I grew up across the street from my high school. There was an open lot adjacent to the baseball field and directly opposite our place… and at one time there had been a house there. I have no idea what happened to the house, but the old concrete steps still remained when we were kids. The Girls – that’s a descriptor for my 2 sisters and I; we were always just “The Girls” – anyway, The Girls and I along with some friends created this entire story about how the house had burned down and that a young lady had died in the fire. When we walked along in the woods behind that vacant lot we found some shards of a mirror. Well obviously the girl’s spirit was trapped in that mirror and so we couldn’t dare look into the glass because if she saw us she’d pull us in with her!
There was also this tiny little building out behind our neighbor’s home. I remember one day The Girls and I snuck over there and went into that little “house.” We weren’t supposed to be there, probably because the thing was falling apart and we could have killed ourselves playing in it. However, in our minds we weren’t supposed to be in there because it was haunted. In that little decrepit building we found a small piece of “Egyptian” artwork made of little stones glued together. We were certain it was possessed of some power and we all ran from that little house in terror when we dropped it and a piece of it broke off. We were convinced we were going to be “cursed” forever!
I can also fondly remember the year The Girls and I were going to make our very own haunted house. I remember us stringing cobwebs along the front deck and going to all sorts of extremes. But what I remember most was the look of absolute horror on my mothers face when she saw the little babydoll we had “tortured.” We dripped fake blood all over the poor little thing and then drove a nail into her body. I’m surprised we weren’t all put up for adoption shortly thereafter.
Needless to say, it never took much to spark up our imaginations and I guess its any wonder my imagination remains as twisted as it is to this day!
“Gremlin” was a slang word coined by the Royal Air Force during the 1920s and its usage really picked up steam during the Second World War when the imaginary creatures became the scapegoats for all manners of mechanical problems and sabotage in aircraft. Interestingly enough, the term was even used by the German military indicating these fantastical critters weren’t necessarily for one side or the other.
In September of 1940 a Royal Air Force pilot crashed his Gladiator plane in the desert of North Africa, sustaining serious injuries, including a concussion. He took about six months to recover from his wounds and eventually went back to the front, even taking part in the Battle of Athens. After the war that pilot went to the United States where he met writer C.S. Forester. In 1943 the pilot published his first children’s book, The Gremlins. You might better recognize that pilot’s later books some of which were my childhood favorites: James and the Giant Peach, Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and Willie Wonka and the Great Glass Elevator among others.
The pilot’s name was Roald Dahl. He credits his WWII plane crash with his becoming a writer, not only because his first published work was an account of his experience but also because he believed the injuries awakened a creative part of his brain.
After Dahl published The Gremlins he entered into talks with Walt Disney about making the story into a film project. While that never happened, the gremlins continued to expand into pop culture. The fictional creature made appearances in cartoons as well an episode of The Twilight Zone entitled “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet” featuring William Shatner. And of course most of us remember them best from the movies Gremlins and Gremlins 2.
Driving into work this morning I was rockin’ the Big 80’s on 8 (gotta love the 80s) and they were giving a tribute to the amazing Michael Jackson in honor of his birthday today. I am a HUGE MJ fan and I love almost all of his music, but the one that is probably one of my favs if Thriller.
I think it may have been my 14th or 15th birthday when I had a slumber party at our house. Mom got me a super-cool purple boom box. And Daddy bought me my first cassette for that boombox… Michael Jackson’s Thriller album. My girlfriends and I had the best time dancing in my room and I’m pretty sure there were a few times Mom and Daddy might have regretted that gift. But, Thriller will ALWAYS be a fond memory that I have of my Dad.
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What if your only way out was a dead end?
When Claire finds herself in an unfamiliar country mansion with no idea how she got there, she just wants to find a way home. Unfortunately for her, the house has other ideas. Doors slam to cut off her escape, and forces of nature seem to be keeping her hostage. With no way to communicate with the outside world, will she ever find a way back to her loved ones?
If you like captivating, spine-chilling mysteries, step inside this creepy country house…
Pamela Harju is the author of The Truth about Tomorrow, which won WriteIntoPrint’s Captivating Opening Contest in 2017. She spends her spare time with her dogs and travelling to see rock bands most people have never heard of. She loves tea, big old houses and tattooed men and is happily unmarried to her partner of many years. A native Finn, Pamela lives in the Irish countryside in an old cottage that’s always threatening to fall apart. She has a full-size dog agility arena in her back garden.
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“Addictive like all Kylie Scott books, you’ll swoon, laugh, ache, put your life on hold, and compulsively read until the wee hours of the night—only to reread the whole thing the next morning. Perfection!” – Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author
Returning home for her father’s wedding was never going to be easy for Adele. If being sent away at eighteen hadn’t been bad enough, the mess she left behind when she made a pass at her dad’s business partner sure was.
