Wednesday, 20 October 2021

Your Midweek Update for 10/20/21

 Sometimes I fantasize about being a murder couple. The kind who feed off one another's urges until there's nothing but madness between us. There's something so incredibly erotic about existing in the darkness with another person who sees you completely and loves every twisted part of you. Not just loves you but thrives off knowing you're being satisfied by someone else. Participating and watching and pushing to make sure you're getting what you need. 

I don't know how else to explain it: killing together is so fucking sexy.

It's the ultimate expression of trust. To show yourself and to see someone in a way that you both know is wrong but with each other, you can be open and vulnerable knowing they love you completely. It's sexy. 

That's it. That's the only word I've got for it. 

Sexy. 

Of course, I've thought about inviting James fully into my world, but I know it's not for him. He has his own brand of madness and I love him as he is. And we've played with our food together plenty of times, I'm not worried about being vulnerable around him.

I admit, I enjoy relinquishing that small semblance of control when we're together. Letting him choose the victim, following his instructions when it comes to torture and dismemberment, feeling his eyes on me as I slowly sink my knife into another man's flesh - knowing it satisfies him to know I'm satisfied. Even if we aren't participating in the same way, we are sharing this dark and intimate thing. How can I complain?

Besides, the madness of two always ends in tragedy. Our insanity is beautiful because it's complimentary. If we were the same, I know we would end up hating each other - or the world - and then the romance would be over. 

And I never want this dance to stop. Not with him. Not ever.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Monday, 18 October 2021

Excerpt of The Horror Film Killer by Michael J Bowler

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE HORROR FILM KILLER by Michael J. Bowler Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

Wednesday, 13 October 2021

Your Midweek Update for 10/13/21

 It's off, it's off, thank fucking christ it's finally off!

That's all I've been able to think about for days (in case you hadn't noticed). I just want my freedom back. I've been injured a few times over the years and every time, I am absolutely miserable because I just need my fucking freedom. 

I hate feeling helpless and these weeks when I'm in a cast and immobile and the pain meds have me so lethargic I fall into a depression, it's feels pretty helpless. 

Thank god for my husband or I wouldn't have been killing either. Six weeks without murder, can you imagine? I think even when I was going through rehab, I was only out of commission for four weeks at the most. Maybe I'm misremembering my time in a mental institution overcoming my addiction and psychosis related to murder. 

Either way, I have been clawing the fucking walls off, waiting for the all-clear from the doctor and now it's finally here.

Well... sort of.

The cast is off, which means I'm able to move around more independently, but I still have a few weeks of physiotherapy so I can rebuild the muscle. So I'm back! ... but it's a soft back. Which is okay because I have spent six weeks having my husband basically bring me drive-thru murders and I am so ready dine out again. Even if it's just sitting inside the McDonalds instead of in our car in the parking lot.

This metaphor has gotten away from me a bit. 

The point is: my cast is off and I'm happy about it. Is it the answer to all of my problems? No. Is it enough for now? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Am I swearing too much today? I'm going to blame Linda in HR. She swears like a fucking trucker and it's definitely rubbing off on me.

...

As is her filthy sense of humor.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Monday, 11 October 2021

Excerpt of The Fortuna Coin by Karen Ann Hopkins

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE FORTUNA COIN by Karen Ann Hopkins Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

Wednesday, 6 October 2021

Your Midweek Update for 10/06/21

Sometimes it’s hard to write. That should seem obvious but this platform is for me to talk about my experiences so I’ll share them here. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I just don’t want to write. Sometimes I don’t want to do anything at all. Sometimes it feels like there’s so much going on in my head that I’m weighed down by it. And I’m just… I’m so tired.

These last few days have been really hard. Not for any particular reason. I’m just tired. But I can’t rest because it’s fucking Wednesday and the days are moving so slowly and yet, I have no idea where the time’s gone.

I hate these pain meds, by the way. If I haven’t said twelve thousand times already. I feel like shit all the time. But I also can’t feel the bones in my knee fusing back together so I guess there’s that.

Fuck.

Words are really fucking hard right now and so much of my life is just words. That’s all we are: just stories and other people’s words and trying to put words to our feelings and experiences. But sometimes there are no words and you’re just stuck as this concept of a person with no control over your own existence. You’re just going through the motions without any realization of who and what you are. You’re completely powerless. All because you’re too tired to find the words. So then what are you if you have no words?

God, I hate these fucking pain meds.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe 

Wednesday, 29 September 2021

Your Midweek Update for 09/29/21

I’ve been thinking a lot about dismemberment lately.

