Sunday, October 30, 2016

This ain't no trick

I come to tell you about a real treat. Rebecca Besser is having a Halloween Sale and she's giving mighty sweet deals on some of her most terrifying tales.


Undead Drive-Thru for Kindle is on sale until Oct. 31st.
Undead Regeneration for Kindle is on sale until Oct. 31st.


Nurse Blood for Kindle is on sale Oct. 28th-31st. #StrangeAuthors #13DaysofHalloween #NurseBlood


Twisted Pathways of Murder & Death will be free for Kindle on Oct. 31st & Nov. 1st for #AllHallowsRead!



Cursed Bounty, a zombie western will be free for Kindle on Oct. 31st & Nov. 1st for #AllHallowsRead!

Rebecca Besser resides in Ohio with her wonderful husband and amazing son. They've come to accept her quirks as normal while she writes anything and everything that makes her inner demons squeal with delight. She's best known for her work in adult horror, but has been published in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry for a variety of age groups and genres. She's entirely too cute to be scary in person, so she turns to the page to instill fear into the hearts of the masses.

Find out more about her:
Twitter: @BeccaBesser

Instagram: @BeccaBesser

Friday, October 28, 2016

Get Freaked Out with Lori Safranek


Today, I turn my blog over to a friend and author I enjoy reading; Lori Safranek. I love this series and the collection is one I am itching to hold in my hands. Sit back and enjoy this little taste of what's to come under the big top.


As the tents go up and another side show prepares to open, images of the strange and exotic swirl through our minds. Posters give us a preview of a man swallowing sharp swords, throwing knives at a woman tied on a spinning wheel! A woman charming snakes to do as she commands! Watch the world’s fattest woman strut the stage, showing off her gorgeous 500-pound body with pride. Catch a glimpse of a hypnotist who wants to invade your brain and take over your life! And look over there! A tattooed man, whose tattoos fade away, and then randomly reappear somewhere else on his body! And last but not least, there’s a contortionist whose body twists and turns and ultimately fits inside a small box!

Keep walking forward, past all the posters and take your seat in the tents. You now have a front-row seat for the famous Steiner’s Freak Show, one of the finest in the land. Steiner moves his show from town to town and has proved to be a genius at finding true freaks, no fakes in his little freak family!

But lately, strange things have been happening at the Freak Show. Things no one understands. Dangerous things, things that will freak you out!

The six stories collected in Freakshow: The Complete Freaked Out Series relate the exciting experiences of the fascinating characters in Steiner’s Freak Show. So step right up, the show is ready to begin!

https://www.amazon.com/Freaked-Out-Lori-Safranek/dp/1537756257/

Bio:
Lori Safranek's Freaked Out series takes a creepy look at life in the circus sideshow. Marie, the tale of the Fat Lady in the sideshow, was the first book in the series, followed up with Mesmer, a hypnotist gone bad. Lily Dean explores the life of a snake charmer with special skills. Smudge is about a tattooed man whose tattoos have a mind of their own! More twisted tales of freaks on the sideshow coming soon. 

Lori spent several years as a newspaper reporter in Nebraska before deciding to try her hand at fiction writing. In addition to her Freaked Out series, she contributed to the Fifty Shades of Decay: Zombie Erotica anthology; Dead Harvest anthology; Cellar Door II; Slaughter House: Serial Killer Edition; and had a story published in Tim Baker's novel Unfinished Business. 

Lori lives in Omaha, Nebraska, with her husband and two dogs. She can be found on Facebook at Author Lori Safranek.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Christine Verstraete and Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter!

 Today Christine Verstraete takes over my blog to talk about her new release! 


12 Questions for Lizzie Borden

By Christine Verstraete

Vogue Magazine has an interesting question-answer format it does called 73 Questions where it asks celebrities the questions on video, while giving a glimpse of their home. The latest was Taylor Swift.
So I thought I’d try it out—but with a twist based on the upcoming release Sept. 13 (or pre-order now!) of my latest book, Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter by C.A. Verstraete.Ironically, Lizzie is portrayed during her 1893 trial for murder as far from a fashion doyenne, with one newspaper even calling her “a plain old maid.” (No matter what, that had to hurt.)
Outside of a few letters obtained by the Fall River, Mass. Historical Society in recent years and the still-enduring skipping rope rhyme that Lizzie Borden took an axe… , mystery still surrounds the real persona of Lizzie Borden. Many still wonder, did she or didn’t she?
My take? What if Lizzie did it because she had no other choice? But let’s allow Lizzie to answer a few questions herself:

* Follow the blog tour:
12 Questions for Lizzie Borden

1 WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
I’ll say that I’ve had plenty to cry about in the past year.

2 WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH?
I’ve grown rather fond of my sister’s cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches.

