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Deranged Soul

                                          Available NowHolly Spector loves the canyon and the desserts and along with her beloved cat she lives in her small dwelling but with consequences that she had no idea.
Years before her ancestors had woken an evil entity that claimed the house and surrounding desserts as his own, knowing Holly was part of the same family the biggest debt had to be paid, his awakening and her life to make him strong.
The entity lives from the souls of the human race, he became stronger with every kill.

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                                                  SynopsisTerror does not always dwell in the darkness of night. Sometimes the most terrifying things can lurk with in the brightness of the sun but no heat from its rays can reach its icy core to warm it. Deep in a small town a vagabond, weary and cold hunkers down in a old abandoned house. The little girl warned him there was something not right about it, something Evil but to a wandering artist like Travis it was nonsense...or was it?



                                                 Excerpt        The whisper was breathy, soft and barely audible but he heard it. He turned around wildly but saw nothing again. He was shivering now, feeling almost unbearably cold and quickly fled the room. He was just going to sleep out in the cold. When he came to the hallway, he froze eyes wide, his breath trapped inside his lungs. The portraits, every one of their eyes had turned and they were staring at him. He didn’t want to move for fear that somehow their creepy eyes would follow him or worse, long bony fingers would reach out through the portrait and try to snatch him up.


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                                              Available Now from author Laurie Bowler







       Patty wakes to find she is a Silver Vein vampire; and still remains in the status of the high witch of a magical and powerful realm that is full of evil and danger. With the realm now in jeopardy against an unknown threat, Patty must figure who is behind the mystery and their intentions. Opening up the academy for young witches the fates of those behind the walls lies in the hands of Patty.
        With the aid of Luke and vampire friends; Patty discovers the secret of the elder’s realm and the ancient prophecies that have dictated the laws for centuries and passed through every ancestor. Will Patty be in time before the realm is destroyed and her beloved magical world no longer exists?
                                                       
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Working with Author Laurie Bowler for a new gruesome nove...

Working with Author Laurie Bowler for a new gruesome novel guaranteed to make you hold your blanket close and turn the pages slowly!

                          Excerpt from Moon Fury




The smell of fresh blood hung in the foggy morning air, a tell-tale sign that death had once again made an appearance. The woods near the cemetery was silent, the usual sound of birds and tiny woodland creatures was nowhere to be heard. For it seemed like they knew it wasn’t a safe place to be.Detective  Malloney stepped carefully over the gravel strewn ground, gagging slightly at the sight in front of her. She had seen many a death, but none as gruesome as the one that had happened that night. Looking down at the mutilated corpse of the cemeteries grounds-keeper, she couldn’t help but feel faint. “Find anything yet Malloney?” came the voice of her partner behind her. As she turned around she replied in a somewhat shaken voice “Nope, nothing. Although I suspect when the forensics get here they’ll find plenty. What ya suppose happened here Roy? Cos I’ll be damned, but it looks like this guy was torn to pieces.” Roy was on his haunches, trying to get a better look at the mutilated man. “Beat’s me. But look, doesn’t that look like fur?” he was pointing at a fistful of hair clutched in the dead man’s hand. “Bet you wish you were still on vacation Malloney.” Roy chuckled  softly.Oh yeah, the vacation from hell, she thought to herself. To him she merely nodded. He had been her partner for 5 years, but he knew almost nothing about her personal life. And she wasn’t about to tell him about how she had walked in on her mother and Lance, her then boyfriend, getting busy in the sack. She would still think of an excuse as to why she was suddenly single again.  But her mind was wandering, she gave herself a mental shake, get it together. At 5 foot 7 inches, she was a tall slender beauty. Detective Bethany Malloney was not what she seemed. Meeting her, one would never imagine that she was in law-enforcement. Not with that model-like figure, huge green eyes and long flowing black hair. She looked like she belonged on tv or at the very least a catwalk.“Come on Roy, let’s get outta here. Dunno about you, but I could do with a strong cup of coffee before we get the paperwork started.” Roy was staring back at the woods behind them, she noticed how tired he looked. “Oi partner, u ok?” she placed her hand on his shoulder. Looking at her he smiled that charming smile of his and replied “Yeah I’m just peachy, the baby has been sick at night so Grace and I haven’t had much sleep the last couple days.”After getting their cups of coffee from a local café, they headed back to the precinct. There was still the question of whether they were dealing with a homicide or a wild animal attack. And Beth wasn’t looking forward to dealing with either. If this was a murder, it meant all her time would be spent on finding a suspect, finding a motive and then came the tedious court cases. If it had been an animal attack, meant that they had to hurry to figure out what it had been and find a way of protecting the public against the beast. Involuntary she gave a shiver. Either way, this was going to get ugly and at the end of the day, she would still have the gruesome image in her memory.

