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An important announcement, which by the way, only applies to one person out of more than half a million (readers of the blog).

If you want to comment about a subscription to my blog (I don't have a list), please don't comment on a post offering a discount for a book. the place to comment is privately in a message or using the CONTACT FORM on my blog. It's just common sense and courtesy, really.

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Expect the Unexpected!

I don't like just being online only to market my books. I like writing too much. And since it's taken me nearly two years to enjoy writing again, I'm going to write as well as market.

Inspiration has returned and with it, a sense of adventure. I want to entertain and please myself too! I've had stories, including flash, become novels. So who knows where it will all go and meanwhile it's fun!

I wrote a flash piece today about an evil fairy. Hope you like it.

I'll be blogging more and writing more. This, I will do as I work on my work in progress. The wip is a lot of fun and so is blogging and writing. Writing is a part of me. It's who I am, so I do it!

I'm experimenting and it's fun. But the main thing is to write. When I lost my husband, I didn't think I'd write again. I mean I had other concerns, but it's back and so am I.

LUCY, THE EVIL FAIRY

Lucy was Tinkerbell’s older sister. She had a mustache and her eyebrows grew together.

She had tried to kill Tinkerbell with poison over the years, but nothing worked. She wrote a book about fairies being immune to most poisons. No one wants to publish it. You'll see why in a second. 

It would be cathartic if it was published. Lucy has a lot of hostility in her. 

For example, before Tinkerbell flew off to have adventures, Lucy did try to superglue her wings together but Disney’s Fairy Police bitch slapped her.

Lucy started to drink. She wound up prostituting herself. Eventually she contracted a STD and now has become a missionary. No one thinks her idea of going to the Mid-East to broker a peace deal is workable. She is sincere though.

She’s basically insane but like most crazy people, she is interesting to talk to. The thing is, you wouldn’t want to visit her with the door closed and no guard in sight. I left out some pertinent info. Lucy is at a mental health facility in Florida. It’s funded by generous contributions from a certain studio known for its cartoons and family-oriented films and theme parks. The grants are to aid in the rehabilitation of insane and addicted former cartoon stars.

Few know of its existence. But it’s so full, many referrals, urgent though they are, are turned away.

Visiting hours are never a problem as no one ever visits. For one thing, there is the paparazzi lurking. They freelance for other studios in competition with the bigly one that maintains a low profile here, anyway.

When a bus ferrying the arrivals is spotted, the crazy former cartooners rush forward, they taunt and ridicule the newbies and take bets on ‘who will be the first to crack’ on their first night. Yeah, just like that story by you know who.

I bet you want to know who I am. I’m Pinocchio’s mummy, forget about Geppetto, already! It wasn’t an easy birth you know!

Well, bye for now. I’ll see if I can think of more to tell you about the other inmates here. Just remember, there’s no business like business or the business of writing.

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New Group! For Readers and Writers of Dark Paranormal Romantic Fiction

First let me say that I think horror should be DARK, DEADLY AND DANGEROUS. If it isn't, why call it horror?

That brings me to the reasons for this post. I created a new group on Facebook. I did this because I felt the need to have such a group with a tight focus. I have two other groups on Facebook for horror fiction which have a wider focus.

As a woman who writes horror, I often feel difficulty in getting the word out with regard to offers and announcements. Sometimes women act like some demon out of Revelations has started consuming souls and it's time to call in the exorcist. Granted, my fiction isn't for everyone, I'll admit that--but I bat for the good guys. That means the forces of darkness don't win. Although I write contemporary horror which might be darkly humorous, my novels are dark. The vampires in them are demonic and you won't find and vegans.

My latest release is about a mass murderer with absolute powers. I didn't water anything down because it would have been morally wrong in my estimation.

I always say horror is a broad genre and there's room for light, dark--sexy and not. Readers, take your pick. If you know that you like dark stuff, in other words when reading a Gothic romance, do you want it to have more serious dark elements or not? If your answer is that you'd like your villains to be sexy and very dangerous, then you like the dark.

The new group is called DARK PARANORMAL ROMANCE, OFFERS & EXCERTS 

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Reading!

I am so pleased I'm able to read again. I could read after my darling John died, but it was difficult to be focused, as in quite an ordeal, but then again, coping wasn't easy either. Well! When I started my new work in progress, that all changed. I write every day and am making headway.

It's not horror, it's fantasy and full of fun and humour. It's just what I want to do now. But as I'm very loyal to my publisher, Creativia--I promote my horror books but I also do it for readers that like my horror.

My Amazon Author Page is a great source to see what's out there in the way of horror. There are seven novels and a collection of short stories plus a number of anthologies I am published in.

But wait, I rambled! I'm reading things I never read before. Books like Watership Down, Alice in Wonderand, The Fox and the Hounds (not the Disney Cartoon)! Also dipping into the classics again. I'm seeing the stories now through the eyes of a reader with more experience of life than I had in my youth. I'm able to appreciate them more, too--from having lived and suffered. One book that I'll never forget is Zola's Therese Raquin, if you haven't read it, read it! It's visceral. It will surgically cut into your innards with its emotion and darkness. Zola knew people, that is, human nature better than most authors I've read.

I was involved in writing horror for so long that I often forgot about all the other genres, although I would occasionally dive into everything from romance to adventure. But now, after having suffered profound grief, I decided it was time to read whatever came into my head.

There's a great collection of Steinbeck's short novels which led to East of Eden and Grapes of Wrath. I'm glad I can adjust the kindle font. One of the fab reasons for having a kindle when you're getting on!

This past winter I read a lot of Roald Dahl. I read him before, but they just made more of an impression now. JK Rowling, I was reading when the books first came out, but it's time for a re-read.

Lately, I've been thinking of how the stories became so real to me, how the characters mean so much to me--it's almost like company whenever I want. It gave me the idea for another project actually!

Reading is vital, we know that as writers. I knew it, too but I didn't realize to what extent the stories and characters could invade my soul and bring purpose back into my life. And that is great.

Love this quote:

"NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS MOVIE."

The Nightmare Begins in Book One!

The nightmare began long ago in Rose's childhood. The sin that started then eventually brought her to Blackstone House and the vampires...

"It all started shortly before I fell asleep. I heard the sound of carriages and people chattering and I went to the window to see. It was hard to see much as the carriages were probably near the front door.

I could have waited to see them as they rode down the drive to head back from whence they came, but truly I was far too tired to bother and went back to bed.

I fell asleep then and didn’t wake until I heard shouts and raucous laughter. 

I will admit to being nosey, for I returned to the window. A light shone upon the moors, bright enough for me to see figures emerge from the shadows. I saw the figure of a naked girl rush out giggling…with a man in pursuit. At first I thought they were going to kiss but then he moved toward her neck—and she cried out, not in pain but in pleasure. He then laid her down upon the ground, kneeling too but not in an intimate way—for he was bent over her neck.

Not more than a moment later a swarm of hooded figures appeared, but they were not walking! They flew like a flock of birds, gracefully, gliding up and down, before landing upon the girl. They covered her completely—moving back and forth upon her like a great black wave.

If that was fearful I wasn’t prepared for the next sight, that of a cloaked figure leading a goat onto the moors.

A circle formed around the goat and chanting began, chanting that grew wilder. And then all of a sudden, the goat turned into a man! I could not see his face, but I did see he was unclothed.

Mrs. Darton appeared then. She seemed to glance up toward the house. I knew she couldn’t see me; besides, she looked past my window toward Louis’ window.

They all began to move then in the direction of the altar stone the children had shown me.

It grew quiet after that but then I heard a blood curdling scream and I saw someone rush out, pursued by two others. It looked like a young girl, but she was caught and pulled back. I must have fainted then.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious but I woke to find myself in my bed. Dora was sitting in a chair. “Mr. Darton sent me Miss because you were screaming.”

“Screaming? Was I?”

“Yes Miss, having a nightmare I expect.”

Could I have dreamt it all? I didn’t think so. “But I saw something, Dora.”

“What did you see, Miss?”

Her voice wavered and I thought she was getting ready to lie but I went on. “I saw something strange on the moors.”

She began to fidget with her hands just then. “What exactly did you see?”

I told her. She shook her head. “They have some people over but they haven’t been out to the moors, at least I don’t think so.”

“There’s something out there Dora, I’m not stupid or insane. I’ve seen a lot of activity out there. Does it have something to do with Mr. Darton’s club or whatever it is?”

She yawned then and stood up. “I am tired now, Miss and as you seem well enough I shall take my leave of you.”

I was too annoyed to say anything. I just watched her slip out and close the door.

No one was going to make me feel unsure of myself anymore; I was going to be stronger than that. I was determined to find out for myself what had happened, for something had.

And so I stole out to the moors in the direction of the altar stone. I stood there for some moments wondering where they had all gone, but then I noticed what looked like a tunnel. I could hear laughter and talking--screams and other sounds too, coming from somewhere deep inside. I decided to see what was happening.

It was dark but there were candles about. I continued on toward the sound. People moved about somewhere close by, sending flickering shadows along the walls ahead of me.

Creeping along a little more I saw chambers—enclosed areas filled with cushions and people… people doing things to one another.

I didn’t realize what they were doing at first but then I did, and I nearly cried out. Handsomely dressed men and women lay prostrate on the makeshift beds, offering their necks, their arms, their bodies, so that their mates – black-clothed figures – could bite into their flesh and drink their blood!

I watched in horror while the victims moaned with ecstasy while the predators licked the flowing blood from their skin. They loved it so much, they called out for the most indecent things to be done to them.

Then the clothing was discarded and men and women in all sorts of combinations began to pleasure one another.

Meanwhile they continued to feast on one another, and those they feasted on were screaming their delight!

I turned to run, but someone grabbed me. I managed to break free, and started to run as fast as I could.

I did finally emerge back onto the moors, only to be grabbed again and pushed to the ground. A girl held me down, a girl I recognized, a girl whose chin was caked in blood.

She was Imogene, the nasty one from the club. She reached for me and bent over me. “I will show you pleasure, I will show you worlds you cannot imagine!”

“No! No!” I cried, somehow managing to break away from her. I ran again as fast as I could. She chased after me but suddenly stopped to sniff the air. She then fell upon the ground.

At first I didn’t realize what she was doing, I only understood when she looked up and smiled. “Virgin blood, sweet to the taste!”

I don’t remember screaming. All I know is I was soon surrounded by a sea of anxious faces..."

***

  “The figure of the gothic child was there. Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance! At the heart of her writing one stumbles upon a genuine search for that darkness we lost with the loss of Stoker."

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eFestival of Words 2014: Best Villain, Eco/ Best Horror, The House on Blackstone Moor

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I wrote the book after having read several non-fiction books about Bathory. But when I read a novel which watered down her murderous insanity, I began writing this book.

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When I was thinking about how to write about this monster, I thought what if she became immortal? What then? I show that in my book. She does become immortal and she goes on and on...
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