Monday 30 December 2019

Book Release for Rose by Jewels Arthur

I am so excited that ROSE: A STANDALONE PARANORMAL REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE by Jewels Arthur is available now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Jewels Arthur, be sure to check out all the details below.
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About the Book: 
Author: Jewels Arthur
Pub. Date: December 30, 2019
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 156
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Meet Rosalie, or Rose for short, she is a gorgeous plus sized heroine who is about to get mixed up in a whole 'nother world!

Rose has a night job at a bar in Silver Springs called Vee. She loves it because it gives her freedom, free drinks every night, and she gets to spend time with the 3 oh so sexy owners of the bar.

What Rose doesn't know is that these guys have a dark and dangerous secret and the bar she works at isn't quite what it seems.

Rose's attraction to these guys is strong but she thinks she has no chance. The guys are drawn to Rose but they know they could never date a human. Insert one magical PSL then Rose's world is flipped upside down.

Rose is a standalone reverse harem romance.

“Good evening, Rosalie.” I hear the silky smooth voice before I see him, and I can already feel the butterflies in my stomach—Finn.
“Hey, Finn. How are you?” I reply in what I hope is a sultry voice. I normally just end up sounding nasally, and I know my cheeks are probably reddening. Just being around him and his brothers makes me lose any confidence I have.
“Living the life,” Finn answers with a chuckle, as he leans across the bar toward me, his hand inches from mine. “You look beautiful tonight. Anyone special coming in?” I hear a note of jealousy in his tone, but shrug it off as my imagination. I’ve made it clear that I think he’s hot, so if he’s interested he would have made his move by now.
“Everyone that comes in is special, silly,” I respond with a laugh. “I just wanted to dress up tonight. Sometimes it’s fun to get all cute, even if you’re just going to work.”
“I don’t think you need to get so dressed up to tempt the men here.” His words and the smile that graces his face make my cheeks burn, and I tilt my head forward to cover my embarrassment with my hair, using the opportunity to clean the bar top with a rag.
“Are you swooning over our beautiful bartender, Finn?”
I bite my lip as I take in Dean, who’s approaching from the back. I scan his body, barely suppressing the moan it evokes from me. He’s wearing dark jeans that are tight in all the right places, paired with a slightly tight black band t-shirt, making him completely droolworthy. He catches me staring and clears his throat with a chuckle. “You look gorgeous, Rose. Why are you wasting your time with my pitiful brother?”
“Uh, hi, D-Dean,” I stammer, dropping the rag to the floor. I take a step back, planning to pick it up, causing my heel to catch on the stone tile floor and snap. I squeak loudly as I fall backward, straight onto my bottom, sending shooting pains up my back. “Son of a bitch!” I groan, looking up to see Dean staring at me in surprise.
“Rose! Are you okay?” Dean crouches down and puts his hand on my shoulder.
Tears burn my eyes as I use all my willpower to suck them back into my skull. I can already feel that my ass is going to be bruised, as well as my ego. “Yes, I’m fine. Just bruised and embarrassed,” I say as I stand up. I’m immediately lopsided due to my broken heel, and groan at the thought of working barefoot all night.
“Well, that’s broken,” Finn notes, as he bends over to pick up the heel of my shoe.
“I know. Fuck, these are new,” I mutter under my breath.
Dean sets me on a barstool and begins taking off my shoes. I immediately feel goosebumps erupt on my skin as I look down at the way too sexy man. “Uh, thanks,” I murmur, summoning a smile to his face. I feel my cheeks heat with a blush at my reaction to him and the knowledge that I’m not hiding it very well.
Dean looks back at his brother as he sets the broken shoe on the floor.
 “Finn, can you get those black flip-flops upstairs?” he asks his brother, then turns back to face me. “You’re a what? Eight? Eight and a half?”
I squint my eyes at him and slowly reply, “Yes, I’m an eight. How would you know that?”
“Lucky guess,” he answers, just as Finn reappears at the door. He tosses the flip-flops to Dean who slips them onto my feet before helping me back onto the ground. “There you go. Perfect, although it was nicer when we were closer in height.” His laughter causes butterflies to fly in my stomach again and it feels as if they are permanently there. I try to push why he would just happen to have women’s flip-flops in their apartment out of my mind, concentrating on what his proximity is doing to my body.
I open my lips, ready to say something, something cute or sexy I hope, but I’m cut off when he places a finger on my chin and smiles just before he steps away. It feels as if the breath rushes from my body in a whoosh when he’s no longer so close to me. Relief and sadness overwhelm me. They are so fucking hot. Like, unfairly hot.

