Interview with a Ghost from The Cold Spot by JG Faherty

Ghost Hunter Magazine interview with John the Ghost

Transcribed from recordings by James F., reporter for Ghost Hunter Magazine

JF: Um, testing, one-two-three. Okay. Um, hello? Is anyone here?

John: Hey, dude. What’s shaking? Oh, you are! (laughter)

JF: Um, yeah. You gave me kind of a shock, appearing like that out of nowhere.

John: First interview with a ghost, huh?

JF: Yes. You’re the first actual ghost anyone’s interviewed, I think.

John: So, let’s get started then.

JF: Right. So, it’s just after dark and we’re here in a cemetery in the town of Oakwood, New York…

John: Not just a cemetery, man. My cemetery. This is where I’m buried.

JF: Okay. And we’re speaking with the ghost of John…um, what’s your last name?

John: Let’s just stick with John. Get to the questions, man. You can add the other shit later.

JF: Right. (fumbling with papers) Okay. First question. When did you die?

John: 1978. My parents killed me and buried my body here.

JF: You’re parents killed you? Why?

John: The usual crap. I was into some heavy stuff. Worshipping the devil, sacrificing animals. Nothing a lot of other fifteen-year-old boys don’t do, but it put a bug up my parents’ butt.

JF: I see. Um, what’s the worst thing about being a ghost?

John: Ask some of my buddies, and they’d say not being able to do stuff during the day. Or not being able to sleep. But for me, it’s probably being stuck in the same clothes forever. I mean, look at this shirt. Ted Nugent. Sure, he was cool and all, but it wasn’t like I didn’t listen to any other music. I love Rainbow, Blue Oyster Cult, Led Zep, Cream, Deep Purple…heavy metal man, it rules! But when you can’t change your clothes, it’s like being stuck in a Beavis and Butthead cartoon, wearing the same old thing all the time.

JF: You know about Beavis and Butthead?

John: We know all about pop culture, man. What do you think we do all day, sit around waiting to scare people? We can go all over, and people can’t see us. We sit in living rooms and bedrooms, listening to music and watching TV. Ghosts are like the ultimate coach potatoes.

JF: So being invisible in the daylight is something you enjoy.

John: Hell, yeah! Didn’t you ever wish you could peek into a window or into the girls’ locker room? Well, we don’t have to peek. We can just stand right next to someone, and they’ll never know.

JF: So, you’re like peeping Toms. Or stalkers.

John: Hey, I don’t think I like your tone, man. We’re ghosts. We don’t have to follow your rules.

JF: I’m sorry, I—

John: In fact, I think we’ll break one right now. Hey, boys!

(angry shouts in the background, followed by someone yelling “Hold him down!”)

JF: Help! Stop! I didn’t mean—

(A terrible scream)

(Silence)

John: That’s all, folks. Maybe we’ll see you soon.

(More laughter)

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Editor’s Note: Reporter James F. went missing during his assignment in Oakwood.

The Cold Spot by JG Faherty

Clay Daniels is an outcast among outcasts. Cursed with a terrible birthmark on his face, his life is an endless misery of teasing and physical abuse from his classmates. Things only get worse when his parents die and he’s forced to move in with cruel relatives who make the torture of school seem like paradise.

Then everything changes when he meets a boy named John in the woods behind his house. John and his friends don’t care what Clay looks like, or that he’s not strong or particularly smart. That’s because they’re dead, and the dead don’t discriminate. Their acceptance of him helps Clay overcome his initial fear, and soon he’s doing all the cool things he always dreamed of—sneaking out of the house, drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, and hanging out in a hidden cemetery.

For the first time in his life he knows the joy of having friends. Friends who treat him as an equal. Friends who have his back when trouble comes along, and even stick up for him against his violent cousin. But John and the others harbor dangerous secrets.

The secrets of the Cold Spot.

About JG Faherty

JG FahertyJG Faherty has had a varied background that includes working as a laboratory manager, accident scene photographer, zoo keeper, research scientist, and resume writer. Growing up in the haunted Hudson Valley region of New York, some of his favorite playgrounds were abandoned houses and Revolutionary War cemeteries. His hobbies include urban exploring, photography, exotic animal rehabilitation, and playing the guitar. Contrary to popular belief, he is not addicted to Facebook or tacos.

