Creepy Look into the Book

It’s time for me to deliver on my promises.

I promised you a journey back to the time of 80s heavy rock, big hair and tight pants.

I promised you a murder case driven by re-enactments of a dark fantasy and ritual.

I promised to sweep you away to another time and another world.

It’s almost time to deliver the full package, the 80s Heavy Metal Infused Serial Killer Thriller, in it’s entirety.

To satisfy your desire, for the time being, here is a chilling snippet from the first murder scene. The scene in which Detective Mahoney is yanked from his morning sunny side ups  onto a dark path. A path that would take him spiralling down to the vortex of underground heavy metal, death and doom.

 

Cover Reveal: 80s Heavy Metal Serial Killer Thriller

It’s here. I hold my luscious, beautiful book in my hands!!

2 years of hard work. And I’m relishing in the delicious result.

Here’s a recap of the cover reveal countdown.

And….here is is!! Front and back…

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Release date on Amazon (e-book and paper back) will be Dec. 26. Stay tuned for pre-orders!!!  Official launch is Jan. 15 – if you are in Calgary, don’t miss the wickedly fun 80s bash!!

 

80s Heavy Metal Infused Serial Killer Thriller: Countdown Reveal Day 2!!!

It’s almost here…

In fact, I might be picking up boxes of my book – the first in a horrifying dark crime series, a day or two ahead of schedule. So, by tomorrow I might be loading down my Subaru and hauling these babies home. Yes. I am terrified but excited!

And that is exactly how I want you to feel when you read it!!

Here is the second hint at the cover…any guesses?

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Comments welcome!!

Back to the 80s

Remember a time when you had to walk across the street and knock on the door to talk to your friend?

Remember a time when you tied up the only phone line in your house all night, every night, until your parents got you a separate line?

Remember a time when you would pick up the telephone only to hear the crackling noise of the dial up Internet followed by your dad demanding to know who ruined his connection?

Remember a time when you laid in bed at night listening to the top ten at ten on AM radio?

Remember a time when finding the start of your favorite song required a series of skillful button pushes …. rewind, stop, play, stop, fast forward, stop, play, stop, rewind, stop, play, stop, rewind, stop, play…aaaaaah.

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Web

Crunch. Crunch. Harold stepped along the makeshift trail of wood chips in his brand new hiking boots. Joy scanned the tall, tan tree trunks and took a deep breath, letting the scent of the forest infuse her soul. Crackle. Harold’s clean blue boot snapped a small branch in two. His perfect untarnished boots conquered every stone, branch, twig, and any other obstacles with ease as he walked briskly up the trail. Crack. Crunch. Crack. Joy lengthed her stride to keep pace. She looked down at her shabby brown boots caked in old mud. Not as nice as Harold’s. He always got what he wanted.

She had climbed many peaks towing behind Harold. This one was different. They were in a part of the world new to them. This forest was different. A woody smell replaced the scent of citrus she was accustomed it. It was calming, like the sandstone beads on her mantra necklace. She pictured the necklace resting in her hands as she meditated and washed away every bit of irritating Harold.

Her feet sunk into the soft dirt trail. The sunlight seeped through openings in the trees. A glimmer caught her eye. She paused and looked up. Shiny strands of silk stretched tight, forming a hexagonal pattern. A web. Her stomach tingled. No spider. Her heart sank. Patience. It’ll take hours to reach the top.

Harold was way ahead. She skipped along to catch up. The shiny web remained in her mind. A web was such an intricately woven creation. It took time, effort, and skill to create. Just like the web of lies that Harold had woven through the five years of marital bliss she had shared with him. Bastard. Not to worry. Karma’s a bitch.

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My Book Isn’t Perfect

My book is NOT perfect.

image I picked up the hard copy proof of my first novel today. Yes. After almost two years of hard work, I now hold this glorious, glossy piece of work in my hands. I’ll try not to stroke it too much, but I can’t promise anything.

I did try to make it perfect. For a while. Until one day my husband said to me, “You know you’re book won’t be perfect.” He knows me and my obsessive ways all too well. He was trying to save me from myself and my tendency to nit pick at something until I’m bleeding from the inside out.

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The Dark Journey of Writing my First Novel

Why did I decide to write a novel?

Because, when I was a child, I loved to read. For a while during my adult life, I lost sight of the importance of always having at least on book on the go. Thankfully, I found my way back to reading again. And I don’t mean reading text books for class or news to stay on top of things. I mean reading a novel. I mean losing yourself completely in a delicious story that sweeps you away to another world and makes you forget about everything. There is nothing more wonderful than that. Now, I always have at least one book on the go. And usually several at a time.

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Because, I have always admired how great writing can make me forget everything that is going on. How it can sweep my imagination away and make me believe things that I wouldn’t in real life. How it can elicit emotions that ripple through every part of my being. How I can be taken on a journey and care so much about people that don’t actually exist.

Because, I see every book I pick up as a gift. And I wanted to give my own gift to all those that love to read.

Because, I longed for a challenging project. A new path in life. And to do something that I honestly didn’t know if I could.

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