About Jewels:

Jewels Arthur has lived in Central Illinois her entire life, she is a small town girl at heart and is terrified of city life. She grew up on a farm with 27 barn cats, video games, movies, and books to keep her company. She is obsessed with romance and swoon. As a hopeless romantic she wants everyone around her to be in love and wants to read about love all the time. She got married at 19 (suprise suprise) and she had a beautiful baby girl 3 years later when she finished college. Her obsession with love led her to decide that she needed to write her own swoony books, with a bit of dirty of course ;)

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Wednesday 18 December 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 12/18/19

Ladies and gentlemen, the season is upon us. My favourite time of year. The season I look forward to all year long.

Burying bodies in the snow.

For all it’s faults, I thank my lucky stars every day that I live in a city that gets below freezing on a regular basis for months on end and snows like our economy doesn’t depend on it.

It wasn’t a deciding factor for the move, but this new place is also very cold and snowy.

All that potential. All that destroyed evidence.

I’ve been showing Casey all the great things that snow can do to a body – living or dead. In keeping with some past weeks’ themes, I’ve planted a tree in a forest using a body as a base through which the roots will weave. Even if that corpse ever resurfaces, it will be too badly damaged and I will be long gone.

I ran the night man at a local hockey rink (low-fi, no security to speak of) over with his own Zamboni and made it look like he fell off and it was a freak accident. Weirdly messy. And that thing can speed up.

Then I drugged a man unconscious then turned him into a snowman. He froze to death before he ever woke up. Then I carved a few simples with blood from his palm and made it look like I was emulating the movie The Snowman.

Okay, so I’ve never seen Snowman (the snowman?) but I got the gist of it.

The funnest part about that one was building the snowballs with Casey. It’s something I never thought I would get to share with one of my children. Jason would have nothing to do with it and Sandra…

Sandra was gone before the first snow fell.

So now I have Casey to share these things with and it’s not quite the same but it is really nice. Having her around has been really nice.

I wish I knew more about her. Where she came from. Who her mother was. James doesn’t know a lot and I haven’t dared press her about it. Losing all that family must have been like…

An unhappy beginning.

That poor girl. I’m so glad to see she’s handling it in a healthy way.

I haven’t decided if you will get an update next week seeing as it’s Christmas Day but we’ll see. Maybe a ‘not-so Mid-Week update’?

All my love to you and yours this year.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Wednesday 11 December 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 12/11/19

This week’s theme is: mother nature and the powers she holds.

Over the weekend, we committed basement man’s body to the earth and she swallowed him up in a couple of hours. After we’d dug a few holes for his body parts around town and poured the rest in an active construction site to be cemented over early in the morning. But then he was gone, committed back to the earth as we are all going to be eventually. He would have gone kicking and screaming if we hadn’t previously burned off his tongue, broke his left leg into 26 pieces, and removed his right leg to the knee. We really got creative with him.

But after everything we’d done to him, he still returned to nature. It was strangely beautiful. I started thinking about how mother nature has been a more brutal killer than me. How completely she can tear someone apart or slowly destroy them. And all the different ways the simplest, more innocent things can bring about the end.

So this week’s theme as I teach Casey through practical means, is to explore creative, natural ways to take a life. Someone of it might be literal like impaling someone in the forest, or using poisonous herbs and slipping them to a stranger on the sidewalk, or burying someone alive and watching as she earth takes them from the inside out. I’ve got a couple of ideas (clearly) but if you’ve got any, I’d love for you to share them.