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Pieces of Shadow

Coming soon from Blood Moon Press, Pieces of Shadow is a collection of poems from an up and coming Gothic poet. His take on life and love has changed the way I view poetry. Here is just a small nibble, a chance to savor and digest his work, long before the main course

 
Demon Glass
Scratching, ripping
Tearing me apart
Blood will splatter
Across my heart
Deep within me
Not safe nor sound
Lies a demon free
Yet chained and bound
To obey and serve
At my will
This demons power
I use to kill
This sword I wield
My soul to pass
Demonic powers gained
From Demon Glass 

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                                                    Cowbob and the Teeter-Totter Gang
     
“Let me guess, you are one of them their bounty hunters looking to settle the score and bath in milkshake glory. Is that about the size of it pilgrim?”
With a quick flick of his wrists, both six shooters were drawn from their resting place and aimed square on Jack’s jawline.
Many ooh’s and aaw’s came murming from the crowd as they heard him speak.
“I’m not just a bounty hunter partner...I’m Cowbob.” Now give yourselves up or I’ll be forced to lay down rubber on yer lily liver.”
Cowbob dropped to the ground as a thick rubber band came flying across the room. It bounced off of the counter and disappeared in the distance. With a loud click, the first shot from his six shooter hit its mark. It bounced off of the mug, spilling the root beer directly on the man’s lap. Laughter rained upon him loud and true and in an instant, the man died of embarrassment. Retaliation came from the gang as the rifle released an extra thick band. Cowbob rolled out of the way at the last second, watching it bounce off of the warm spot his body had just occupied. Two more bands were released from his gun, both nailing the men in the knuckles. Large fat tears streamed down their faces as their gun wielding hands turned red and started to swell.
Three down, two to go! Cowbob thought as he nimbly dove over the chair. Shot after shot came towards him, never feeling the warmth of his skin. He released the band, aiming high. It came into contact with the light fixture and bounced off. Its new course drove it straight into the chest of Jack’s partner. The sheer force brought the man off of his feet and tumbling into Jack the rubber-bandit.
Still reluctant to give up, Jack stood, wobbly feet and all, and let loose a band that knocked Cowbob’s hat off of his head.
“No one shows my hat hair you dirty varmint!”
He braced his legs as he released the remaining bands at Jack. He watched it careen towards his fore-head, sure it would whelp its mark.

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The voices will not stop.  I see blood everywhere; violent images encompass my every waking thought.  At the grocery store, I approach the meat counter.  I ask the butcher for some pork chops.  That is when I see it.  The butcher does not bring out a cut of succulent pig, no, it’s an infant.  The butcher brings his cleaver down on the squirming pink child; a scream is cut short as he lops off its head.              I vomit, there on the floor.  It splashes on my shoes.  The baby murderer is once again just a man, with cuts of pork.  “Are you alright sir, can I get you some water?”