There are so many ways to go about it, so many places to start, but in the end, you’re just peeling cheesy bread apart. Warm, gooey, cheesy bread. The kind from commercials that stretches forever and you can see the steam rising through the little bubbles of stringy, delicious cheese.

Mmm…cheesy bread.

There is no restaurant open right now that can deliver to me some cheesy bread and that is a fucking travesty.

Anyways. Back to dismemberment.

There’s an old Greek myth about a serial killer who would bend two trees together, tie a person to both, then let the trees loose. The body would go flying apart and be ripped in half.

I know it’s not entirely realistic but can’t you just see it? Can’t you just picture a man’s torso stretching and peeling and tearing apart? I bet you could hear the screams for miles.

Now, there have been reports more recent than ANCIENT GREECE that describe a group of men catapulting a body apart so there is some precedent for it but I would love to be able to put it into practice. And besides, it’s for science. I’ve been hearing all these whispers about scientists performing dangerous experiments in order to create vaccines, and how it’s unethical – as though most things we know about modern medicine didn’t come from Nazi doctors and prison experiments.

Science and innovation are fucking messy. Why is this news?

That being said, there are some people who may be curious about what happens to a person when they are… drawn and halved (rather than drawn and quartered) and while scientists are all about the “dangerous experiments” this may be a step too far for them. Luckily, I’m around and it’s not too far for me.

What I’m struggling with is the set up. I don’t know what kind of trees they’ve got growing in the ancient world but the trees in my neighbourhood are fucking hard to bend. This weekend, James and I are going to rent a truck and we’re going to try hauling it back with a rope or chain (you know we’ve got both) to see if that’ll give us the bend we’re looking for.

Finding the victim won’t be difficult, but we have to keep everything locked in place while we tie them to the two trees and I feel like so many things could go wrong. Of course, most of those things will still result in the man’s death, but it won’t give us the desired result. The murder is inevitable. I’m focused on the “how”.

See: I’m a scientist.

Can you imagine if I tried to publish my findings in a scientific journal?

That’s not a horrible idea, actually. Most serial killers write to the police or to the press because they want attention. I want to learn – and I want others to learn. The place for that is in a scientific journal.

Huh.

I’ll think about it.

In the meantime, I’m off to find the strongest chain in our collection.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Wednesday, 22 September 2021

Your Midweek Update for 09/22/21

Still stuck at home. Still loopy. Still having my kills delivered to me in the back of someone’s car. Which, for a treat, isn’t a bad way of going about it but not when it’s your only option. You know I hate be reliant on others. Despite the age of technology making everything accessible at my fingertips – including victims – there are some things you just need to do for yourself. Besides, a decade ago, it might have been easy enough to kill a delivery driver but not now. Those poor drivers are so closely monitored, their bosses would probably know the minute their heart stopped beating so they could stop paying them.

Yes, I work for a bank, that does not mean I am not in favour of eating the rich and destroying our late-stage capitalist society. The thing that pays my bills is not the thing that brings me joy in life. I keep those thoroughly separated.

Although I’m barely doing the thing that brings me joy anymore.

Oh sure, James has brought home a few victims on his way home from work. There was a young woman, maybe nineteen, who was walking home from work when a police officer pulled over and offered to drive her home. Of course, she said ‘no’ because she’s understandably distrustful of the police as an organization. However, my husband is very persuasive (and very charming) so I had a lovely present waiting for me in the basement when I got home from physio therapy on Thursday night.

Some men bring their wives flowers…

This woman was such a little screamer, let me tell you. Well, I am. Telling you. What an odd phrase. You say ‘let me tell you’ but the fact that you’re saying it implies that they were already being told. English is such a garbage language.

Anyways, she was in the basement, screaming her lungs out, so naturally those organs were the first to go. Her death was an experiment in memorization and anatomy. For one, the doctor told me to be aware of any side effects of the pain medication which can include memory loss or loss of time so tracking everything is incredibly important. I played a game with that woman’s body where I sliced her open like a zipper, and then I removed her organs one by one and remembered the order in which to put them back.

The lungs are such a strange organ. Before I started killing, I always assumed they were below the chest plate – despite the boys in my tenth-grade class talking about how Frankie Marlowe had a healthy set of lungs. I also imagined them to be a solid object, independently hanging in the ribcage, with muscles of its own to expand and contract.

The lungs are more like… you know those sticky hand toys that you throw at a wall and it sticks for a second and then it slowly rolls to the ground? The lungs are more like that. They’re a bag, sure, a space that can fill with air and circulate oxygen, but there are no ‘lung muscles’ per se. They’re connected to muscles that connect to the rib cage and the lung is more like a wet paper beg clinging to the nearest object that happens to be pumping in and out.

I don’t know why I went off on a tangent in anatomy but there’s your free lesson for the day.

The actually point I was trying to make is that my husband brought me an adorable little screamer, and I made a beautiful mess of her organs – and of the downstairs basement. We would have taken her to the storage unit but I was honestly too sore to move that much after physio. I know the road to recovery is long and winding and all that shit but I would like to be healed now, thank you very much.

As much fun as I had with Lung Girl, I would like to get back to my normal life.

Two more weeks.

Two more weeks.

Please, god, let it only be two more weeks.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Tuesday, 21 September 2021

Book Tour for Chasing Alys by Morgana Bevan

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the CHASING ALYS by Morgana Bevan Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

Monday, 20 September 2021

Blog Tour for Remnants of Blood by H. F. Cunningham

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the REMNANTS OF BLOOD by H. F. Cunningham Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

Wednesday, 15 September 2021

Your Midweek Update for 09/15/21

You know what I love so much? Year-End reporting.

You know what I’m lying through my teeth about loving?

Fucking Year-End reporting.

Who decided that the fiscal year ended in September? For that matter, who decided that the calendar year ended in December? Who decided there would be 12 months in a year? Who decided how we would measure time? What even is time? Why does any of this matter?

So I’ve taken my pain meds and I am slightly calmer. Bad news is: I am now exhausted out of my mind. Honestly, though, I feel like this week has flown by – and not in a good way. I have no idea what’s happened between last week and this week. That’s

I’ve completely lost my train of thought.

I hate this feeling.

I’m physically helpless because of a stupid accident. Not being able to go out for kills has been hard enough. On Saturday night, James brought me home a victim tied in the trunk of his car. It was very sweet – and I did enjoy slicing her from navel to chin and watching her guts slowly spill open like a baked potato – but it didn’t have the same thrill I’m used to. Being able to catch my own prey, as it were, is an essential part of my life. And besides, I can’t have my husband bringing me home some poor victim every night. It’s like junk food: it’s only a treat if it happens infrequently. I love when James picks out victims. It’s incredibly erotic and it brings us closer together as a couple. This just felt cheap.

But at least I can still kill this way.

It’s the pain meds. They make me lethargic and I have trouble focusing and yet I can’t quite get to sleep because my body is restless. I have not been enjoying my time, let me tell you. Without the medication, I can’t put any weight on my knees. Any stretch or compression that tugs my kneecaps out of alignment has me seeing stars. It’s unbearable.

It feels like there’s no real winning, here, and that is probably the worst part: there’s no good answer. There’s no work around or solution that will keep me happy. I just feel…trapped.

I know this wasn’t the happiest update, I apologize, dear readers. I’ll try to have something more entertaining for next week.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Tuesday, 14 September 2021

Except of Wicked Darkness by B.L. Callaghan

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the WICKED DARKNESS by B.L. Callaghan Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

Thursday, 9 September 2021

Blog Tour of Spirit Fire by Susan McCauley

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the SPIRIT FIRE by Susan McCauley Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

About the Book

Title: SPIRIT FIRE (Ghost Hunters #3)

Author: Susan McCauley

Pub. Date: September 28, 2021

Publisher: Celtic Sea Publishing

Formats: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, Kindle, B&N, TBD, Bookshop.org

Kindle Unlimited members will be able to read this for FREE!

Who—or what—is causing the fires in the French Quarter? A little girl? A long-dead prisoner? An evil presence calling to those beyond the grave?

In this spooky, fast-paced adventure, twelve-year-old Alex must fight smoke, flames, and ghostly prisoners to stop whatever’s causing the blazes—before more lives are lost.

Haven’t started the series yet? Grab books 1 & 2, BONES IN THE WALL & PIRATE’S CURSE for FREE with a KU subscription! Or get the audiobook for book 1 for FREE on Audible!

BONES IN THE WALL: Kindle, Audible

PIRATE’S CURSE: Kindle

Wednesday, 8 September 2021

Your Midweek Update for 09/08/21

All right, so. In case anyone was wondering: my knee is still broken and I’m still miserably unable to do anything fun. This past week has been so, incredibly, boring. I go to work, I come home, I do my physio exercises, I sit on the couch and watch tv, then I take my pain meds and pass out until morning. Rinse and repeat.

On the plus side: I have been catching up on this television people have been talking about. All those Marvel shows (yes, I caved and got Disney+ because I am bored and need something to occupy my time – so why not the entirety of English-language movies and television for all of history?). WandaVision was good. A little confusing but good. Falcon and Winter Soldier, also a very good time. Loved the social commentary and violence. Loki was more confusing, less social commentary. Tom Hiddleston is attractive, though. What is it with the hair flip that works? It’s very confusing.

Honestly, my week has been so boring. On the plus side: I have yet to lose my mind over the lack of murdering that’s been happening the last few weeks So that’s nice. I would hate to go crazy when there was nothing I could do about it.

Again.

I’ve been spending some time (while I’m conscious… so, about an hour a day) writing out plans for what I’ll do once I’m back on my feet. A lot of choking people with random objects (I blame Marvel’s influence), a bit of poison with household objects.

If I were ten years younger, I would try and learn that thigh-spin-chokehold-thing Scarlett Johansen does in every movie. It looks pointless and fun but given the fact that I currently struggle to bend my knee far enough to sit on a toilet seat, I’m pretty sure learning weird assassin moves is off the table.

I guess there’ll be a few things off the table, now. Even once the cast is off, I can’t start sprinting right away. And even if I can, the risk of further injury will always be there. And even then, I know I’ll always be worried about damaging my knee again so I’ll be cautious and I’ll hesitate and I’ll put myself at risk.

Maybe instead of lists of exciting new kills, I need to make a list of my limitations. That one might be longer.

God, why was I so stupid?

Except, I wasn’t. I did what I always do, but this time, it ended in my knee cap fucking off to parts unknown. Am I just getting old?

Fuck.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Monday, 6 September 2021

Blog Tour of Of The Lilin by Pauline Hampton

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the OF THE LILIN by Paulette Hampton Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

About the Book:

Title: OF THE LILIN (The Sage Chronicles, #1)

Author: Paulette Hampton

Pub. Date: August 27, 2021

Publisher: Paulette Hampton

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 317

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, Kindle

Kindle Unlimited members will be able to read this for FREE!

While dealing with depression, Sage attempts to pull herself into the light. What she finds is better left in the dark.

After the loss of her mother and her stepfather's mental breakdown, Sage Frankle agrees to move in with her aunt and cousin at the Englewood Inn. Soon, her aunt arranges for Sage to begin working through her trauma with a psychologist. As time passes, Sage finds that she is far from healing and begins to slip from reality into a realm of darkness she is unable to escape. After the arrival of her cousin's intriguing acquaintance, Sage is forced to realize she is indeed trapped, not by her mind, but by her bloodline.

Wednesday, 1 September 2021

Your Midweek Update for 09/01/21

It’s a brand new month and yet I am still the same dumbass I was ten years ago. Last week, I thought it would be super fun to chase a victim who’d caught on a little too early that they were in mortal danger. It’s incredibly annoying when that happens. It’s like on cop shows when they announce that they’re police when there’s a crowd of people between them, and get surprised when they run. Even if I wasn’t in trouble with the law, I’m probably running from the police. In this day and age, I’m hesitant to report a car accident because I’m worried it will escalate.

That’s not what this is about.

This is about me, chasing after a victim, landing on my fucking knee on a concrete floor, and fracturing my kneecap. And then, because – as I said – I am a complete dumbass, I got up, kept running after this woman who was now screaming her lungs out, and just barely tackled her before we reached a public access door.

The only reason she’s even dead is because she hit her head on the same cement that cracked my knee, which stunned her long enough that I could drag her to the edge of the parking garage and throw her over. Knowing my luck, I figured I would have been pulled over the side with her or she’d land on a passing car and survive or some bullshit like that.

The universe covered my ass this once. Sort of.

Anyways, I managed to limp back to my car and drive myself to an emergency room where they confirmed that my kneecap was not, in fact, supposed to be in that position. I spent my Monday night in surgery and then getting the largest cast put around my knee. It was unnecessarily large for only injuring a small portion of my leg. But I did manage to chip off part of the bone in my kneecap and I have to keep the cast on until the bone has fused together.

I came home Tuesday morning and slept until Thursday – which is why I didn’t update you last week. I was dreaming about flying fish and giant talking turkey legs (I hadn’t eaten anything in over 24 hours at that point). To conclude: my dumb ass is going to be walking around on crutches for at least five more weeks and I am not looking forward to it.