P.S., Casey is picking this all up incredibly well. She’s taken a liking to sharp objects which I think is a perfect starter for her. The way she slit basement man’s throat so deep it fell back and was hanging by the skin of his neck was very impressive.

I know, I know, this isn’t her first rodeo but she’s taken to it very well and she’s listening to my instruction. I did worry that her teenage brain would refuse to listen because she already has experience but that girl continues to surprise me.

I’m glad I didn’t kill her.

I wonder if there are other people I regret murdering…


So we’re focusing on nature and her destructive force and so far, it’s been really fun to get back to my roots.

Get it?


I’m funny.

But things are looking up lately. At least they aren’t getting worse.

Shit. I just jinxed it, didn’t I.

Oh well.

Bring it on, universe!

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Wednesday 4 December 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 12/04/19

The body in the basement is beginning to smell.

He’s not dead yet but weeks of torture with no shower or bathroom have created a cloud of…disgustingness that is spreading to the rest of the house. No amount of Febreeze is going to save this so we’re currently brainstorming other solutions. If you have any suggestions, dear readers, please pass them on.

I think I’m almost ready to let him die. It’s becoming boring and tedious to keep him alive and Casey has learned all she can from him. I think I’ll let her choose his method of death and then show her my favourite body disposal area: construction sites.

So you know: if you’ve ever lived in my town of [redacted] and you’re living in a building that’s been built or majorly renovated in the last twenty years, there’s likely a body or body parts in the support. How fun is that?

I think she’ll like the trip. It’ll be a little pre-Christmas treat.

I haven’t decided what we’re going to do for Christmas this year. I haven’t exactly told my mother that we moved away. Or that Jason is gone. Or that Casey exists. I haven’t talked to her in a while. Have seen my dad since we moved him into a home either. I know, I’m a horrible daughter for not visiting him but it’s been a hectic couple of months.

So that tradition of my parents scrutinizing every aspect of my life is gone. Oh no. I thought it’d be nice to spend some time just the three of us. This will be the first Christmas with Casey – and the first without Jason – I think we could all do with a quite holiday.

It’s hard to believe it’s already December. James forgot his birthday on Monday so we surprised him with a simple dinner out at a mid-tier restaurant. All of us together like a normal family. I liked it. Not for all the time, mind you, I need a little action and adventure, but it was really nice to see everyone smiling.

It gave me hope. Maybe we can have it all.

Or at least we’ll kill trying.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Wednesday 27 November 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 11/27/19

I love Murder. And I love that we live in such a fucked up society that there are hundreds and thousands of people who love murder, too. Differently, but love it. Love talking about it, love researching it, love writing about it. I have an endless source of inspiration and an easy coverup for my Google search history.

Bless My Favourite Murder for being my emotional outlet as I abstain from killing. Oh, I’ve been maiming all week but I have decided to give this kill to Casey. The man in the basement will be her first under my tutelage. It’s fitting, I think.

James was able to walk down to the basement to see him yesterday. He’s on crutches and he’s in a lot of pain. But he got in some good blows with one of the crutches so he seems to be handling it all very well.

God, I’m so tired.

I haven’t been sleeping well. Between taking care of James and, finding extra temporary work, and the man in the basement screaming at all hours of the night, it’s been hard to get a full night’s sleep. We’ve stuck rags in his mouth and taped it shut but we can still hear him sometimes. I wonder if there’s a way to remove his vocal chords but not his windpipe. Wouldn’t want him to stop breathing. I just don’t want him to make a sound anymore.

And I can research that because there are people in this world who love to Google disturbing shit and it’s okay because I listen to podcasts where people talk about the same disturbing shit. I’m sure some killer has torn out internal organs but kept their victim alive. If not, I’m sure someone has posed the “hypothetical” question.

I say “hypothetical” in quotations because there was a time in my career as a serial killer when I would go through Reddit and find those hypothetical murder thought experiments and test them out to see if they would work. Some of them were pretty clever. The one I did with the needle in the eye and plucked out their eyeballs? Got it on the internet.