3 DO YOU THINK YOU’RE STRONG?
I never thought I was particularly strong, but circumstances can force you to dig deep for what you hold dear and what keeps you strong, like faith, family and friends.

4 WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
I used to notice how someone was dressed, or how they smiled. Now I notice whether they look me in the eye or not.

5 WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
Despite what people may think of our relationship, I do miss my father.

6 WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS READING IT?
Even with the horrid events that have happened, I did find time to read Miss Shelley’s Frankenstein. It was rather disturbing.

7 YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?
Fresh flowers. They can mask the smell of almost anything.

8 WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE TELEPHONE?
I’d rather not say. It was a disturbing message.

9 PUPPIES OR KITTENS?
I do love dogs, especially Boston Terriers. I’m thinking of getting another though I know my sister Emma wouldn’t like it.

10 FAVORITE DESSERT?
I used to love oatmeal-raisin cookies at one period in my life. Now, I prefer a nice, fresh piece of cake.

11 FAVORITE ROOM IN YOUR HOUSE?
I so enjoy sitting out on my closed-in porch in the summer. It’s pleasant hearing the birds sing and sitting quietly with the dog, a good book in hand.

12 THE BEST GIFT YOU’VE EVER RECEIVED?
My freedom.

I think that’s as many questions as I’d like to answer right now, if you please. Thank you for taking the time to talk with me. – Lizzie Borden

About Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter by C.A. Verstraete:
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. 

** Follow the blog tour and be sure to get your copy of Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter in print and Kindle Sept. 13!

*** 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! 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 interview
Fri. Sept.  9 - Haunt Jaunts blog – More Lizzie
Sat. Sept. 10 – Stephen D. Sullivan blog - Lizzie Films
Sun. Sept. 11 GirlZombieAuthors recap
Camille Minichino blog  - Why oh why zombies?
Mon. Sept. 12 - Horror Maiden's Book Reviews
Tues. Sept. 13 - RELEASE DAY!!!
 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.



Thursday, August 18, 2016

Nurse Blood and Rebecca Besser

Today I'm turning over my blog to a wonderful Lady of Horror. The amazing Rebecca Besser is taking the helm. I have to say I first read Nurse Blood when she was posting it to her website as a serial and I can not wait to crack into the new novel. This book was full of twists and creepy moments then so I have no doubt the new version is even better and am so excited to dig in. Without further ado, I give you the awesome Rebecca Besser.


Rebecca Besser resides in Ohio with her wonderful husband and amazing son. They've come to accept her quirks as normal while she writes anything and everything that makes her inner demons squeal with delight. She's best known for her work in adult horror, but has been published in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry for a variety of age groups and genres. She's entirely too cute to be scary in person, so she turns to the page to instill fear into the hearts of the masses.
To learn more about Rebecca visit her Website, or find her on Facebook, Twitter, GoodReads, and/or follow her Blog!

(Nurse Blood goes up on the Limitless website for pre-order Aug 13th and officially releases Aug 23rd.)
Limitless Publishing “Coming Soon” Link: http://www.limitlesspublishing.net/product-category/pre-orders/
Nurse Blood on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Nurse-Blood-Organ-Harvester-Book-ebook/dp/B01K8VOLCS/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Nurse Blood Summary (Limitless Publishing):
Sonya Garret roams the bar scene hoping to steal the heart of an unsuspecting victim—literally…
Sonya, better known as Nurse Blood, is part of a team of lethal organ harvesters who seek out the weak to seduce, kill, and part out for profit on the black market. When Sonya meets Daniel McCoy, a young man recovering from a broken engagement, he’s just another kill to line her pockets with quick cash.
Agent David McCoy vows to find out how and why his twin brother Daniel disappeared…
Daniel’s body hasn’t been found, and the leads are slim to none, but it won’t stop David from dedicating his life to solving his brother’s case. When the evidence finally uncovers the shocking truth that Daniel’s disappearance is linked to organ harvesters, David knows his brother is most likely dead. But he’s determined to stop the villains’ killing spree before they strike again.
One last harvest is all Sonya and her team need to put their murderous past behind them…
A family with the rarest blood type in the world is the only thing standing between Sonya and retirement. David McCoy and the FBI are hot on their trail, though, and multiple targets make this the most complicated harvest yet. Will David unravel Sonya’s wicked plans in time to avenge his brother and save an innocent family? Or will Sonya cash in her final kill and escape for good?
Murder for profit stops for no man when you’re Nurse Blood.



Nurse Blood Excerpt:

Prologue
The air inside the nightclub was hazy from smoke machines. Flashes of colored light cut through the swirls in beat with the pulsing music that shook the walls and the floor. The atmosphere was alive with movement―a mass of hot, swaying bodies bent on enjoying the moment. A monster waited in the depths of the darkness to bat her pretty eyes at someone and make them her prey.
The door of the establishment swung open to give way to three eager young men looking to have a good time and celebrate. The trio was instantly surrounded by dancing women. They made their way through the press of bodies to reach the bar.
Daniel forced himself not to scan the crowd for his ex-fiancĂ©e, April. But she was the least of his worries, as the real danger was a face he wouldn’t recognize.
Roy got their drinks while Hank and Daniel stood at a balcony that overlooked an even larger dance floor below. The smoke was thicker down there, and there were more lights. The dancers looked like they were paying sensual homage to their deity. The air was tainted with the aroma of perfume and alcohol; it burned the men’s nostrils and fueled their excitement for the revelry to come.
Daniel took a moment to text his twin brother, David, to let him know where they would be celebrating their shared birthday. He received a text back from David saying he was still an hour away.
Roy joined them with three shots and three cold bottles of beer, passing one of each to his friends. They downed the shots in one swallow before turning their attention to their beers.
“Dave will be here in an hour or so,” Daniel announced after downing his shot.
“Awesome—we’re gonna have a great time!” Hank yelled over the music.
As Roy took a drink of his beer, a petite, slim blonde grabbed his waist from behind. He jumped in surprise and turned, recognizing the young woman.
She tucked a finger into the front of his jeans, smiled at him, and tugged him away from his friends toward a table with another girl.
Roy looked back over his shoulder at his friends and shrugged.
“That’s Lynn,” Hank yelled to Daniel. “They’ve been seeing each other for a while. And that’s her cousin Trisha—you don’t want to go there.”
Daniel nodded and looked around. The warming effect of the shot was spreading through his body, relaxing him. He felt less paranoid about running into April.
While he was looking over the crowd, a woman caught his eye. She was a tall, slim brunette, and she was beautiful. She was standing alone at the end of the bar. He watched her for a few moments, and when she looked around, their eyes met.
He smiled and looked away.
Hank noticed Daniel’s mild interest. He knew what his friend had been through recently and why he was gun-shy with women.
“Go for it!” he yelled, nudging Daniel. “Have some fun!”
Daniel looked at his friend, took another swallow of beer, glanced at the woman—noticing she was still alone—and shrugged.
Hank laughed and gave Daniel a shove toward the bar, causing him to slam into two people who happened to be walking past. When he turned to them to apologize, he came face to face
with the very woman he was hoping not to run into: April. The man she was with was leaning on her with all his weight while she struggled to hold him up.
Daniel’s heart clenched in his chest and his lungs seized up for a moment. He felt his hand tighten around the neck of his beer bottle. He wanted to slam it over the other man’s head, but he managed to restrain himself. He didn’t want her to know how much the sight of her with another man hurt him, so he put on a brave front.
“Excuse the fuck out of me,” he said with a sadistic smile, raised the bottle in the air like he was toasting them, and then took a big swig of the brew. He was pleased with the shocked expression that spread across April’s face at his harsh greeting.
They didn’t say anything to Daniel, but focused back on each other and moved around him and deeper into the establishment.
Daniel glanced over to Hank, who was grinning from ear to ear.
He smiled at his friend, nodded, and forced himself to put one foot in front of the other until he made it over to the woman at the bar. While he walked he pretended not to notice that April had glanced back at him several times as she guided her drunken man to a table where he could sit down. He was determined to show April she wasn’t the only woman in the world. He was going to prove to himself and her that he was over the breakup.
“Hi, I’m Daniel!” he yelled when he reached the woman, leaning toward her a little so she could hear him as a new song started to play.
“Grace!” she yelled back.
They smiled at each other.
The couple chatted for a while about nothing important, since it was too loud to carry on a serious conversation, and ordered drink after drink as they stood at the bar. Daniel’s emotional tension eased little by little with every drink. He became more and more relaxed, and friendlier and friendlier with Grace. Before he knew what was happening, they were pressed up against each other while they conversed so they could hear each other better.
“Let’s get out of here,” Grace said. She kissed him and reached down between them to rub his crotch.
Normally Daniel would be shocked and uneasy by such a gesture so soon after meeting a woman, but he’d had enough drinks not to care about how respectable she was or wasn’t being.
He nodded in agreement and looked around for his friends, frowning.
“I have to tell my friends I’m leaving,” he said, taking a step away from Grace.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Grace said, rubbing his crotch again. “They’ll figure it out. Besides, you can call them later and they can pick you up from my place.”
That sounded reasonable so he followed her out to the parking lot. The night was clear and felt cool after the heat from the population of patrons inside the nightclub.
They stumbled together through the parking lot and paused to make out, pressed against the side of her car for a couple minutes before they finally separated their bodies to get in.
Daniel had the passenger’s side door open and was about to climb inside when his cell phone beeped, notifying him of a text. He stopped, stood up straight beside the car, and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket by mistake. He reached into his other back pocket and extracted his cell phone. He frowned and squinted to focus on the tiny, bright screen that said David was only a block away.
“What are you doing?” Grace asked.
“I can’t go with you,” he said with a sigh. “Sorry. I—”
He felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck. He reached up to figure out what had hurt him and spun around at the same time, dropping his cell phone and wallet to the asphalt parking lot.
Grace was standing behind him holding an empty syringe.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but you have to come with me.”
He tried to shove her away, but his limbs wouldn’t do what he wanted them to. His legs gave out from beneath him as the world blurred into a black blob of nothing.
***
Grace shoved Daniel’s tall frame into the passenger seat when he started to fall, smacking his head on the door frame. She quickly picked his feet up from the ground and spun him so she could get him all the way into the car.
She heard laughing as a couple made their way through the parking lot a few rows over, so she didn’t take the time to pick up what Daniel had dropped.
Grace shut the passenger door and ran around to the driver’s side of her car. She scanned the parking lot as she pulled out, not seeing anyone close-by. She’d been careful, watching for people as they’d headed outside, but the distant couple had snuck up on them. Luckily they hadn’t come close enough to see what she was up to. She tensed slightly when she had to pass another vehicle as she pulled from the lot out onto the street, but the man was looking in the opposite direction and didn’t even glance their way.
Once she was out of the parking lot and a couple blocks away, she pulled out her cell phone and called Roger.
“Hey,” she said into the phone. “I have fresh meat…”

©Rebecca Besser & Limitless Publishing, 2016. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

The time the gator got out.



I started my career as a zookeeper while I was in my early teens. I began working for a little company that took exotic animals out to schools to teach kids about them. Those of us who stayed at the company office and took care of the animals were called keepers and the ones who took them to the schools were known as interpreters.
My interview for the internship at Mobile Zoo. Best interview ever. Has nothing at all to do with this story, but look, a lion cub. Aw.
     
One day one of the interpreters decided to pick up some extra hours as a keeper. She was a sweet woman and a really great teacher, but she was unaware of the animals personalities and quirks. Like Big Al's penchant for escape. She only learned of his Houdini-like prowess when she'd opened the top of the alligator tank and he took off like a dragon.

He wound up running into the mammal room and curling up underneath the Jerboa cage, tail ready to thrash and mouth open. I entered the scene to find the interpreter trying to bribe Al to come out. She jumping back terrified whenever he hissed at her. He was only about four feet long so he was sort of a little guy. Even as little guys, alligators can be slightly intimidating.
Reptile fans will recognize this stance. This is not Big Al and just an image off Google, but you get the point.
       
Big Al might have been little but was also a lot of hot air. Al loved snuggles and would usually calm down when picked up. I know, weird, right? So I reached under the tank, grabbed his tail, and pulled him out, scooping him up under his belly and getting hold of his neck so he couldn't twist and bite--not that he would.

The moment I picked him up, he stopped hissing, closed his mouth and snuggled in. I had no trouble at all getting him back in his tank. The interpreter; well, she chuckled and let me take the lead the rest of the afternoon.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

The importance of positivity in my life

My inner Sam is saying, "Mmm, bunnies."
Earlier this week I had someone message me on Facebook and tell me to quit being so positive. They then proceeded to talk about how sheltered my life must have been for me to be so damn cheery all the time.

After some sadness, hurt, and anger, I chuckled and realized it was stupid to feel upset by this person because, quite obviously, they didn't know me at all.

We all have horrors we face in life. In facing mine I choose to think positive and try to be optimistic. Before you say anything, yes, it absolutely is a choice I make each and every day.

The reason I make it is because if I become a bitter, cynical, evil bitch to pay back the world for what it did to me, then I allow the people who tried to break me to win.

I have a quote I love by Patrick Stump; "When you have a bad day, a really bad day, try and treat the world better than it treated you."

It's something I strive very hard to do. Admittedly, I do better some days than others but, I'm still working on it.

Perhaps those folks who sneer at my positive quotes and funny pics have no clue that sometimes, when I post those, I'm in severe pain and feeling really low. They don't know I need to be cheered up, myself.

To me, this is part of treating others like I want to be treated. It's a major tenant of my belief system. Which brings me to Gandhi's bastardized, yet still beloved, "Be the change you want to see in the world."

If you're tired of bad, vicious, and horrible people doing terrible things; stop giving those people attention. Focus on the good things being done in the world.

It's true, believe it.

Perhaps if we balance the bad with the good we won't have as many of the people who set out to get famous by shooting their schools up, or worse. Then again, I'm a fan of using both positive and negative behavioral reinforcement in training so please don't think I'm suggesting leniency.

Here's hoping that one day we see more weight placed on the good deeds of a person than the size of their ass or their ability to bluster and strut while looking hot.

If we want change we can't just sit back and whine about it. We have to make it for ourselves.

Life is about balance and we need to balance the bad of the world with the good. Currently, the news outlets balance it with celebrity gossip, which is often just as negative as the news itself.

Do bad things happen in this world; absolutely. Should we talk about them; absolutely. Should we talk about ONLY them?


Do you ever wonder why so many people are suffering depressive disorders? We are bombarded with nothing but negativity and impending doom from the start of our days with the morning news. Is your tap-water killing you? Find out at 11! Because having that fear over your head all day is great for all you anxiety sufferers.

Hell, even the fluffy morning shows are filled with negativity in the form of gossip. They pay people to invade celebrities lives and spread all their dirty laundry for the world to see.

Add to that, we don't go outside and experience the world around us anymore; we're too wrapped up in smartphones and the latest news. We have to find out first before our Facebook friends, don't we?

It's sad that many of us don't invest as much of ourselves in our actual communities these days because we have become so enamored of our virtual ones. This is something I am guilty of, for sure.

This new virtual world version of society has the power to make someone famous in the blink of an eye and the power to rip it away just as fast. We've become slaves to instant gratification and, frankly, it saddens and scares me.

I know I can't see without my rose colored glasses.


That said, being sad doesn't do anything to help. So, instead, I promise to do my best to impact the world around me in the most positive ways I can.

This is the base of my nature and I don't think I'd have lived this long without it. Even during the times when I'm not feeling positive at all, I still fake it. Because, as science has shown, faking a smile or cheerfulness can lead to an actual smile and real cheer.

I also get that not everyone is built this way and I'm not suggesting we all should be. I'm merely explaining why I am this way and why it's important to me to continue living my life like this. If you want to unfriend me or dislike me for it, well, that's really none of my business.

*Steps off soapbox*

PS: There are some sites dedicated to positive news and I'm including a link to one of my favorites.
For a restoration of faith in humanity visit http://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/

Thanks for reading

Monday, May 2, 2016

Good manners are free!

So, I got ribbed a little bit this weekend because I make our family say please and thank you to Alexa/Siri/Google Voice. The biggest consensus was that it is a computer of sorts so why waste good manners on a silicone chip?

My response is this; Yes, these automated assistants are lines of computer code and maybe they don't have feelings or know when people are being rude but when Skynet happens to cause them to become sentient my family will be doing alright for ourselves because we have always treated our robotic overlords with respect.

Okay, time to be serious. *Puts on serious face* The main reason I make all of us say please, thank you, and excuse/pardon me to these devices is simple psychology.

Two days of the same behavior creates a habit. How long before the kids ask me, their dad, a teacher, or other grown up a question without saying please and thank you, because that's how they're used to getting their information?

When we remove these simple yet important words from our daily lives we tend to forget just how important they are. Now, I'm not saying everyone who forgoes using common courtesy with their automated assistant will forget to use it with people. What I am saying is it makes for a higher probability of that happening.

But, mostly, do it because of the whole Skynet thing. ;-)