But I know I did it to myself. I went after a victim without backup – which I normally don’t need but I was technically performing a kill out in the open and it’s always smarter to bring backup – I didn’t look where I was going, and then I kept running on it after the initial injury. To be fair: there was no way in hell I was letting this woman get away. I would be in surgery and she’d be giving my sketch to the police. I’d be arrested in a giant, ugly cast. No. Way.

But that is what’s going to be occupying my time for the next few weeks. We are just trying not to fall over at this point. I promise I’m scolding myself continuously, I have no one to blame but myself – and the victim for running… but mostly me. I’m basically out of commission for the next two months at least, which is not the best time for my mental health but, again, no one to blame but the victim. “Fortunately” I can still go in to work but all extra-curricular activities are off, much to my husband’s disappointment. Even if I was able to get close enough to kill someone and they had the decency not to run, I am way too recognizable with this hunk of plaster on my knee. It’s big and heavy enough that I’d happily bludgeon someone to death with it…if it didn’t cause me, just, immense amounts of pain.

If you couldn’t already tell, I’m going to be a little grumpy for the next few weeks. Deal with it.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Monday, 23 August 2021

Book Tour for Into the Dark: A Superstitious Reverse Harem Romance Anthology

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the INTO THE DARK A Superstitious Reverse Harem Romance Anthology Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. This is a great anthology with all proceeds going to a mental health charity. In darkness, find light, love, and adventure! Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaways!

About The Book:


Title:
 INTO THE DARK

Authors: Eve Newton, Cate Corvin, Ginna Moran, Melissa Adams, Debbie Cassidy, Mia Harlan, Cali Mann, M. Sinclair, A.J. Macey, R.L Caulder, Stacey Brutger, Jewels Arthur, M. J. Marstens, Eva Delaney, Hanleigh Bradley, Tabitha Barret, J.E Cluney, Imani L. Hawkins, Avery Stone, Amelia K Oliver, Eileen Troemel Lilith Darville

Pub. Date: August 10, 2021

Publisher: Eve Newton

Formats: eBook

Find it: GoodreadsAmazonB&NiBooksKobo

Travel into the dark and discover over a dozen sexy reverse harem stories twisted with superstitious lore. 

Hell's Princess cursed into finding her destiny

 A witch cursed to be mortal. 

 Demons fighting hexes. 

Vampires in need of some luck...and more!

From sizzling slow-burn attraction to steamy-goodness, there is something for every romance lover.

Grab your copy today and don't miss out on this limited-edition collection that will be removed from sale on September 10th 2021. All proceeds benefit a mental health charity. In darkness, find light, love, and adventure!

Includes titles: Hell's Curse by Eve Newton; Curses Bite by Ginna Moran; Lupine: Pigs Might Fly by Hanleigh Bradley; Bloody Lucky by Cali Mann; Dahlia: With a Side of Fries by Tabitha Barret; Sweet Lunacy by Avery Stone; Insurrection Chapters 1-3 by R.L. Caulder & M. Sinclair; Menace to the Assassins (An Academy of Assassin's novel) by Stacey Brutger; My Soul to Keep by Debbie Cassidy; Death's Deeds by A.J. Macey & M.J. Marstens; Deflated by Eva Delaney & Mia Harlan; Dreaming of Me by Melissa Adams; Friday by Amelia K. Oliver & Eileen Troemel; Infernally Taken by Jewels Arthur

Full list of Authors: Eve Newton, Cate Corvin, Ginna Moran, Melissa Adams, Debbie Cassidy, Mia Harlan, Cali Mann, M. Sinclair, A.J. Macey, R.L Caulder, Stacey Brutger, Jewels Arthur, M. J. Marstens, Eva Delaney, Hanleigh Bradley, Tabitha Barret, J.E Cluney, Imani L. Hawkins, Avery Stone, Amelia K Oliver, Eileen Troemel Lilith Darville

May include scenes of M/M & F/F

May contain triggering situations.

Wednesday, 18 August 2021

Your Midweek Update for 08/18/21

The world is quite literally on fire and all I want to do is add to it. I’ve always known I was some agent of chaos – if you’ve been following me for even a short amount of time, you must know this about me – but I’ve never wanted to just burn it all down.

That’s a lie. When Sandra died, I wanted to set fire to something and just step inside. But this isn’t the same feeling. This is restlessness and frustration and exhaustion. I’m tired all the time and my limbs feel heavy. The smoke from the wild fires is choking me and I can’t sleep anymore. I can’t step outside without hearing devastating news about some place in the world.

And I want to join in. I want to light a match, I want to add to the carnage, I want to feel something other than hopelessness at the state we’re in. When I kill, it’s for me. Sometimes, it’s for the betterment of society, but mostly it’s for my own pleasure. I do enjoy it. I smile remembering the feelings of bones cracking under my touch. I get wet seeing the terror in a man’s eyes when he finally realizes he is going to die. I am soothed by the sound of squelching blood as I remove my knife from an un-beating heart.

I fucking love murder (again, you should have figured this out by now). But this feeling inside? It’s not excitement when I see a woman walking alone at night. It’s fear. Fear that everything I do to bring myself pleasure is being swallowed up by the world burning itself. No one cares that one person died today because a thousand more are dead. We’re tearing each other apart and when everyone is killing and dying and burning, then I become obsolete.

I’m tired of hearing about so much devastation, I’m tired of breathing in literal ashes, I’m tired of everyone destroying each other. You’re doing it wrong and you’re taking away my job and I’m just tired, okay? There’s so much going on, I can’t feel anything. But the one time I could always feel something was when I had a knife in my hand but now it just sort of feels pointless.

Why murder you now? You’ll probably be dead tomorrow anyways.

My point is: I wish everyone would go back to the way things were so that I can be a monster instead of just another forgotten murderer.

My point is: I’m tired.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Wednesday, 11 August 2021

Your Midweek Update for 08/11/21

Here’s my thing with feminism.

Oh god, I just lost ten followers with that sentence alone. Hear me out, please.

I grew up with the ramifications of the 70s serial killer era. When people left their doors unlocked and it was totally normal to hitchhike across the country in an unmarked white van. Let’s be real: there’s never been a point in history where it was “safe” to be a woman alone at night but in the 60s and 70s, it was more commonplace to walk the streets without your keys tucked between your knuckles.

Then everyone was murdered and enough people cared that everyone’s daily habits changed. Doors were locked, the manufacturers of pepper spray became trillionaires, and it was still a nightmare for women, but at least serial killers had to get more creative.

But that’s all it was. People didn’t stop killing each other, they just changed their tactics. All the tricks women do to keep themselves safe when their alone: it’s a challenge, not a deterrent. If you ever feel like you’re safe, you’re in more danger than ever. It’s safety theatre – like the TSA. If you go through the motions, you can pretend you’re safe but the truth is: the bomb was never in your shoes to begin with.

This is all aimed at women because, well, statistically they’re more likely to be attacked because the world is a terrible, terrible place. But that’s why I enjoy going after men. I can use the same tactics that have been used on women for decades and men are too naïve to believe they can be victims. The truth is: everyone could be a victim. No one is safe, only a portion of the population were raised to believe that, while the others were told… nothing. It makes them easy targets.

I know I should want to change that. Equity means teaching mean to be safe and to not attack women because they think they can get away with it (which they likely can). Equality means treating my victims equally, but you just can’t use the same tactics. I can’t lure a woman into the back alley of a club with the promise of too-drunk-to-consent sex. I can’t ask a man to pretend to be a friend and walk me to my car because some creepy guy has been following me. Obviously, there are exceptions because everyone has the capacity to be awful. It’s just not the same.

I should want to change the culture. I should want to shy away from utilizing stereotypes to get what I want. It’s just that… well… the stereotypes work to my advantage. I like to think that these men have it coming if they genuinely believe that I don’t notice them slipping something into my drink. And some of them might just want to walk me to my car but I know part of the reason why these nice men want to do that, is because I’m a woman.

Of course, I want to see a change in our culture. I would love to not get written up for having messy hair one of the days I go in to work while my DAUGHTER IS MISSING. At the same time: being able to use the stereotypes to my advantage makes my job so much easier.

But, like the TSA, I just have to adapt with the times and find new ways to take advantage of people’s perceived safety. It is a challenge – of course it is – but, like my serial killer forefathers, I will change.

I will face the challenge head-on.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe 

Tuesday, 10 August 2021

Release Day for Into the Dark: A Superstitious Reverse Harem Anthology

I am so excited that INTO THE DARK Anthology is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful anthology with proceeds going to mental health charities, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for 2 awesome giveaways courtesy of the authors & Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.

This is a great anthology with all proceeds going to a mental health charity. In darkness, find light, love, and adventure! Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaways!

About The Book:

Title: INTO THE DARK

Authors: Eve Newton, Cate Corvin, Ginna Moran, Melissa Adams, Debbie Cassidy, Mia Harlan, Cali Mann, M. Sinclair, A.J. Macey, R.L Caulder, Stacey Brutger, Jewels Arthur, M. J. Marstens, Eva Delaney, Hanleigh Bradley, Tabitha Barret, J.E Cluney, Imani L. Hawkins, Avery Stone, Amelia K Oliver, Eileen Troemel Lilith Darville

Pub. Date: August 10, 2021

Publisher: Eve Newton

Formats: eBook

Find it: GoodreadsAmazonB&NiBooksKobo

Travel into the dark and discover over a dozen sexy reverse harem stories twisted with superstitious lore. 

Hell's Princess cursed into finding her destiny

A witch cursed to be mortal. 

Demons fighting hexes. 

Vampires in need of some luck...and more!

From sizzling slow-burn attraction to steamy-goodness, there is something for every romance lover.

Grab your copy today and don't miss out on this limited-edition collection that will be removed from sale on September 10th 2021. All proceeds benefit a mental health charity. In darkness, find light, love, and adventure!

Includes titles: Hell's Curse by Eve Newton; Curses Bite by Ginna Moran; Lupine: Pigs Might Fly by Hanleigh Bradley; Bloody Lucky by Cali Mann; Dahlia: With a Side of Fries by Tabitha Barret; Sweet Lunacy by Avery Stone; Insurrection Chapters 1-3 by R.L. Caulder & M. Sinclair; Menace to the Assassins (An Academy of Assassin's novel) by Stacey Brutger; My Soul to Keep by Debbie Cassidy; Death's Deeds by A.J. Macey & M.J. Marstens; Deflated by Eva Delaney & Mia Harlan; Dreaming of Me by Melissa Adams; Friday by Amelia K. Oliver & Eileen Troemel; Infernally Taken by Jewels Arthur

Full list of Authors: Eve Newton, Cate Corvin, Ginna Moran, Melissa Adams, Debbie Cassidy, Mia Harlan, Cali Mann, M. Sinclair, A.J. Macey, R.L Caulder, Stacey Brutger, Jewels Arthur, M. J. Marstens, Eva Delaney, Hanleigh Bradley, Tabitha Barret, J.E Cluney, Imani L. Hawkins, Avery Stone, Amelia K Oliver, Eileen Troemel Lilith Darville

May include scenes of M/M & F/F

May contain triggering situations.

HELL’S CURSE BY EVE NEWTON EXCERPT:

I blink and somehow, I’m back in the middle of the warehouse. “What the fuck?” I yell, shoving my hand into my hair.

I hear the guys burst through the doors behind me. “Guess, you reached the edge of the labyrinth,” Sebastian remarks.

“Grrr,” I snarl.

“Okay, easy tiger,” he says, putting his hands up. “At least we know the perimeter and that this is the center, which means it’s small.”

“And?” I snap.

He bites his lip. I can’t help but think how sexy it makes him look. “Oh no,” I groan and turn from him. All of them. My hands are shaking, my heart is pounding, my skin has a sheen of sweat on it and my breath is coming in shallow pants. I know what I need but I can’t get it. I can’t Shift. I’m stuck in this human female form that needs what was promised to me not all that long ago with the guy who mysteriously died between my legs.

“GeeGee?” Ethan asks, coming closer.

“Stop,” I say, holding my hand up. “Don’t come any closer.”

He stops dead.

“You’re affecting her,” Sebastian murmurs. “Move away.”

“She’s immune,” Ethan mutters.

“Not anymore, not without her powers. If she can’t Shift, the anxiety of the situation is aggravating the Hellhound that is still inside her with no way for release. Am I right, little one?”

“Mm,” I moan, doubling over as pangs shoot through my body, hurting me.

Wednesday, 4 August 2021

Your Midweek Update for 08/04/21

How the fuck is it already August?

This year has just flown by and I really am not enjoying my time. God, so much has happened in the last seven months, but I don’t think I could name a single thing.

Oh wait, my daughter got kidnapped by her birth mother, and my sister killed her and is now on the run. Right. Totally forgot about that.

That isn’t sarcasm, by the way. In this moment, I genuinely forgot that happened. Supposedly bad short-term memory is tied to poor sleep which… I’ve got tons of that. Or maybe it’s just that so many things happen in my life and they all blur together. The passage of time is not even and it’s very annoying. For example, this pandemic has not been going on for eighteen months. It’s been eighteen years and I know longer remember what my life was like without a mask on.