2012 will see two new books published, CEMETERY CLUB and THE COLD SPOT, plus several short stories. His past novels include CARNIVAL OF FEAR and GHOSTS OF CORONADO BAY.

You can find out more by visiting www.jgfaherty.com, www.facebook.com/jgfaherty, or www.twitter.com/jgfaherty.

10 Things You Didn’t Know About the Town of Rocky Point from Cemetery Club by JG Faherty

  1. The town’s original name was Rocky Pointe. Before that, the Native Americans called it the Haunted Woods.
  2. It was established in 1779 and known to the local Native Americans as the place where the “Bloody Man” ruled.
  3. During the Revolutionary War, Washington’s troops frequently reported seeing ‘haunts’ in the forests.
  4. In the 1800s, there was a series of unsolved murders and rumours of werewolves roaming the woods.
  5. Rumours of practicing witches began in the 1800s and continue up to the present day, although without proof.
  6. In 1899, there was a tragic ammunitions depot explosion on Beerman’s Island, located in the Hudson River at the north end of the town limits. According to Native American legend, the island was home to goblins.
  7. In 1906, there was a huge fire and landslide at the town’s brickyard, followed by a string of unsolved murders.
  8. In the 1960s, more than 100 people disappeared on Halloween night while attending a carnival.
  9. A few years ago, the local Town Code Officer was arrested for murdering more than a dozen people.
  10. Rocky Point has the most unsolved murders and missing person cases of any city in New York State.

About JG Faherty

JG FahertyJG Faherty has had a varied background that includes working as a laboratory manager, accident scene photographer, zoo keeper, research scientist, and resume writer. Growing up in the haunted Hudson Valley region of New York, some of his favorite playgrounds were abandoned houses and Revolutionary War cemeteries. His hobbies include urban exploring, photography, exotic animal rehabilitation, and playing the guitar. Contrary to popular belief, he is not addicted to Facebook or tacos.

2012 will see two new books published, CEMETERY CLUB and THE COLD SPOT, plus several short stories. His past novels include CARNIVAL OF FEAR and GHOSTS OF CORONADO BAY.

You can find out more by visiting www.jgfaherty.com, www.facebook.com/jgfaherty, or www.twitter.com/jgfaherty.

Cemetery Club by JG Faherty

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Join JG Faherty, author of the horror novel Cemetery Club as he virtually tours the blogosphere in 2012 on his first tour with Pump Up Your Book!

About JG Faherty

JG FahertyJG Faherty has had a varied background that includes working as a laboratory manager, accident scene photographer, zoo keeper, research scientist, and resume writer. Growing up in the haunted Hudson Valley region of New York, some of his favorite playgrounds were abandoned houses and Revolutionary War cemeteries. His hobbies include urban exploring, photography, exotic animal rehabilitation, and playing the guitar. Contrary to popular belief, he is not addicted to Facebook or tacos.

2012 will see two new books published, CEMETERY CLUB and THE COLD SPOT, plus several short stories. His past novels include CARNIVAL OF FEAR and GHOSTS OF CORONADO BAY.

You can find out more by visiting www.jgfaherty.com, www.facebook.com/jgfaherty, or www.twitter.com/jgfaherty.

About Cemetery Club

cemetery club20 years ago four friends awoke an ancient evil. Now only the Cemetery Club can stop it before the whole town ends up dead. Or worse.

Rocky Point is a small town with a violent history – mass graves, illegal medical experiments and brutal murders dating back centuries. Of course, when Cory, Marisol, John and Todd form the Cemetery Club, they know none of this. They’ve found the coolest place to party after school – an old crypt. But then things start to go bad. People get killed and the Cemetery Club knows the cause: malevolent creatures that turn people into zombies. When no one believes them, they descend into the infested tunnels below the town and somehow manage to stop the cannibalistic deaths.

Now, twenty years later, the horror is beginning again. The Cemetery Club must reunite to defeat the menace once and for all. The problem is they can’t remember how they did it the first time.

