said he couldn’t bear to go through them after she left, then the years just ticked on by. Misty made him believe there might be clues hidden amongst your mother’s belongings.”It was as if Leith was talking about a stranger. “He never told me about any of this.” “He wanted to be sure, to protect you from getting hurt. He didn’t want you believing in what might only have been a fairy tale.”A fairy tale. Except this one didn’t seem to have a happy ending.

Killer Nashville Award Winners #mystery #paranormal

Congrats to writers Don Bingle and Jean Rabe, who won not one, but.... get this --- 3!!!! --- awards in the Killer Nashville 2016  Silver Falchion Award contest!

Best Fantasy (peer voted)  - Best Urban Fantasy and Best Multi-Genre Work (judges' awards)
Donald J. Bingle and Jean Rabe -  The Love-Haight Case Files  About the Book:
San Francisco. Haight-Ashbury. It is midnight in the Summer of Love. 
    Thomas Brock and Evelyn Love are attorneys who crusade for the rights of OTs—Other-Than-Humans. Their clients include ghosts, gargoyles, vampires, and things that have not yet been given names. The city’s OT element is sometimes malevolent, sometimes misunderstood, and often discriminated against. Brock and Love represent them, whatever the case, whatever the species. 

I'm still trying to find the other winners (they sure don't update the website quick). 



Congrats also to Kaye George for 
Best Fiction Short Story Anthology    Kaye George -  Murder on Wheels About the Book:Eight authors from the Austin Mystery Writers “put the pedal to the floor” in 11 stories set on an 18th century sailing ship to the roads of modern Texas.
Includes:
INTRODUCTION, by Kaye George

A NICE SET OF WHEELS, by Kathy Waller

FAMILY BUSINESS, by Reavis Z. Wortham

ROTA FORTUNAE, by V. P. Chandler

MOME RATH, MY SWEET, by Gale Albright

THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND, by Kaye George

BUON VIAGGIO, by Laura Oles

APORKALYPSE NOW, by Gale Albright

HAVE A NICE TRIP, by Kaye George

DEAD MAN ON A SCHOOL BUS, by Earl Staggs

HELL ON WHEELS, by Kathy Waller

RED’S WHITE F-150 BLUES, by Scott Montgomery

#TuesdayTeaser #Horror #Zombie

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Lizzie Borden Excerpt- Probable Cause for Murder

Today is a momentous date in Lizzie Borden history - 


* On Aug. 22(-23), 1892:
In a preliminary hearing, Judge Josiah Blaisdell finds probable cause to try Lizzie Borden for the Aug. 4th murders of her father Andrew Borden and stepmother Abby Durfee Borden. 
** Here's what happened that fateful day, at least according to my version of events in Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter:




Excerpt: Chapter 1 Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter by C.A. Verstraete
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Chapter One
Q. You saw his face covered with blood?A. Yes sir.Q. Did you see his eyeball hanging out?A. No sir.Q. Did you see the gashes where his face was laid open?A. No sir.—Lizzie Borden at inquest, August 9-11, 1892, Fall River Courtroom
A ugust 4, 1892
Lizzie Borden drained the rest of her tea, set down her cup, and listened to the sound of furniture moving upstairs. My, my, foronly ten o’clock in the morning my stepmother is certainly energetic. Housecleaning, already?THUMP.Fora moment, Lizzie forgot her plans to go shopping downtown. THUMP. There it went again. It sounded like her stepmother was rearranging the whole room. She paused at the bottom stair, her concern growing, when she heard another thump and then, the oddest of sounds—a moan. Uh-oh. What was that? Did she hurt herself?“Mrs. Borden?” Lizzie called. “Are you all right?”No answer.She wondered if her stepmother had taken ill, yet the shuffling, moving, and other unusual noises continued. Lizzie hurried up the stairs and paused outside the partially openeddoor. The strange moans coming from the room sent a shiver up herback.Lizzie pushed the door open wider and stared. Mrs. Abby Durfee Borden stood in front of the bureau mirror, clawing at  her reflected image. And what a horrid image it was. The sixty-seven-year-old woman’s hair looked like it had never been combed andstuck out like porcupine quills. Her usually spotless housedress appeared wrinkled and torn. Yet, that wasn’t the worst. Dark red spots—Blood, Lizzie’s mind whispered—dotted the floor and streaked the sides of the older woman’s dress and sleeves.Lizzie gazed about the room in alarm. The tips of Father’s slippers peeking out from beneath the bed also glistened with the same viscous red liquid. All that blood! What happenedhere? What happened?Shegasped, which got the attention of Mrs. Borden, who jerked her head and growled. Lizzie choked back a cry of alarm. Abby’s square, plain face now appeared twisted and ashen gray. Her eyes, once bright with interest, stared from under a milky covering as if she had cataracts. She resembled a female version of The Portrait of Dorian Gray. Another growl and a moan, and the older woman lunged, arms rigid, her stubby hands held out like claws.“Mrs. Borden, Abby!” Lizzie yelled and stumbled backward as fast as she could. “Abby, do you hearme?”Her stepmother shuffled forward, her steps slow but steady. She showed no emotion or sense of recognition. The only utterances she made were those strange low moans.Lizzie moved back even further, trying to keep some distance between her and Mrs. Borden’s grasping fingers. Then her foot hit something. Lizzie quickly glanced down at the silver hairbrush that had fallen to the floor. Too late, she realized her error.“No!” Lizzie cried out at the strange feeling of her stepmother’sclammy, cold hand around her wrist. “Abby, what happened? What’s wrong with you?”Mrs. Borden said nothing and moved in closer. Her mouth opened and closed, revealing bloodstained teeth.“No! Stay away!” Lizzie yelled. “Stop!”Shedidn’t. Instead, Mrs. Borden scratched andclawed at her. Lizzie leaned back, barely escaping the snap of the madwoman’s teeth at her neck.“Mrs. Bor—Abby! No, no!Stop!”Lizzie’s slight advantage of a few inches in height offered no protection against her shorter stepmother’s almost demonic and inhuman strength. The older  woman bit and snapped like a rabid dog. Lizzie struggled to fight her off, and shoved her away, yet Mrs. Borden attacked again and again, her hands grabbing, her teeth seeking the tender flesh covered by Lizzie’s long, full sleeves.Thetwo of them grappled and wrestled, bumping into the bedposts and banging into furniture. Lizzie yelped each time her soft flesh hit something  hard.  She  felt  her  strength  wane  as  the  crazed  woman’s gnarled hands clawed at her. Lizzie wondered how much more she could endure.Lizzie’s cries for help came out hoarse and weak. “Em-Emma!” She tried again. “Help! Help me!” She knew Emma had come in late last night from her trip out of town. But if Emma already woke and went downstairs, will she even hearme?Lizziereeled back, her panic growing as her spine pressed against the fireplace. She pushed and fought in an attempt to keep this monster away, yet Mrs. Borden’s ugly face and snapping teeth edged closer and closer.Then Lizzie spotted it: the worn hatchet Father had left behind after he’d last brought in thenewly chopped wood. No, no! Her mind filled with  horror,  but  when  her  stepmother  came  at  her  again,  Lizzie whispered a prayer for forgiveness and grabbed the handle. She lifted the hatchet high overhead and swung ashard as she could. It hit her stepmother’s skull with a sickening thud.As impossible as it seemed, Mrs. Borden snarled and continued her attack.Lizzie hit her again, and again, and again. The blows raked her stepmother’s face and scraped deep furrows into tender flesh. The metal hatchet head pounded her stepmother’s shoulders and arms, the bones giving  way  with  sickening  crunches.  Mrs.  Borden’s  broken  arms dangled, hanging limp and ugly at her sides… and yet, dear God, yet she continued her attack.With the last bit of her strength, Lizzie raised the hatchet again and brought it down on Mrs. Borden’s head. Only then did her stepmother crumple and fall into a pile at Lizzie’s feet.It took a few minutes for Lizzie to comprehend the horrible scene. It didn’t seem real, but it was. With a cry, she threw the bloodied hatchet aside. She gagged as the weapon caught in thebraided artificial hairpiece hanging from the back of Mrs. Borden’s gore-encrusted scalp.Retching, Lizzie ran to the other side of the bed, bent over, and vomited into the chamber pot. She crossed the room and leaned against the wall, her shoulders shaking with each heart-rending sob.Her hands trembled so hard she could barely hold them still, but she managed to cover her eyes in a feeble attempt to block out the carnage. It didn’t stop the horrific images that flashed in her mind, or the many questions. And it certainly didnothing for the soul-crushing guilt that filled her.Why? shecried. Why? Dear God, what have I done? What have I done?

** A couple cool mentions  -

Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter got mentioned in the 8/20 issue of Boring Dead

And was picked up under Horror Highlights on The Daily Dead 

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Miss Peregrine's Home Movie Trailer #horror

  I started reading   Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children a while ago.  (I see it now has a new cover to match the movie by Tim Burton.)  I rather liked the old cover and loved the old photos inside... 

I'd better finish reading as I wonder how close the movie is to the book? I think I set it aside right before the "good" parts... a few books I have been reading here and there. 

The movie looks really cool!!