Fifteen years older than her, Pete had been her crush for as long as she could remember. But she’d misread the situation—confusing friendliness for undying love. Awkward. Add her father to the misunderstanding, and Pete was left with a broken nose and a business on the edge of ruin. The man had to be just as glad as everyone else when she left town.
Seven years later, things are different. Adele is no longer a kid, but a fully grown adult more than capable of getting through the wedding and being polite. But all it takes is seeing him again to bring back those old feelings.
Sometimes first loves are the truest.
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/
Blitz: Chausiku: The Deadly Twelve Book Four
Author: Pamela E. Cash
Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy
Dates: 25th of May
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The Chausiku Saga continues…
The Natosapi clan has arrived and to Chassie’s horror she now knows why they are so feared.
The real battle has begun.
The forest was so quiet they could hear the chirp of insects. It had only been a few minutes since the loud blast of a bullet exploding from the barrel of a gun had pierced the silence. The bullet had whizzed with speed through the air but had appeared to be in slow motion as it
penetrated the front of Charles’ head and exited out of the back. His lifeless body had fallen to the ground as Chassie screamed out in terror. Moments later she had been knocked unconscious by Rasul.
Matchitehew had stood next to Rasul with a mocking smile on his face. He was the leader of a sector of the Natosapi clan of the Blackfoot Nation. He was seventy-five years old. His face was full of lines and creases…across his forehead…in the grooves between his cheekbones and nose…on both sides of his lips. The corners on each side of his mouth turned down and there were deep lines trailing from his mouth to his chin. His stark white hair was long— hanging all the way down his back—and so thin that his scalp peeked through in several places. He always wore it parted in the middle and loose so that when the wind blew, the thin strands waved in the air like reedy weeds sparsely sprouting from dry dirt. His body was thin and his upper back had an excessive curvature—a hunchback—but his powers were excessively strong. The only Natosapi with powers as strong as his was his much younger brother, Askuwheteau.
Matchitehew had wanted to just kill Chassie—shoot her just as Rasul had shot her father— but he still needed her alive for now. So, he had told Kestejoo to pick her up and follow him.
A deep crease had formed between Kestejoo’s eyebrows when Matchitehew had given him the order to pick up Chassie and he had eyeballed Matchitehew sideways—giving him a look like he had gone crazy. Kestejoo was a short, over-weight and middle-aged Natosapi man with a lot more body fat than muscle. He was bald on top and he wore the hair at the back and the sides of his head long so that he could pull the strands back into a ponytail. He was barely strong enough to pick up a chair much less a teenage girl and his eyes darted to the much younger men
of the clan that could have picked her up with ease. But he didn’t dare contradict Matchitehew or even offer a suggestion. He had just reached over—grunting with the strain of every movement—picked Chassie up and slung her over his shoulder.
As Matchitehew and Kestejoo walked away, the Natosapi clan stayed in a circle within the clearing of the forest surrounding John, Alissa and Rasul. John was on his knees and two men held his arms behind his back. Alissa was kneeling next to him with one man holding her arms behind her. Rasul stood over them, grinning like the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland. Matchitehew had told him to kill them.
“You heard the man,” said Rasul to John in a low, sinister voice. He pointed his gun at John’s head, stepped closer to him and curled his finger around the trigger. “I’ve wanted to get rid of you since the first day I saw you with Chausiku.”
John struggled to break free of the men holding his arms but he barely budged. He felt a knee jab into his back then his face was pushed into the dirt on the ground to hold him still. He had never felt so helpless. He had abilities…supernatural abilities. He could break a boulder in half as if he were tearing a piece of paper. He could sprint at the speed of the world’s fastest car. So could Alissa. But now his powers were gonE.
Pamela E. Cash is a lawyer living in Chicago. She loves all types of science fiction but as a child she became hooked on the Marvel comic books she swiped from her brother’s room. Her favorite character has always been and will always be Thor! Her daughter shares her enthusiasm for supernatural characters and is her inspiration for the Chausiku Series.
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A sexy silver fox might be the perfect solution to a midlife crisis.
Another romance for the over 40
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I’m forty-one today.
It’s my birthday,
And I’m crying over burnt toast.
That’s not some euphemism.
Literally, I’m sobbing over stupid bread,
so I call a crisis center.
I just need someone to talk to about life.
Only I recognize the smoky voice of the man on the line.
In the name of all things, don’t let it be…
As a former rock star,
I once had it all.
Fame. Fortune. Females.
Except for the one thing I wanted most.
Now, I fix cars and restore other people’s dreams.
I just want to be somebody’s someone.
And there’s a certain woman with captivating eyes,
I want to fulfill my dreams.
For the love of all things, please let it be her…
In the midst of questioning everything,
could love be the resolution to a midlife crisis?
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Did you catch the super surprise release I dropped last week? This story is a lead into a spectacular event I have planned for next year. Tamara and Brulie will continue their romance in a crossover duet between the Rawley Family Romances and the Love & Found Series. Here’s a little snippet to whet your appetite…
“Yeah, I think we did meet,” Kay’s friend said, inclining her head to me.
She had a very attractive blush in her cheeks as we made eye contact. Her eyes were brown, but when she’d been in my arms earlier just outside the bathroom, I’d seen little green flecks in them that I hadn’t noticed when we met the day before.
One didn’t forget a woman as sexy as Tamara Cheney, so when she’d bumped into me a few minutes ago, I’d known immediately who she was, even if it was clear she hadn’t remembered my name. The expression on her face had told me she probably knew I was a Rawley, but not much more than that. It wasn’t surprising. I was probably the least memorable family member. But then, I liked it that way… most of the time.
“How can you forget the mountain man here?” Kay chided me, reaching out to scratch at my beard. “Geez, you’d think you might get rid of this thing for your favorite cousin’s wedding.”
I cut my eyes to her with a hint of a laugh on my lips. “I did trim it for you, cuz. Plus, who said you’re my favorite?”
“You call that a trim? And yes, I am your favorite.”
I snorted. “If I cut any more off, I’ll freeze to death when I get back home. Also, I’ve always liked Geneva.”
Kay narrowed her eyes at me. “Geneva? Really?” She looked over her shoulder, scanning the crowd. “Well, looky, there she is. Why don’t I just call her over here to sit with you?”
I only grinned, raising the bottle to my lips again. No one really liked Geneva much, and that wasn’t any wonder. She tended to drink too much, and when that happened she was nothing short of a hot mess. Her big problem was that she was always trying to put on a show, to be the most important person in the room. Which was why Kay disliked her so much. Neither woman wanted the competition.
Still, I didn’t mind Geneva most of the time. She’d been nicer to me than she was to most. And maybe it was because I didn’t talk too much, so she could afford to be more genuine with me than with others.
I glanced over towards the bar where she was sitting alone and narrowed my eyes. I was almost finished with my beer and thought it might be a good idea to check on her. Glancing back at Kay, I watched her take Tamara’s glass of wine and bring it to her lips. Her friend only shook her head, waiting patiently to take it back when she was finished.
“Better go easy. You’ve got a dance starting in just a few minutes.” Tamara advised with a quirky smile.
Kay waved her hand dismissively, which only made her friend laugh. It was a nice laugh, sort of soft and melodic with a broad grin on those plump red lips of hers. I was so mesmerized by it that I was surprised when I heard the smart aleck words she spoke through that smile.
“Fine, you just drink up, girl, and we’ll all sit here and watch you fall on your bony ass. Bonus points if you take Van down with you.”
I finished my beer and stood, reaching out for Tamara’s now-empty wine glass, but Kay snatched it from me. She put her hand on Tamara’s shoulder and shoved her into a chair. “Sit your curvy ass down and entertain my cousin while I get you both another drink.”
I took my seat, too, well aware that there was no use arguing with the likes of Kay Rawley. Tamara fiddled with her nails a minute, rubbing each bright red tip with the pad of her thumb, then turned to look at me with sigh deep enough that the movement drew my attention to the rise and fall of her breasts. My mother would have called her “well-endowed.” That would have been an understatement. My body instantly reacted as I imagined what those breasts might look like in the flesh.
Can one broken soul save another?
ALL THE WRONG REASONS by Olivia Hardin
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Geneva Rawley is broken. All of her hopes and dreams for a future ended the night the only man who ever loved her was killed in a tragic car accident. And it was completely her fault. The guilt of what happened is a burden that is slowly suffocating her, and finding relief in a bottle seems her only solution… until she meets Rhys.
Rhys Connor knows addiction, and he knows brokenness. He’s been down that road, and he knows that it’s nothing short of a miracle that he found his way back from it. That’s why he’s spent the last several years helping to rescue others from that precipice. When an AA buddy asks him to talk to his struggling cousin, he feels more than up to the task. But the moment Rhys lays eyes on Geneva, he knows she’s the one he’s been waiting his whole life to find.
Can one broken soul save another from destroying herself, or will they both go down in flames?
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When Olivia Hardin began having strange movie-like dreams in her teens, she had no choice but to begin putting them to paper. Before long the writing bug had her and she knew she wanted to be a published author. Several rejections plus a little bit of life later, and she was temporarily “cured” of the urge to write. That is until she met a group of talented and fabulous writers who gave her the direction and encouragement she needed to get lost in the words again.
Olivia’s attended three different universities over the years and toyed with majors in Computer Technology, English, History and Geology. Then one day she heard the term road scholar and she knew that was what she wanted to be. Now she “studies” anything and everything just for the joy of learning. She’s also an insatiable crafter who only completes about 1 out of 5 projects, a jogger who hates to run, and she’s sometimes accused of being artistic.
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