It’s a race against time to find the true source of evil infesting Rocky Point, as the Cemetery Club ventures into the cryptic maze, to face their demons in a final showdown.

What Reviewers Are Saying

“Faherty’s latest effort is spell binding terror with a paranormal slant with tons of twists and turns.”

HorrorNews.Net

“JG Faherty seizes his readers by the throat and drags them straight towards the grave with The Cemetery Club., a nail biter in the tradition of the best scare-’em-ups from the 80s. Faherty’s strong characterizations and gripping suspense will leave readers hungry for more.”

- Gregory Lamberson, author of Cosmic Forces and The Frenzy Way

“JG Faherty nails the whole small town horror concept with a King-like flair. I definitely identified with the main characters, both past and present. All in all, I thought it was excellent.”

- Michael McBride, author of Predatory Instinct and Quiet, Keeps to Himself.

“I’ve known JG Faherty since he was an up-and-comer. Now he’s arrived. Start reading him now – as in TODAY – so you won’t have to play catch-up later.”

- F. Paul Wilson, author of the bestselling Repairman Jack series.

“CEMETERY CLUB is like a plastic pumpkin bucket filled to the top with all of your favorite candies. Loads of gory fun!”

-Jeff Strand, author of PRESSURE and DWELLER.

“With plenty of new twists on some old favorites, Faherty’s latest novel provides readers with as much fun in a graveyard as the law will allow. Ancient legends, demonic shadow-creatures and ravenous zombies–what more could you ask for?”

- Hank Schwaeble, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of DAMNABLE and DIABOLICAL.

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Cemetery Club Tour Schedule

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Monday, April 2
Interview at The Hot Author Report

Tuesday, April 3
Guest Post at The Story Behind the Book

Thrusday, April 5
Guest Post at Coffee and a Keyboard

Friday, April 6
Review at Waiting on Sunday

Monday, April 9
Guest Post at Literarily Speaking

Wednesday, April 11
Guest Post at InkyBlots

Friday, April 13
Interview at The Examiner

Monday, April 16
Spotlight at The Plot

Tuesday, April 17
Character Interview at The Plot

Thursday, April 19
Guest Post at The Top Shelf

Friday, April 20
Review at The Top Shelf

Monday, April 23rd
Guest Post at The Book Vortex

Thursday, April 26
Spotlight at The Plot

Friday, April 27
Character Interview at The Plot

Monroe Huff from A Boy Called Duct Tape by Christopher Cloud

“Why did Chris pick you to be our cave guide,” I asked, my mouth as dry as chalk.

Monroe Huff looked at me, an odd smile spreading across his Neanderthal face. “Do you know what I like about caves, Pablo Perez?”

Sucking in an anxious breath, I said, “You’re avoiding the question.”

“One reason. I’m the best spelunker in Missouri. Period.”

Monroe had to be the scariest looking human being on planet Earth. Built like modern man’s prehistoric relative, short and squatty, his thick brow sloped and his massive jaw jutted. His stomach was flat, his hips were narrow, and his muscular shoulders looked like an Olympic weightlifter’s. If Christopher Cloud had meant to intimidate me by introducing me to Monroe…well, he’d succeeded.

“It’s not the silence, although silence is divine,” Monroe began. “Not a word, nor a

whisper, only the melody of dripping water, the ghostly gurgle and splash of a rippling

stream, the quiet roar of a waterfall, and the distant cry of bats in the dark.”

A rush of wind blew over Monroe’s cabin, moaning, and an icy chill arched up my spine.

“Nor is it the darkness that I cherish, for heaven knows I do worship those places totally absent of light,” Monroe continued. “The complete blackness is my blessing. It renews my world. I am in the belly of Mother Cave waiting once again to be reborn, without light and helpless.”

Monroe was one scary dude. Pia and Kiki would freak out when they met him.

“Nor is it the coolness that draws me again and again to the bowels of creation,” Monroe said. “For I am a man who loathes heat. The cool air of the cave is my sanctuary.” Eyes closed, he inhaled a mighty breath through his wide, flat nose. “No, it’s none of these things that bring me back to my caves.” A soft, guttural laugh rolled out of his mouth and his eyes popped open with a frightful suddenness. “It’s the smell.”

“The smell?” I asked, trying to put some muscle in my voice.

“Yes, the smell,” Monroe said, opening his nostrils and sucking in another big breath. “The odour of Mother Cave is magnificent. Wet earth mixed with dry dust. The ammonia smell of bat urine. The stink of guano. The decaying bodies of spiders and beetles and cave rats. Tiny carcasses radiating that wonderful smell of death.”

“So…how long have you known Chris?”

Another odd smile. “Longer than you, Pablo.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” I protested. “I’m the main character…the protagonist.”

“Chris has carried me around in his head for years,” Monroe said. “It’s only natural that he would breathe life into me first.”

“It’s still not fair.”

“Literature is fickle, Pablo. You’ll learn that as you get older.”

***

About A Boy Called Duct Tape

Pablo Perez is a 12-year-old poor kid without much going for him. His classmates have dubbed him “Duct Tape” because his tattered discount-store sneakers are held together with…you guessed it, duct tape. He can’t escape the bullying.

Pablo’s luck, however, changes after he finds a $20 gold coin while swimming in a river near his home. Pablo later buys a $1 treasure map at the county fair. The map shows the route to the “lost treasure” of Jesse James. Pablo can’t help but wonder: Is there a link between the map and the gold coin? He is determined to find out, and he, his 9-year-old sister and 13-year-old cousin hire an ill-natured cave guide, and begin a treacherous underground adventure in search of treasure.

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About Christopher Cloud

Christopher Cloud admits he came to literature late in life. “I was in my 60s before I developed a real interest in writing fiction,” he said. A Boy Called Duct Tape is Cloud’s debut middle-grade novel. It is a first-person account of three Latino children searching for the “lost treasure” of Jesse James.

Cloud began writing children’s fiction after a long career in journalism and public relations. He graduated from the University of Missouri in 1967 with a degree in journalism. He has worked as a reporter, editor, and columnist for newspapers in Texas, California, and Missouri. His work has appeared in many national publications, including Time Magazine.

He was employed by Sun Oil Company, Philadelphia, as a public relations executive, and later operated his own PR agency. He created the board game Sixth Sense in 2002. The game sold at independent bookstores nationwide.

Cloud said his next project is a young-adult novel. “I have written the first draft of a story I’m calling 16 And In Love,” Cloud said. “This story—like A Boy Called Duct Tape—is multicultural.”

Cloud lives in Joplin, Missouri.

A Boy Called Duct Tape by Christopher Cloud

Join Christopher Cloud, author of the young adult novel, A Boy Called Duct Tape, as he virtually tours the blogosphere in April, 2012, on his first virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book.

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About Christopher Cloud

Christopher Cloud admits he came to literature late in life. “I was in my 60s before I developed a real interest in writing fiction,” he said. A Boy Called Duct Tape is Cloud’s debut middle-grade novel. It is a first-person account of three Latino children searching for the “lost treasure” of Jesse James.

Cloud began writing children’s fiction after a long career in journalism and public relations. He graduated from the University of Missouri in 1967 with a degree in journalism. He has worked as a reporter, editor, and columnist for newspapers in Texas, California, and Missouri. His work has appeared in many national publications, including Time Magazine.

Employed by Sun Oil Company, Philadelphia, as public relations executive and later he operated his own PR agency. He created the board game Sixth Sense in 2002 and the game sold at independent bookstores nationwide.

Cloud said his next project is a young-adult novel. “I have written the first draft of a story I’m calling 16 And In Love,” Cloud said. “This story—like A Boy Called Duct Tape—is multicultural.”

Cloud lives in Joplin, Missouri.

A Boy Called Duct Tape Virtual Book Tour

A Boy Called Duct Tape Virtual Book Tour

About A Boy Called Duct Tape

Pablo Perez is a 12-year-old poor kid without much going for him. His classmates have dubbed him “Duct Tape” because his tattered discount-store sneakers are held together with…you guessed it, duct tape. He can’t escape the bullying.

Pablo’s luck, however, changes after he finds a $20 gold coin while swimming in a river near his home. Pablo later buys a $1 treasure map at the county fair. The map shows the route to the “lost treasure” of Jesse James. Pablo can’t help but wonder: Is there a link between the map and the gold coin? He is determined to find out, and he, his 9-year-old sister and 13-year-old cousin hire an ill-natured cave guide, and begin a treacherous underground adventure in search of treasure.

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A Boy Called Duct Tape Virtual Book Tour Schedule Coming Soon

 

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Christopher Cloud will be on book tour April 2 – 27, 2012. Contact Rebecca at Rebecca.camarena@yahoo.com is you would like to host this author.

Warmth in the Air: An Interview with Jaguar Addams and Alex Dzarny (The Green Memory of Fear)

“Can we trust her?”  Jaguar asked Alex, not much caring that I was listening. I was there to interview them, and Jaguar didn’t seemed thrilled about it.

“Yes,”  Alex said mildly.

Jaguar, seated next to him on the couch in her living room, narrowed her sea green eyes.  “Shaking your web, Spider Magus?”

He smiled. She only called him that when she suspected he was using his precognitive skills. They both had more than their share of psi capacities. “What do you think?”

“I think she’ll ask questions I don’t want to answer.”

He shrugged. “You can always kill her.”  His tone was teasing, but I’ll admit I kept my eye on the exit.

“Ha,”  I said.  “That’s, um, funny.  Should we begin?”

Alex gestured, inviting me to go ahead.

“I hear you two are involved in a whole new way,” I said. “Is it true?”

“That’s our business,”  Jaguar growled.  Her red glass knife peaked out from the sleeve of her silk shirt.  She stretched her long legs and crossed them at the ankle, her stiletto-heeled boots looking as dangerous as her knife.

Alex sighed.  “The problem is, I’m a supervisor and she’s a teacher. Technically, we can’t . . . .interact that way.”

“No,”  Jaguar said.  “The problem is the governor’s would use any excuse to fire me.”

Alex turned his dark eyes toward her, spoke softly.  “Would I let that happen?”

Jaguar touched his shoulder briefly. It didn’t take an empath to feel the tingle passing between them.

“You look after her safety,” I noted.

“He likes to imagine I need it,”  Jaguar cut in. Then she grinned. “Once he was even crazy enough to throw himself at a Telekine who wanted to kill us both.”

“That,”  Alex said.  “I knew you had my back.”

“So I protected you instead,” she said.

“As it turns out, you did,” he agreed.

“Then I’ll admit you had my back with Dr. Senci.”

Again, that sizzle between them.  If this kept up, I’d have to open a window. “Who’s Dr. Senci?” I asked.

“A recent case,”  Alex shuddered. “A rough one.”

“How come?” I asked.

“You know what a Greenkeeper is?” Jaguar asked.

I shook my head.

“A maxxed out vampire, who eats anything that gets in his way.  We got in the way.”

“Say more,”  I requested.

Jaguar mulled. “Tell you what.  If you’re free this solstice, meet us at 13 Streams.  I’ll tell the story at the sun ceremony.”

13 Streams.  A small Native American village in New Mexico, run by Jake and One Bird, Jaguar’s empathic mentors.  A place I’d love to visit.

“I’ll be there,”  I said. “You’ll tell it all?”

She nodded.  “And you’ll see what kind of man Alex really is.”

She looked to him, holding his gaze.  The room grew appreciably warmer.

I stood.  “Right,”  I said.  “Send me details. I’ll see you there.”

They said goodbye, sort of.  But they never stopped looking at each other.  When I closed the door behind me I fanned myself with my hand, and went in search of air.

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Barbara Chepaitis is author of eight published novels and two nonfiction books.  Her most recent novel is The Green Memory of Fear, fifth book in the ‘fear’ series featuring Jaguar Addams.  She is also director of the fiction writing program at Western College of Colorado’s Master’s program in creative writing.

Website:  http://www.wildreads.com

blog: aliterarylunch.blogspot.com

facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jaguar-Addams-and-the-Fear-Series/135879429815445

The Green Memory of Fear by B.A. Chepaitis

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Join B.A. Chepaitis, author of The Green Memory of Fear as she virtually tours the blogosphere in 2012 on her third tour with Pump Up Your Book!

About B.A. Chepaitis

barbaraBARBARA CHEPAITIS is author of 8 published novels, including the critically acclaimed Feeding Christine and These Dreams, as well as the sci-fi series featuring Jaguar Addams. The fourth novel in that series, A Lunatic Fear was a nominee for a Romantic Times Bookclub award.

Her scripts have placed semifinalist with Niccholl’s Fellowship and finalist with Sundance Screenwriter’s award.

She is founder and director of the storytelling trio The Snickering Witches, host of WAMC Writer’s Forum, a Teaching Artist with the Lincoln Center-based Aesthetic education program, and concentration direction in fiction at Western State College of Colorado’s graduate program in creative writing.

You can visit her website at Wild Reads and her blog at M&C Literary Lunch

You can also follower her on Twitter and Facebook

About The Green Memory of Fear

Green Memory of Fear by BA Chepaitis On Prison Planetoid Three, Jaguar Addams uses her empathic gifts to make criminals face the fears that drive their heinous acts. Very few escape the telepathic web she weaves around them. . . . until now.

When Jaguar takes on an assignment investigating a psychiatrist on trial for abuse of a little boy, she finds a killer unlike any she’s faced before. Dr. Senci’s psi skills are a match for her own, and unless she consents to do as he wants, he’ll use them to kill everyone she loves.

Once she realizes who and what he really is, she leaves the Planetoid to go after him. But Supervisor Alex Dzarny isn’t about to let her go it alone, even if it means losing his own life to save hers.

What Reviewers Are Saying

…this is SF at its realistic best.

~Harriet Klausner

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Tour Schedule

Monday, March 5
Guest Post at Alchemy of Scrawl

Tuesday, March 6
Guest Post at The Book Bin

Wednesday, March 7
Guest Post at Inkyblots

Thursday, March 8
Guest Post at Coffee and a Keyboard

Friday, March 9
Review at The Hot Author Report

Monday, March 12
Guest Post at KellyMcClymer.com

Wednesday, March 14
Guest Post at Literarily Speaking

Thursday, March 15
Live interview at A Book and a Chat

Monday, March 19
Guest Post at Writing and Other Ways…

Wednesday, March 21
Interview at American Chronicle

Friday, March 23
Review at The Hot Author Report

Monday, March 26
Guest Post at Pump Up Your Book

Tuesday, March 27
Interview at Broowaha
Guest Post at Celtic Lady’s Book Reviews

Thursday, March 29
Review at Working for the Mandroid

Friday, March 30
Review at The Hot Author Report

Monday, April 2
Spotlight at The Plot

Tuesday, April 3
Character Interview at The Plot

Thursday, April 5
Review at Working for the Mandroid

Friday, April 6
Review at The Hot Author Report

Monday, April 9
Guest Post at The Top Shelf

Wednesday, April 11
Guest Post at The Book Vortex

Thursday, April 12
Review at Working for the Mandroid

Friday, April 13
Review at Minding Spot

Saturday, April 14
Review at Minding Spot

Sunday, April 15
Review at The Minding Spot

Monday, April 16
Review at The Hot Author Report

Tuesday, April 17
Interview at The Examiner

Thursday, April 19
Review at Working for the Mandroid

Friday, April 20
Excerpt at Between the Covers

Monday, April 23
Guest Post at Between the Covers

Tuesday, April 24
Guest Post at TBF Reviews

Thursday, April 26
Review at Working for the Mandroid

Friday, April 27
Guest Post & Giveaway at Darlene’s Book Nook

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B.A. Chepaitis’ THE GREEN MEMORY OF FEAR ONLINE BOOK TOUR 2012 will officially begin March 2nd and end April 27th. Thank you for your support!

Echo Falls by Jaime McDougall

About Jaime McDougall

Jaime McDougall 2Jaime McDougall is a citizen of the world, currently loving life in beautiful country Victoria in Australia. She loves eating sushi, kidnapping her husband and naming her pets in honour of science fiction authors.

