Friday, 29 August 2014

Review of Just a Touch

"To the one that receives this letter. Protect it with all you have. In the hands of the Reformers it would mean even greater trouble for us. The Triad must be found and the Chosen brought together. The fate of our people rests on this.”

All Arianna Shae wants is to get out of Bakers Ridge and away from everyone who knows everything about her. Beginning her senior year, she sees her moment of escape getting closer and her spirits begin to rise, that is until he arrives and her life takes an unexpected turn.

As a Guardian, Chase Melina has always known what he was meant to do: protect the Chosen. Sent out on his first assignment, he’s struck with the feeling that all is not what it seems. As strange things begin to happen, he becomes even more determined to keep his protégée safe, especially after seeing what she can do.

When their worlds collide Chase and Arianna must fight for their lives. Through torture, escape, new relationships, legends, and even death they are determined to find out the answers to the questions revolving around their destiny and ultimately fulfill a prophecy that could save them all.


Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Your Mid-Week Update for 08/27/14

You are all living on borrowed time. In my head I have killed you in a hundred different ways. And it's not enough to kill you. I want you to know who is eating your heart out.

You, little missy, sitting in the corner, hiding from the world. I have taken a nail and a hammer and nailed you to that wall. And just when you’re about to lose consciousness, I pluck you from the wall and thrust you into the light. With a gaping hole where your heart used to be; pinned to that wall. Still beating. You’ll die from shock; your eyes wide with fear as your body struggles to cope with the loss of such a precious commodity. But it’s mine now.

And it tastes so good.

You, sir, as normal as can be, who married for convenience instead of money; love instead of safety.  Have you ever heard of Daw Tway? It’s this little pill with suspiciously high amounts of arsenic and lead. Did you know that lead poisoning increases blood pressure? In some cases high blood pressure can cause the blood vessels in your eyes to burst and you can even exsanguinate through your eyes.

Would you like some more coffee?

You, ma’am, with your two children in the car, waiting for mommy to leave the liquor store. I’ve marked little x’s on your body where the needles will go. Mercury is considered by some to be an aphrodisiac. I certainly enjoyed myself. Watching your body swell, your organs rejecting everything. There isn’t as much blood as I’d like but I took pictures of your face twisted in agony and that’s more than enough to get me through.

You were so beautiful at the end.

You, miss, with your head held high as you walk down the street in your brand new coat; you left the tag on. Or did you steal it? Either way, it’s the bricks for you. One to knock you out. One to silence you; you won’t need those teeth anymore. One for every finger as you whimper. How precious. One brick to travel slowly up your body, pounding you into dust. In some places the flesh doesn’t even break and you scream for me when your beautiful flesh turns to ash.

Finding your body was part of a prank I pulled on the entire city. Like a get well balloon.

You, mister wonderful, with your kind soul and your sickeningly sweet smile. You have such beautiful eyes. I strapped you to my special chair and used a knife; just a steak knife from the kitchen. Dulled from years of use. But it does the job just fine. Your eyeballs pop right out of their sockets with just the slightest bit of pressure. I cut them off at the nerves quite easily and while you’re screaming, I pop one down your throat to shut you up. You don’t even get time to chew. But then you start to choke and your eye sockets get so huge.

I can almost read the fear in your beautiful blue iris in my hand.

You, oh you, thank you for mowing my lawn but I’ll take it from here. And while you’re walking away, your pant leg will catch in the motor. I might help it along but soon you’ll be dragged under and sliced to bits. Pieces of you flying all over the neighbourhood. Out here for everyone to see. I’m not one for exhibitionism but to share you with everyone, I might make an exception.

I just want everyone to know what you taste like. I’m lonely in my ambition.

You’re strapped to a chair. I take my knife and I cut a clean line across your throat. Blood gushes out. I penetrate, deep, into both of your shoulders. Blood spills. I slice across both your wrists. Blood trickles. You beg me to stop but it’s not what I want to hear. You know it, you must know it. My knife pierces the right side of your chest. Your tears are not red. Why aren’t they red? Can’t you understand what I need?