Crowd sourcing my murder ideas was genius.

I haven’t actually decided if I’m ready for the man in the basement to die but when I am, James knows that Casey will be the one swinging the axes.

Oh, now there’s an idea. We could chop him up. Slowly feed him to neighbourhood dogs and the like. That might be fun. But as this is a family affair, I’ll discuss it with the others to see what they think is the right way for him to die.

I asked James if he was angry at him for the shooting. If he wanted revenge – because if he wanted it, I would give it to him without question. He said he is angry but he always said ‘to be alive to see his family take their vengeance is more than satisfying’. So Casey will have her first kill under my watchful eye. When I decide we’re ready to let go of experimenting on him.

I have to admit, it has been fun to play with him. To see all the different ways I can hurt him. Keep him begging for death but never deliver it. Now that is revenge.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Wednesday 20 November 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 11/20/19

Not much of an update this week.

James is home, recovering. Casey is learning a lot from the torture and mutilation of the man in the basement. I have chosen not to dignify his life with a name – even a fake one for blogging purposes. He doesn’t deserve it.

I know you’re thinking: You’ve encountered so many dangerous and evil men, why is one man who shot a few police officers worth all this trouble. To you I say

Grow the fuck up.

I have room in my heart to murder every bad person in the world. It’ll just take some time. And for a man who hurt my husband, I will clear my schedule. No one gets to hurt my family but me.

I still haven’t heard from Jason. If I get a Christmas card, I’ll be happy. I think about him a lot. Where he is. What he might be doing. If he’s happy. I really hope he’s happy. I miss him. I’m growing to enjoy Casey’s company but of all the children I didn’t give birth to, he was the one I want to reach the most. But I never could.

We are getting melancholy and realistic today.

I had better stop before I head down a rabbit hole I have no intention of approaching on this random Wednesday.

So I am going to go slice off basement man’s ear before I head to work. Maybe that will help.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Wednesday 13 November 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 11/13/19

I love my husband very much. He would do anything for me. And in a world of so much uncertainty, the promise of loyalty is incredibly alluring. We met and married because he wanted to protect me from the world that would destroy me. And I took advantage of that desire. The love came later. But it’s there. And it is overpowering some days. How much one person can love another. How it can eat you alive when they’re lost or hurt. Knowing there is nothing you’re not capable of if someone hurt them.

But the world doesn’t operate on gut instinct and a need for revenge. Things would be very different otherwise.

On Friday, a man stood outside the correctional facility where James works and opened fire. He had an automatic weapon which he purchased after being let go from his job as a cook there. Two officers were killed, three people were injured, and the man got away. It all happened in about ten minutes.

I waited eleven years to get the phone call telling me that my husband wasn’t coming home. And when news came of what had happened and a moment later, my phone rang. I almost didn’t answer it.

My heart broke before I even accepted the call. And that pain became anger at the person who took him from me. I swore – I actually swore – that I would end his life very slowly.

James is alive.

Casey thought I was crazy when my legs gave out and I sat on the floor for rest of the phone call. I was so relieved and barely heard the details.

Injured in the line of duty and at the hospital waiting for surgery.

Not dead.

He’s alive. His leg is pretty mangled but he gets to keep it and I will be with him through every step of his recovery. I didn’t leave his side for four days. I smelled like shit – living in a hospital will do that – and thank god Casey had the forethought to come after school and bring a change of clothes and do her homework in his room.

But then I took her home. James reminded me that I have other responsibilities and my being there would not change anything, but it would do wonders to be there for the young girl at home.

He’s coming home today. The doctors said there’s nothing left to do but recover. He’ll go back for physical therapy and other treatments but he gets to come home. Thank god for government jobs with decent health insurance. We’re not completely paying out of pocket. Completely.

Words cannot describe how happy I am that my husband is alive and safe and coming home to me.

But someone hurt him. Someone hurt the love of my life. Someone has eluded the authorities. That someone is tied up in my basement.

He will die. Slowly. I’m going to bleed him. And when he tries to die, I will save him. So I can do it over again. And then I’m going to let Casey learn how long it takes to drain a body of blood. How much sound proofing is required to drown out the sounds of screaming. How much pressure it takes to sever a finger. And then ten. She will learn how to kill and I will keep him alive as long as possible. He will be a head, loose from its body. Begging for death. And I still won’t grant it.

We’re going to christen the new house with blood.

And it sure as fuck will make me feel better.

As always, dear readers,

Stay out of the basement

Wednesday 6 November 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 11/06/19

Sometimes I have dreams of being a more creative killer. The kind corporate Hollywood makes movies about to appear edgy. The type of person who creates elaborate contraptions and traps to make the most gruesome deaths possible.

It’s less about regret that I’m not a more imaginative murderer, it’s more of an intellectual experiment to see how far I can take it before I have to remind myself that I have a life outside of murder. And bills to pay on top of that. And where on earth would you buy half of that equipment without appearing on a list?

What I occasionally lack in creativity, I make up for in longevity and I am perfectly fine with that.

Though, I realize that my constant boasts about being one of the longest active serial killers in the world may seem a bit of an excuse for a lack of consistency. And you may be right. I’m very proud of my accomplishments but upon reflection and preparation for teaching, I’ve come to realize that there may be some gaps in my resume.

While I’ll never act on my desire to build Rube Goldberg bear trap head gear, I can still ponder the areas of my life that I haven’t really explored. Like creating an entire room that appears to be outside but is really filled with hallucinogenic gas that tricks my victims into believing they’ve escaped, only to continue running in place until they starve to death. They’re running in place because they’re changed to the floor only they don’t realize it because they’ve been drugged.

So I’m not the best at these thought experiments. It’s not my area of expertise. I prefer to exploit people and not objects. They are much easier to manipulate. If you can understand how a person might instinctually behave in a fight, flight, freeze or fawn type of scenario, then you can control the narrative they’re living until they’re easy to kill.

People, individually, are quite trusting. They want to believe in the best of humanity so they force their guard down until the situation presents another way – even if there’s a signal going off in their brain that means danger. They might still be on alert but they won’t start their day believing that everyone is out to kill them. They will wave to the man across the street to gauge this threat level. They’ll keep responding to the stranger at the bar until they can prove that their instincts are true. Because no matter what their instincts are telling them, they want to believe in good.

And there are people like me who exploit that desire for their own gain.

That in and of itself, understanding people at a fundamental level, is a skill that most don’t possess and not one easily taught. But I am endeavoring to teach Casey had to read people. Know whether they will run away, they’ll try to dominate, they’ll lose control, or they’ll try to appeal to that belief in the goodness of the world. Whatever they do, we must be ready.

Because we have those same instincts as well. We might be faced with a conflict and try to resolve it any number of ways. But that conflict – that victim – can never get the better of us.

So above all, we must know ourselves, in order to exploit others.

And that skill takes time. That skill is honed over years of study. That skill is useful in more ways than just murder. So while I occasionally dream up fanciful kills with no desire for follow through, I am very grateful for the methods I use.

I can only hope that Casey will gain those same skills in time.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Thursday 31 October 2019

Book Release for To Kill a Curse by Jennifer Jenkins

Title: TO KILL A CURSE (A Lingering Sea Novel Book 1)
Author: Jennifer Jenkins
Pub. Date: October 24, 2019
Publisher: Flying Unicorn Press
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 350
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Would you touch the one you loved, even if it might kill them?

Antonio, a merchant sailor, has no idea how dangerous Fina Perona is when he rescues her from drowning in the middle of the Lingering Sea. His ship is headed to the home Fina just abandoned, carrying desperately needed payment for her father's prized wine stores. Pirates attack, and as Antonio and Fina escape the clutches of slavery, she steals back her family's small fortune from the pirate captain's quarters. Fina doesn't need Antonio's protection, she's more dangerous than he could ever be, but she needs his experience as a navigator and agrees to give him a cut of the payment in exchange for his help. Returning the money is the only way Fina knows how to atone for inadvertently killing her own brother, but what she doesn't realize is, before Antonio was a sailor, he was a thief.

While threats of curses, witches, bandits, pirates, and traitors are all very real, Fina and Antonio are the most dangerous players in this story of true love and betrayal. Will they become each other’s demise or salvation as they set out to find redemption and to kill a curse?

Antonio pulled down a simple mask covered in black lace with a red feather fastened to one side. It was definitely not the most ornate, but its simplicity made it striking.
Careful not to touch her, he rested it on her face, tying the black ribbon behind her head to hold it in place. The mask formed to the bridge of her nose perfectly, leaving her mouth and cheeks free of covering, unlike many of the full-faced masks on the wall. 
With his hand at the small of her back, Antonio guided her to the corner of the shop where a mirror with a painted golden frame hung. “Take a look.”
She hadn’t had a mirror in her room at the inn. Seeing herself now, in a new dress and with the mask, she could have been anyone. Her skin had taken on a darker tone from all of her travelling. The dress amplified her figure to the point of making her blush, but the mask… the mask transformed her into someone completely different. Someone she thought—for just one night—she’d like to be.
“An excellent choice,” the white-haired shopkeeper said as he approached them. “Such a pretty face does not need much embellishment.” He handed Antonio a different mask. This one didn’t have the lace or feather, but bore the same shape as Fina’s. “The mask’s partner,” he exclaimed. Antonio tied it on his head and stood behind Fina to look in the mirror.
“They belong together, no?” the old man said.
Fina froze, unable to take her eyes off of Antonio. Unable to see if the shop owner’s words affected him the way they did her.
“Si, Signore.” Antonio cleared his throat. “They do.”
About Jennifer: 
With her degree in History and Secondary Education, Jennifer Jenkins had every intention of teaching teens to love George Washington, the Napoleonic Wars, and Ancient Sparta . . . until the writing began. In addition to her Lingering Sea series, Jennifer is the author of the bestselling Nameless trilogy and Teen Writer’s Guide: Your Road Map to Writing (releasing March 2020). She is a co-founder of Teen Author Boot Camp, and divides her time between reading, taking spontaneous trips, researching random events from the past, and fostering her adrenaline junkie addictions. Learn more at

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Wednesday 30 October 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 10/30/19

I have killed two hitchhikers since I last wrote to you, dear readers.

And it felt fucking fantastic to put my creativity to use in a physical, meaningful way. Honestly, I don’t know why I was so stressed about it before – other than facing the inevitability of my capture – I need to be doing what I love doing BECAUSE the world is ending.

Anyways, it was so fulfilling to just tear into two separate humans, have the power to take their life and then do it. Follow through and accomplish something. Sure it was just one couple but the way their eyes…the betrayal as she realized that I had just stabbed her husband and even though she’d put her trust in me, a stranger, I was about to do the same to her. Amazing. The chase through the forest was absolutely worth it to finally pin her against a tree and slash her throat, the blood splattering everywhere because of how fast our hearts were beating together.

It was magical.

I can’t wait to do it again.

Although, I do not miss the cleanup. The smell of bleach may feel like home but it is time consuming and I always end up ruining my favourite clothes.

That’s why you thrift shop wherever you can. One: cheap clothing you can toss or burn if you really need to. Two: thrift clothing contains trace evidence of all the people who’ve worn those clothes before. Plus you can change your wardrobe every couple of months to keep from creating recognizable patterns.

It all comes back to recognizable patterns. That is the way to survive. Your routine can never be stationary. And trust me, I know it can be very frustrating, but it is the tried and true method that I’ve found. And giving in. That’s the other survival tactic you can chose to employ: Identify your true self, your base instincts, and give yourself over to them. I’m starting to realize that it’s a pretty good way to live. Suppression just makes you miserable and it doesn’t accomplish anything. Be smart about it, give over completely and you may end up in prison for the rest of your life. But don’t fight your inner self.

If you want to kill the hitchhiker, kill the hitchhiker. Just do it right.

Because giving in feels So. Damn. Good.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe