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November 20, 2011

How I Got Published

Hi everyone.
I'm blogging on Coffee Time Romance. It's the first time I've blogged on this site and the first time I've ever actually put the blog on myself with no grownups. Bit nervous. Please leave a comment. You'll make me so happy.
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Published on November 20, 2011 06:41

November 18, 2011

Doppelganger

I'm blogging with Mila Ramos on this site and talking about how I got the idea for Doppelganger, my story in the Curious Hearts anthology. Please leave a comment. I'd be SO grateful
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Published on November 18, 2011 07:17

November 15, 2011

After You Get Published.

Hi everybody
I'm blogging on Manic Readers and talking about what happens after you get published. I would really appreciate it if you can drop by and leave a comment. Lots of comments will give me a high profile on the site and I dearly want to impress them.
Click here to read the blog:
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Thank you so much, you angels
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Published on November 15, 2011 09:24

November 12, 2011

Yet Another Five Star Review for Take One At Bedtime

I have just had the most wonderful review from Kitty Bullard through Manic Readers.
Here is a snippet: "Take One at Bedtime" is by far one of the best short story anthologies I've read in a long time. The stories are not all scary, there are quite a few that are touching and leave you with a feeling of euphoria at the end.
Read more: http://www.greatmindsthinkaloud.probo...
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Published on November 12, 2011 08:49

November 8, 2011

Blogging with Cynthia Selwyn

Hi everybody

I'm blogging today with Cynthia Selwyn on this site:
http://cynthiaselwyn.blogspot.com/?zx...

Please join me and leave a comment. I'd appreciate it so much

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Published on November 08, 2011 02:33

November 7, 2011

Another Five Star review for Domingo's Angel

Hi everyone

I am particularly pleased with this review, as Tara Fox Hall is one of my favourite authors. Here is a snippet:
This is a story of transformation. All the main characters undergo a healing, and a sort of maturation as they let go of grudges, guilt, and old pain, and embrace forgiveness for the hurts they suffered and inflicted. If you don’t need the tissue box by the time you’re done reading, you’ve got a heart of stone. Read all of it on:
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Published on November 07, 2011 01:56

Contract

Signed the contract for Uncle Albert's Christmas yesterday! Hurrah!
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Published on November 07, 2011 01:54

November 4, 2011

My Christmas Story Has Just Been Accepted

Hi everyone

I just had great news. My latest story, Uncle Albert's Christmas, has just been accepted for Melange's Christmas anthology. I LOVE Melange.

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Published on November 04, 2011 03:07

October 31, 2011

Here's a Spooky Excerpt for Halloween

Hi everyone. Here is an excerpt from one of the tales in Take One At Bedtime:


EXCERPT from Waiting for Daddy

The voice receded and she felt a lurch of panic in the pit of her stomach. So that was it. Quite distinctly she felt every separate hair on her scalp move, as if a small electric current was passing over her head, and felt the goose pimples come up in little hard knots on her arms. She looked down and saw them standing out, each with its individual shadow in the bluish light of the television screen. And at the same moment she heard the footsteps coming down the stairs.
They came stealthily, almost too quietly to be the footsteps of an adult man, but she knew who it was. He was coming for her and he would kill her. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Her mind leapt and panicked, but her body refused to move. Every muscle locked, her knuckles white, as she gripped the arms of the chair.
The smell of after-shave grew even more powerful, coming in great waves, Old Spice mingled with extra alcohol. She’d know it anywhere. Desperately she tried to make herself move. She felt if she could just get going, just move a fingertip, it would release her from the spell. Some detached part of her mind was amused to note that the hairs on her head were still moving independently even though she was utterly unable to move her limbs. She focussed with all her might and her left leg twitched slightly. “Run, run,” she urged silently, “Get out of the house”. She’d have to leave Kitty and at the thought a huge wave of guilt swept over her. But he wouldn’t hurt Kitty. He had never hurt the child.
And then it came. She felt the thump as the blade came down through her back and into her lungs. But, oddly, no pain, just the blow and a warm, wet sensation spreading across and down her back.
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Published on October 31, 2011 04:30

October 25, 2011

Halloween Special – Spellbound 2011

For a really spooky read on a cold October night, get your copy of Spellbound 2011.
Eight spine-chilling tales of ghosts, werewolves and vampires. I dare you to read it.

Here is a little taster from the tale 'Uncle Vernon.'

They went out into the cold streets, their breath frosting in the air and Alison, regretting that she had chosen such a flimsy outfit, snuggled into Gary’s jacket as they walked along with the revellers, singing as they went.
There must have been a lot of parties in the village, since there were far more people about than she had ever seen before.
“Gary,” she said, aware of a note of nervousness in her voice, “how many people live in Hethersedge?”
“Oh. I don’t know.” He gave a shrug. “There’s about fifty houses. Couple of hundred maybe?”
She gave a little shudder. Surely there were more than that just walking through the streets and there were a lot more up at the church. She could see lights over at the cemetery and a lot of dark shapes. Some of them seemed to be flitting about in an odd, disjointed way. She looked again at the people in the streets. Many of them were dressed as ghosts and vampires, demons and witches. There was even a clown which was somehow more disturbing than any of them. Of course, she was just getting the heebie-jeebies because of the fancy dress and because it was, after all, Halloween, but some of them looked horribly convincing. A zombie came up beside them and she could have sworn bits of him were dropping off as he went past. In between the figures there seemed to be some more insubstantial shapes....flitting about.
“Gary,” she said in a tiny voice. She wasn’t sure he had heard her. He was marching along, smiling, obviously unconcerned by the people round about.
In the background, on the edge of her hearing, someone had begun singing a much older song, “Soul, a soul, a soul-cake. Please good missus, a soul cake...”
The voice was high and reedy and not quite human.
“Gary!” She tugged at his sleeve, and he looked down at her. “Yes?”
For a moment, she misgave. In the pale light of the streetlamps, he was Lurch, smiling with just a suggestion of pointy teeth. Then his expression changed to one of concern. “What, love. What is it?”
She managed a weak smile. “Maybe we should go back now. Go in the back way.”
Gary’s face lit up with delight and she heaved a silent sigh of relief. She just wanted to get out of the streets and pretend she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was seeing. She wanted to feel safe.

The walk back seemed to take much longer than the walk out. Everybody was going in the opposite direction, away from the village, up towards the cemetery. Now almost all the people had a shadowy, insubstantial look, as if Uncle Vernon was, indeed, calling up all the stray souls and they were making their way up to the cemetery to meet him. Once, she saw the clown again. He stepped out suddenly from behind a hedge, his false red smile a purple gash in the moonlight. He waved at her and beckoned and she shuddered and turned her face into Gary’s chest. She looked up at him and his face was bore a strained, anxious expression. “Where’ve they all come from’” he muttered.

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Spellbound 2011 by Audrey Tremaine
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Published on October 25, 2011 09:02

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