On the upside, I only have to worry about obscuring half of my face on security cameras – and if I wear sunglasses or a hat, I can do whatever the hell I want.

At least that’s the mentality I’ve taken with the mask restrictions. I don’t know that it’s laid out there in the bylaws that so long as I where a mask, I can sever someone’s carotid artery by giving them a papercut and slowly opening the wound.

But it doesn’t say I can’t do that so I’m taking it as permission.

I don’t know how to explain it, by papercuts make me so squeamish. I felt so bad for that person (I really need to use more inclusive language and not assume the gender of my victims. I promise, I’m working on it). They’re just so uncomfortable. I think I once tortured someone by giving them papercuts between their toes. I almost got nauseous.

But cleaning out the hot, rotted storage unit filled with actual vomit and decaying flesh was no problem for me. Explain that.

The human body will forever astound me. If you think about it, I’m really just a hands-on scientist. Who doesn’t want the attention for my work. And doesn’t really care about human beings. And takes a significant amount of pleasure in my work – enough to call myself an expert despite a lack of peer review.

So exactly like a scientist.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Friday, 30 July 2021

Book Tour for Gems of Fire by Diane E. Samson

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the GEMS OF FIRE by Diane E. Samson Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

About the Books:

Title: MOUNTAIN OF FLAME (Gems of Fire #3)

Author: Diane E. Samson

Pub. Date: August 4, 2021

Publisher: Diane E. Samson

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 347

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon

Kindle Unlimited members will be able to read this for FREE!

Reeling from Jack becoming king of Oclen, Princess Anna returns home as Sunderland’s Defender. Earning her title was a hard-fought honor, but Anna can’t escape the guilt of leaving Jack alone in that cursed, starving place.

When Jack comes to Sunderland seeking aid from Anna’s father, she must decide whether to return with him and help defeat the curse plaguing the cold northern land. If she remains Sunderland’s Defender, she knows her heart would never forgive her for abandoning Jack to rebuild a crushed kingdom.

Can Anna leave what she loves to become queen of a people suspicious of her and the gems? Joining Jack would mean battling an evil greater than anything she’s ever faced, for the curse’s roots grow deep. But if she doesn’t, Oclen will likely fall and Anna will lose Jack forever.

 

Title: VALLEY OF BONES (Gems of Fire #2)

Author: Diane E. Samson

Pub. Date: February 15, 2021

Publisher: Diane E. Samson

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 351

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, B&N, TBD, Bookshop.org

Kindle Unlimited members will be able to read this for FREE!

Princess Anna is left to rule Sunderland as regent when her father, brother and her presumed fiancé Jack ride to battle devouring creatures in Jack’s home kingdom of Oclen. She must establish herself as a strong leader with the Sunderland council and a neighboring king who brings along two handsome princes to negotiate an alliance.

Trouble erupts as outlining Sunderland villages are attacked by pillaging marauders and the council loses confidence in Anna’s leadership. As Anna waits in trepidation for word from her father’s army, all she hears is silence. Her scouts never return. When the reports of a coming horror reach Anna, she forges an unlikely alliance and forgoes her father’s long-standing policies against gems of power. She trains Sunderland’s remaining soldiers to fight with gems. She’ll lead them to battle to rescue her family and the one she loves.

But first she must survive the treachery brewing in her own court.

 

Title: GEMS OF FIRE (Gems of Fire #1)

Author: Diane E. Samson

Pub. Date: August 4, 2021

Publisher: Diane E. Samson

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 347

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, Audible, B&N, TBD, Bookshop.org

Start reading the series now for .99 or Kindle Unlimited members will be able to read this for FREE!

Palace of Sunderland. Paradise to the peasants. Prison to sixteen-year-old Anna, daughter of the king. She can never escape the castle’s cold walls and scorning disapproval of her father and his brute royal counsel, Seamus. She’ll always live in the shadow of her late mother, the queen. Will they ever see her for who she really is?

A riding accident lands Anna in the hands of traders who sell her as a slave in distant Kasdod to none other than her father’s enemy, Lord Anwar. After overhearing a dangerous plot to conquer Sunderland and kill the royal family, Anna must escape and warn her father, even if it means facing her greatest enemy.

With the doom looming over her, Anna is approached by a dangerous man in the dark. He claims to want to help her, but can she trust him with her secrets? The perils of the journey ahead will push Anna to the limit and answer the one question that has always plagued her...

Will she ever be enough?