She has been published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: High School: The Real Deal and Chicken Soup for the Soul: Campus Chronicles. So You Want to Write a Guest Post: An Author’s Guide to Promoting with Guest Blogging is her most recent non-fiction ebook. She has also enjoyed writing a column called ‘The New Australian’ in local newspapers as well as various articles online.

Echo Falls is her first paranormal romance novel. You can buy it now at:

Amazon ( Kindle ) | Barnes and Noble ( Nook ) | Smashwords ( Multiformat )
Amazon ( Print ) | Barnes and Noble ( Print )

You can visit her website at InkyBlots.com

About Echo Falls

Running from a nightmare stalking her every move, Phoebe Martin arrives in Echo Falls hoping she has finally found a safe place to stop. But trouble has a way of catching up and soon the signs are there.

After a vicious attack in an alley, policeman Aidan O’Bryan is left with Phoebe as his only path to understanding why the Echo Falls werewolf pack – his pack – is being attacked. When another pack member is killed, Phoebe is forced to confront her past before she loses Aidan and everything she has come to love.

Love and duty become one as Aidan strives to prevent Phoebe from becoming the next victim. But with Phoebe just as determined to protect Aidan and her new home, secrets from her past threaten to tear them apart.

Will love give Phoebe the strength to trust Aidan and face her fears, or will her past destroy her future?

Read an Excerpt

CHAPTER ONEKeep running, keep running, keep running. Phoebe’s lungs burned as her mind screamed the mantra. Keep running, keep running.

How many steps can there be?

She should know. She lived in this apartment building.

Tears ran down her cheeks and her lungs burned for air. Only the random irrational thought broke through the panic keeping her feet moving down the steps. Keep running. Keep running. The light of the emergency exit came into view. Almost there…

The door to the stairwell slammed open with a hollow boom. She tripped and clung to the railing to steady herself.

Keep running.

The shock of the cool night air sent a shiver of relief through her body. She’d come out a side exit into an alley. If she could just get to the front –

Suddenly she was thrown to the ground from behind. She hit the concrete, what little breath she had knocked from her lungs. Blood began flowing from where her head hit the ground, and small sparks of light floated into her vision.

How did he catch up so fast?

Desperately she tried to gulp down as much air as she could, willing her lungs to cooperate. Instinct kicked in as the attacker slashed at her, and she curled into fetal position.

A dog. He’d turned into a dog. A big dog with vicious claws and teeth he used to tear into her exposed back, thigh and shoulder. She slowly regained her breath but could only use it to scream her throat raw.

Her vision faded, taking the small sparks of light with it. Searing pain ripped through her shoulder as a claw dug down against her bone. One last, long scream tore from her lungs before she was left gasping and sobbing, her fear slowly smoldering into rage.

Things can’t end like this.

She opened her eyes as the dog stood over her, trying to get to her throat. A paw came into her line of vision and she saw her chance. She reached out, grabbed it and squeezed with all the strength she had.

The dog yelped and tried to twist away, but she held on with all the strength she had. She knew she’d only bought herself time. She couldn’t move the dog off her and she couldn’t squeeze his paw all night. He tried uselessly to bite her, his jaws having no strength so long as she squeezed his paw. But she could already feel her strength waning.

Suddenly the weight of the dog flew off her, taking the paw out of her grip. Without thinking, she used her one cooperating arm to drag herself toward the front of the building.

She shivered, her arm giving out, and caught a glimpse of a second dog. No. A wolf… Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she listened to the dogs fighting, the battle just a few steps away. She tried her best to curl up against the building wall and willed the growling and snapping to go away. They sounded like they were tearing each other to pieces.

The universe granted her wish, the battle ending with the sound of two bodies hitting each other and a sharp whine. She shivered and softly whined as well, dreading the approach of the winner as one of the dogs yelped and ran away.

A few moments later warm, human hand brushed the back of her head and she screamed again. If it could be called a scream. Her throat burned and rebelled at her abuse of it.

“Ssh. You’re safe now.”

She tried to scream again and move away, but her body wouldn’t obey her commands. She groaned as the full force of the pain washed over her.

He murmured and she relaxed her desperate grip on staying conscious. Sleep seemed so tempting, the black abyss singing a siren’s song to her. Her rescuer – or captor – tried to soothe her, but something dark and dangerous in his voice betrayed him. He was different. She tried to bat away his hands but gave up after a few attempts, not sure if her good hand was actually moving.

As she slipped into the darkness, she wondered if death had merely granted her a short reprieve from the inevitable.

Mickey from Blood: The New Red by David S. Grant

The following is told by Mickey, the narrator from the novel “BLOOD: The New Red”:

So two hours prior I get off a plane from Arizona where I just spent 28 days, uh, rehabbing and my manager lets me know that “BLOOD: The New Red” is out and available. Given the lies from the previous book, “Corporate Porn”, I assume the worst. Still, my manager wanted to throw a party. Cool, let’s do it! My manager told me A&E and TMZ were fighting over the rights to host the party. I was bummed FX wasn’t showing interest, but then I became distracted once I heard Coldplay may show up. The location was a secret only to be tweeted minutes prior. When I heard the party was in two hours I became anxious: how was I to find the perfect pair of aviators in two hours? My manager calmed me by saying, “Mickey, it’s okay, Ryan Seacrest has declined.” This was calming.

After several hours I arrived at the party.

We are at a bar in TriBeCa and sitting across from me is David S. Grant, the author of “BLOOD: The New Red”, the book that is about me PLUS a lot of lies; although, I haven’t read it so I’m not sure what is real and what is not. Also, I take a lot of medications so it’s possible I don’t know my own reality. I look away, of course, he is staring at me. I am wearing dark (VERY DARK) aviators so he has no idea I see him. I turn and walk the other way.

TMZ won the bidding war and have set up several cameras. My manager positions them to get my good sides and then asks me to take off my glasses for a moment. There is a gasp when people see my eyes. “Your eyes, they are so…Blue?” I get this a lot. Given my prescriptions a lot of people just assume my natural eye color is red, blood red. My manager pulls me over into a corner. I put my aviators back on and then my manager gives me a B12 shot in my thigh and then hands me a shot of Patron Silver.

The author reads the first chapter and stumbles through the good parts and then says something about me doing coke with John Stamos and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met this person before. My manager whispers “Uncle Jessie” and I nod. Yes, that did happen. I pull my manager back over to the corner and ask if he has any morphine. He looks horrified and pushes me over to the bar where I have another shot of Patron Silver.

I feel in my pockets for a Vicodin. I REALLY need one now. Hairs on my back stand up as I listen to the reading. There is this notion of the Seventh Avenue world of designs, drugs, and magazines passing itself off as the definition of cool. NO, they are just a conduit to what people want. I look around and realize everyone is staring at me. I hear the author discuss my leather pants. Yes, Mickey is back.

The band Coldplay shows up and are very drunk, but Bono and The Edge are also there and play a short acoustic set that ends with me standing on a bar singing “Where The Streets Have No Names.” Everyone cheers, buys me shots of Patron Silver, and tell me I’m amazing. I shrug and then Rikki Rocket shows up wearing a black leather cowboy hat and says he has a Town Car gassed and ready to go so we leave, take off our shirts, and drive though Times Square where we pick up two girls at the Blue Fin W bar. Both girls are named Stoli so we take them to a club named FIX and then maybe we end up at a male strip club named Bananas, although this is where the night starts to become fuzzy. I may or may not have been on stage and that is the last scene I remember before my manager pulls me out of the Town Car that is parked at LaGuardia and drags me into the airport. As my manager pushes me through the security line he tells me I was on stage, was completely nude, and was yelling “Mickey Is Back!” I ask my manager if I looked good and he nods.

Apparently there is a rehab facility in New Mexico expecting my arrival.

Rock and Roll,
Mickey

For more information on “BLOOD: The New Red” please go to http://www.silverthought.com/blood/ Follow David on Twitter: @david_s_grant

Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Blood-New-David-S-Grant/dp/0984173854/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1327246788&sr=8-2

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Blood-The-New-Red-ebook/dp/B006NZRWLG/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1327246788&sr=8-3

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