The blood splattered apron, the smell of entrails.  It is too much.  I clasp my hand over my mouth, trying to stop the fresh spew of bile.  It comes anyway, dripping from my fingers and running down the front of my shirt.
“Sir…?”  The man behind the counter questioned.  I wipe my hand on my pants and make for a hasty retreat, leaving him with the task of cleaning up my mess.  I walk quickly towards the aisles of canned goods.  It is free of customers.  I sit on the floor and begin to rock back and forth.  Groceries can wait, I need to get home.  Rising from the floor, I head for the front of the store.  I grab a bottle of water out of the soda cooler and go to the register.
The pretty young cashier asks if I found everything alright.  She tries not to notice my disheveled appearance.  Suddenly her face erupts into a mass of bloody flesh.  Her eyes glow and horns sprout from the top of her head.  “I will kill you, you fucking piece of shit.”  The five dollar bill drops from my hand onto the floor.  Fuck the water, I run towards the door.
“Sir, your water…”
I hit the door, hard.  I feel my nose crunch and a warm stream flow from it.  Drops of blood mix with the mess on my shirt; I wipe my arm across my face and leave a smear down my sleeve.  I make it outside.  The sunlight burns my eyes and I fumble for my sunglasses.  They were bent out of shape from the fight with the door.  I put them on anyway; they helped to shield my burning retinas.
Walking down the sidewalk, drips of blood continue to fall.  As they splash onto the concrete they turn into spiders, fat, black spiders.  I feel it pop and crunch as I squash one beneath my tennis shoe.  I hate spiders.
I reach the bus stop.  An old woman is sitting on the bench.  As I watch she ages, her bones turn to dust beneath my gaze.  “What are you gawking at, boy?”  I quickly turn away, not wishing to have any further communication with the dust-that-used-to-be-human.                                              NOW AVAILABLE                                   BLOOD MOON CHRONICLES

Zorza is now available in twin pack for kindle and paperb...

Zorza is now available in twin pack for kindle and paperback. From the destruction of Xander to the mysteries of Earth, the band of rebels must decide the fate of the entire galaxy. One question must be answered. Should they fight...or should they flee!


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Prologue to Evolution

It has been awhile since I have had time to post anything on here. I have been very busy working on some exciting stuff. This one however is my pride and joy Bio-Fi Novel I have been working on as of lately. I hope you enjoy!


It’s not our fault, it never was. It was in our nature to be so curious. It could have been our scientific minds working overtime to comprehend something never before seen. Either way, our superiority complex over the world at large brought the destruction of our own species. When the first specimen was reported in a lab in San Francisco we still stood a chance. We could have destroyed it and keep humans on the top of the food chain, but it was in our nature to want to examine it. The millions of years it took evolution to produce such creatures should have warned us that time was limited.



If you want to look back a wink or two, Joan Redman could have saved us all when she stumbled upon the first pod producing plant in New York. She could have ripped it out of the concrete and smashed the horrid offspring’s before they produced. Our fate rested in her hands. On that sunny afternoon however, Joan noticed the small plant with the embriotic nightmares attached to the leaves and became curious. Frogs, little frogs being born from a plant that required no water and minimal soil seemed like the discovery of the century. I’m sure she felt the dread wash over her. Deep down she battled with her own demons to an extent, but in the end, Joan Redman wanted the fame. She watched as it wiggled in its little bubble waiting to be Mother Nature’s first born. The green veins pulsed and the plant shook all the way to its roots as it tried to escape. She simply smiled to herself as she carefully plucked it from the cracked sidewalk and walked it home. It took less than seventy two hours before she had it documented and sent to Dr. Moore’s lab in San Francisco.



I guess I could also argue that it was Dr. Moore who started it all, but than I would be pointing a finger at a brilliant man. He wanted to study it, to learn from it. He found it to be out of place in the modern world and feared it. He was convinced he could learn the internal secrets it held and prepare mankind for a fate worse than death…evolution. It was actually his partner Dr. Balm who was eating up the limelight. Between the articles in the magazines, the television interviews, and the seminars, he was eager to push it to the next step. He secretly injected hormones into the first pod animal, making it grow at an alarming rate. He introduced it to shallow water and mud full of nutrients. Day after day, he would watch the frog grow.



It wasn’t long after that, when Dr. Balm noticed new plants growing in the mud. He injected the hormones directly into the stems, helping things move along nicely. It took less than a week for the plants to produce new eggs and a few days longer for them to hatch. This time, things were different. The plants were larger and the eggs were oddly shaped. It was at this point that the nightmare truly began. By the time the lab opened the next day, all the eggs had hatched and were running wild. Instead of cute little frogs, baby alligators, poison tree frogs were produced. Tiny plants already started growing through the microscopes, on the table, in the cracks of the wall, and everywhere else the creatures germinated.



By the time the bodies were found by the authorities, the plague of pod creatures had began. That was ten years ago. Even now, the vast darkness of the underground tunnels make me shiver, but it is our home. Our only goal is to survive the daylight.