I cut a smile into your stomach and you sing, carving out my desires from your deepest soul.


That sweet, piercing sound. Just for me. Thank you.

Thank you for singing for your supper.

You are all my playthings. I am the puppet master. You are the bloodied strings.

And you will all sing for me.

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Night of Pan Cover Reveal

Genre: young-adult, historical-fantasy

Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press

Date of Release­­: November 7, 2014

Series: Book One of The Oracle of Delphi Trilogy

Cover Artist: Ricky Gunawan 

Monday, 25 August 2014

Cover Reveal for Wicked Path

Genre: young-adult, fantasy

Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press

Date of Release­­: October 6, 2014

Series: Daath Chronicles (#2)

Friday, 22 August 2014

My Review of Fire and Flood

  “And then I’d have to decide if I really wanted something exciting to happen or if I just liked to dream”

Tella Holloway is losing it. Her brother is sick, and when a dozen doctors can't determine what's wrong, her parents decide to move to Montana for the fresh air. She's lost her friends, her parents are driving her crazy, her brother is dying—and she's helpless to change anything.

Until she receives mysterious instructions on how to become a Contender in the Brimstone Bleed. It's an epic race across jungle, desert, ocean, and mountain that could win her the prize she desperately desires: the Cure for her brother's illness. But all the Contenders are after the Cure for people they love, and there's no guarantee that Tella (or any of them) will survive the race.

The jungle is terrifying, the clock is ticking, and Tella knows she can't trust the allies she makes. And one big question emerges: Why have so many fallen sick in the first place?

Victoria Scott's breathtaking novel grabs readers by the throat and doesn't let go.


Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Your Mid-Week Update for 08/20/14

James has told me that he wants to send me to a psychiatric hospital for an examination.

I should be surprised but honestly I'm not. He's put up with a lot in our time together: false arrests, emotional stress brought on by a close call, the time I tried to kill his mother – I still maintain that she tried to stick an ice pick in her own back – but he has always looked out for me. He's been worried wash the blood away, keep the blood away, mustn't let him see how much she enjoys red in the past but he's never been scared. And he's terrified now. He's always understood; why I do this, little Sally wants to play a game; left ear, right ear, left ear, right ear, why I can't get caught. In the seven years I've known James he has done everything in his power to stick a needle in her eyes, cut around the eyelids, never sleep until they're dead protect me from the world that would have me in chains for the things I do. And now, he wants me to give myself up don't blink or you'll never wake up freely to that world. I hate to say it but I'm sorely tempted. What else is there for me to do? Slice the little darlings’ throats with a butterknife. My kids won't go near me, I'm going to run out of excuses why I'm not at work; and my husband. 

Do you know who I am, asked the vision in red. I am you when you don't breathe in the scent of me; of death. The last time he slept on the couch was the first year we were married. We'd gotten into this huge fight about…why don't you ask the little slut why she did while he slept on the couch. Her hands are tainted. Tainted how he had to find a new mechanic because I'd drowned ours in motor oil. It seemed so important then but now? what now, little Sally asked, holding the knife to her mother’s throat and pressing down. I'm starting to long for those days.

If I don't get my fix soon, I'm going to do it. I'm going to check myself in.

I can't do this anymore.

Friday, 15 August 2014

My Review of Broken Ties

After reading Book One and Two of the Mentalist Series by Kenechi Udogu, I got my hands on the prequel, released May 13th 2014 and rather enjoyed myself.

"There was nothing unusual about the night everything changed. No flashing lights in the sky, no searing fire in my belly; no sign whatsoever to suggest the shift which was to come…Nora Brice did strange things to me. Strange and awful things…" 

Paul Colt has a problem, and it is not one most teenage boys face. Yes, he likes a girl; one he’s pretty certain he’ll do foolish things for, given the chance. But he can’t go after her, or any other girl for that matter. That’s what he gets for being an Averter; forced to toe the line for the propagation of the collective. He knows some rules are okay to trifle with, and there are some which should never be broken. The gravest of them all? 

Don’t fall in love. 


This is the story of how Paul breaks that rule. 

This prequel novella to the Mentalist Series can be read before or after Aversion, Book One of The Mentalist Series.


Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Your Mid-Week Update for 08/13/14

It has been six weeks since I’ve been able to take another life. I’m writing this in a brief moment of lucidity between fits brought on by exhaustion and craving. I see him everywhere. Daniel Westburn is the monster of nightmares.

Nightmares I don’t even have anymore, replaced with lucid dreams of chewing and climaxing, chewing and climaxing. It doesn’t stop. It never stops. I haven’t slept in what feels like months. Every time I turn around he’s there watching me. Waiting for me to do what once came so naturally to me. But my dreams have gone far beyond fantasy.

I can taste it. I can smell it; I can hear it pumping through every single person that I touch. Blood. So thick; so anxious for my tongue that it calls out to me in all my waking hours. It has seeped through the walls of my subconscious into my waking nightmare. It’s too strong, beyond anything I could control.

My blade needs to taste flesh. Warm and weak in my hands. I stop myself every time but it’s becoming too much. The dreams I’ve had about gutting James are all to frequent.

Last night he slept on the couch.

I found him with my blade anyways.

I’ve considered turning the blade on myself just to find some relief. To plunge the blade into my ribcage and slice upward just enough that I can reach in, clutch my still beating heart, and squeeze until all I taste, smell, and see is blood.

Finally, sweet relief.

But I’m not quite there yet.

I fear something wonderfully horrible may happen if I do not find my release soon.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Your Mid-Week Update for 08/06/14

You know I think the worst thing about going crazy is knowing that it's happening and being unable to stop it.

My dreams of murder have become too gruesome for even me. They're cannibalistic; but I play with my food first. In my dream, I straddle a man tied naked to a steel table at his wrists and ankles. He has bite marks everywhere - like he was attacked by something inhuman. He doesn't make a sound and somehow I know it's because there's no one who can hear him scream. And I like that. I love it. And I'm straddling him while he's staring up at me with these sad, blue eyes.

Even as I drag the blade up his body with enough pressure to break the skin from navel to sternum, he just stares at me. But his heart is beating fast – there’s so much blood. More blood than I can hold in.

So I lap it up with my tongue. It’s sweet and salty and tantalizing. I’ve tasted it a hundred times in my dreams and it still makes me quiver in anticipation. I love it.

I crave it.

It’s my aphrodisiac.

And he’s still staring at me. Like watching me drink his blood is turning him on, too.

And I don’t want to stop.

So I nibble, and I bite, and I swallow. I can still taste the blood as I write – though to be fair, that might also be from chewing at the skin of my nails – chewing on that muscle, swallowing down bits of broken bone. I want to cut off tiny pieces of him and just taste him forever.

Instead, I…put his cock in my mouth and never look away from his sad, blue eyes. Everything tastes good with blood.

That’s when I woke up in a sweat.

I tried to kill James. I woke up and I was straddling him. I had a knife to his throat. And he was looking at me with such sad, blue eyes. Like he wasn’t scared of me.

He was scared for me.

I remember looking down at his chest while I still had a knife to his throat – so close to making him bleed – and I saw scars. Fresh scars. Knife marks. I’d done this before.

The love of my life.

I can’t believe I would do that to him.

He knows now. He knows everything. He knows that I’m not going to work, he knows about the voices and the nightmares that aren’t really nightmares. He knows how hard it is, there’s no hiding it now.

The love of my life.

What am I becoming?

Oh, and my mother came to visit. Did I mention that? Last week, she stopped by in the middle of the week to "chat"; like we do that all the time. I think Heather called her - mom's number is in my file. I think she's worried about how crazy I've been acting at work – when I go to work. I want to fire her but she's not wrong. I'm falling off the deep end.

I just wish I could sleep without tasting, or worrying, or dreaming.

This is going to be a long week.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe