#BadMoonRising Never Change (Demon’s Blood) by Shari Sakurai #horror #LGBT #shortstory

Hi, Folks! Here’s today’s Bad Moon Rising featured guest, Shari Sakurai, who has accomplished something I’ve never even worked up the nerve to try! Check out her fun interview and her intriguing books, and then pass the post along if you would, so others can take a look, too. Thanks, and thanks again to Teri for this terrific series! 🙂

Books and Such

What’s Halloween without a few vampires? I’ve been a vampire fan since I watched the original Fright Night – how bad could they be if they looked like Chris Sarandon? Today’s author is no stranger to Bad Moon Rising, and she’s featuring a vampire short story set in her Demon’s Blood series universe. I’ve also seen the movie that freaked her out – and her freakout is justified. Welcome Shari Sakurai!

Has a movie or book scared you so much you couldn’t sleep? Which one?

Yes! Me and my sister went to see The Babadook at the cinema a few years ago. It is one of the creepiest films I have ever seen but the bit that really gets me is when she is at the police station and when she looks up the Babadook is hanging up with all the coats. I don’t know why but that bit really…

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Welcome Marcia Meara with The Emissary #Series

Hi, Folks! This morning, I’m happy to say I’m a guest over on Craig Boyack’s Entertaining Stories blog. I’ve shared an excerpt from The Emissary 3: Love Hurts with Craig and his friends, and hope you’ll take a moment to stop by to check it out and say hello. And of course, should you have a minute to share this post far and wide, I’d be eternally grateful! ❤ Thanks, and a huge thank-you to Craig as well for having me over today. 🙂

Entertaining Stories

Welcome Marcia Meara to Entertaining Stories. Marcia is one of my partners over at Story Empire. She’s hosted my book tours, and it’s time to repay the favor. She’s here to tell us about her Emissary Series, specifically book three of the series. Make her feel welcome, and please use those sharing buttons on your way out today.

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Thanks so much for having me here today, Craig. I can’t tell you how happy I am to be visiting you and sharing a bit about my newest release, The Emissary 3: Love Hurts. This is the final novella in the trilogy, and I hope your friends and followers will enjoy the excerpt I’m going to share. I know this one will make the post a wee bit longer than I’ve kept them on this tour, but as the final stop, I wanted to introduce folks to Azrael in a…

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The Secret of my Success – Maybe

It’s Craig’s turn on Story Empire today, and his post is fantastic. Trust me, you don’t want to miss his discussion on how he approaches producing multiple books and series. It’s fascinating stuff, too good not to take note of and then, to pass along to the Immediate World. Thanks, and thanks to Craig for sharing your methods and ideas! Great stuff! 🙂

Story Empire

Hi, Gang. Craig with you again today. Honestly, there is a fudge in that title, because it depends upon what you call success. If you’re all about sales, volume, and bestseller lists I don’t have success.

I’m more motivated by delivering a good story that readers will enjoy. In that regard, I’ve been quite successful this year. As a small recap, I have a science fiction novel, a longer fantasy novel, and a noveloid length publication that is more designed for the short-read market. Oh, there is also one short story that was included in an anthology. This post isn’t about tooting my own horn, it’s to give you some leads on how I accomplished all that.

In the interest of full disclosure, most of the science fiction story was written in 2019, but I also published three books that year. I do all this and hold down a full-time…

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#BadMoonRising The Sea Was Angry by Armand Rosamilia #horror #seastories

Today’s Bad Moon Rising post over on Teri Polen’s blog features Armand Rosamilia and his book, The Sea Was Angry. Do yourself a big favor and check it out. The interview is hilarious, and the book sounds wonderfully scary. Plus, the cover is fantastic. Great post all the way around. And please remember to pass it along so others can enjoy it, too. Thanks, and once again, thanks to Teri for hosting such a fun October event! 🙂

Books and Such

If you’ve followed Bad Moon Rising from the beginning, you’ll probably recognize today’s author – he’s participated every year. Today he brings his newest release, a tale of horror on the sea (love the cover!) With his list of things he’d take to a haunted house, I’d probably tag along – the man has excellent taste in bourbon. Welcome Armand Rosamilia!

Would you rather sleep in a coffin for one night or spend the night in a haunted house?

Neither, but if I had to choose it would be the haunted house. I’m too fat (too many peanut M&M’s and bourbon in my diet) so I’d have to be stuffed into a coffin. That would be quite uncomfortable. Bring on the ghosts!

Name three items you’d take to spend the night in a haunted house.

A five lb. bag of peanut M&M’s. A bottle of Pappy Van Winkle bourbon. A…

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#BadMoonRising Aceldama by John Hazen #horror #historicalthriller #TuesdayBookBlog

Another one that’s a day late, but I’ll be all caught up by the end of today, I promise. In the meantime, do stop by to check out Teri Polen’s “Bad Moon Rising” guest from yesterday, John Hazen. A fun interview, and his book, Aceldama, sounds like it would be great! And if you would, please remember to pass the post along so others can enjoy it, as well. Thanks, and thanks once again to Teri for hosting this fun October event! 🙂

Books and Such

Today I’d like to introduce you to another author making his debut with Bad Moon Rising! His featured book is a fascinating blend of historical fiction with a two millenia old curse tossed into the mix. As an adult, he attempted a rewatch of the movie that kept him up at night as a child – read on to find out what happened. Welcome John Hazen!

Would you rather sleep in a coffin for one night or spend the night in a haunted house?

If it’s an open coffin, I’d take that. They look rather comfy. But if it’s a closed one, I couldn’t take the claustrophobia and I’d opt for the haunted house. The house I grew up in wasn’t haunted (as far as I know anyway) but it was built in the 1850s so there was a fair amount of creaking and drafts. I wouldn’t imagine a haunted…

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#BadMoonRising Hullaba Lulu: A Dieselpunk Adventure by Teagan Riordain Geneviene #steampunk #historicalfantasy

Running a day late with things I want to share, folks, but bear with me. I hope to be all caught up by tomorrow. Right now, I’m eager to share Teagan Geneviene’s fun post over on Teri Polen’s Bad Moon Rising series. Do yourself a favor and check this one out. I love how Teagan’s mind works! 😀 Don’t forget to share, if you would, so others can enjoy it, too. Thanks! And thanks again, Teri, for such a terrific October series! 🙂

Books and Such

Happy Monday!  Today’s guest is sure to pull you out of your Monday morning slump.  Her creativity knows no limits, and she’s brought along Lulu, her main character, to join in for the interview.  I’m willing to bet a lifetime supply of chocolate you’d never guess which movie scared her so much she couldn’t sleep.  Welcome Teagan Riordain Geneviene!

Hi, Teri. Thanks so much for letting Lulu and me be part of Bad Moon Rising 2020! (Lulu, there’s a bit of horseradish on your mouth. Ugh, did you just burp?)

As I was about to say, I don’t write real horror, but Hullaba Lulu — a Dieselpunk Adventure has some pos-i-lutely creepy moments. In honor of Bad Moon Rising, my new novella is priced at 99¢ (Kindle version only), throughout October. (What Lulu? Yes, I know that cold hand on your shoulder in the abandoned train station really scared you…

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#GuestDayTuesday – Ann Patras – Into Africa: 3 Kids, 13 Crates, and a Husband

Today, I’d like you to give a warm welcome to Ann Patras. Ann will be sharing an excerpt from her book, Into Africa: With 3 Kids, 13 Crates, and a Husband. Now I don’t know about you, but I’m intrigued already, so take it away, Ann!

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Hi, everybody! I am thrilled to bits to be here today and really hope you enjoy reading a little about my crazy life in Africa so long ago. Feel free to ask any questions, which I will do my best to answer.

EXCERPT:

I was getting rather neurotic about sounds in the night ever since our experience with the guard trying to get into the kitchen. Several nights I had woken up thinking I’d heard noises only to find nothing of consequence.

This night I woke up with a start, just after midnight.

Although I had been sound asleep an inner voice said something dramatic had awakened me. A familiar noise, in fact. When we first moved into McFrazier Crescent, and Vicki and Leon were slightly smaller, they were unable to open the back door from outside because the handle was too high for them to reach. They got into the habit of thumping it, or bashing it with their bums when they wanted to come in.

As I delved into my subconscious I was sure the noise that suddenly woke me had sounded just like that.

I lay in bed hardly daring to breath and prayed that Ziggy didn’t start to snore and ‘get in the way of’ my auditory scrutiny. This may sound stupid, but I have found that when I try to listen to some distinct noise I need to keep my eyes open. I listened for quite a while but my eyes began to close and I could feel myself drifting back to sleep.

Fortunately, just before I drifted off I heard another abnormal sound. That perked me up again and I returned to my vigilant audial focus.

The noise I heard sounded a bit like rustling and then it dawned on me. With Hollins not being at work for the past couple of days, the rubbish bin in the kitchen hadn’t been emptied since Saturday. It was full of papers and cardboard rubbish that I’d made the kids clear up from their bedrooms, as well as other rubbish.

Obviously the puppy was ferreting about in the bin. I imagined the mess which could be made by all this stuff being scattered across the kitchen floor. The little sod.

As I lay there wondering whether or not I could be bothered to go and kick his arse and put him outside, I heard an odd sounding clunk and decided that I had perhaps better go and investigate.

As I reached the bedroom door I could still hear rustling. Rather a lot of rustling for such a small dog, in fact. Now I was a little worried.

Ziggy was the last one to bed, so I wasn’t sure if he had closed the door which connects the bedroom passage to the living area. What if it was open and it wasn’t the dog making the noise?

Snapping myself out of this state of mind I slowly and carefully opened the bedroom door and peeked around it. Thankfully the passage door was shut. I crept out of the bedroom and took three paces to the door where I stood listening again.

I could still hear ‘sounds’ but then heard what seemed like walking noises. And to be honest, it did not sound like a walking dog.

By this time my heart was beginning to pound somewhat. I heard Cokey whine, like he does when he wants to be let out at night. He continued to whine. But it was rather early for his ‘wee break’. So what was he whining about?

This clearly warranted some further investigation, but I was very reluctant to open that passage door. Then I had a brainwave.

There were no lights on in the bedroom corridors so I could walk down to the far end, by Vicki’s bedroom, and peer through the window which looks out onto the back yard. From there I should be able to see across to the back door (you remember – it was that ‘back door bashing sound’ that woke me) or see if any intruders were in evidence in the yard.

I began to creep down the passage.

When I was but a stripling, my leg joints used to click and creak if I tried to creep around quietly. It must be something to do with tension because sod my luck if they suddenly didn’t start up now!

So I clicked and creaked my way along the passageway and turned right into the section where Vicki’s bedroom was, taking me to the rear, yard-facing window.

Crouched and moving forward I ducked below the level of the window.

Very, very slowly I turned and eased myself until I could peer through the glass. There was no sign of anyone in the yard. Phew, relief. I stood up and let my gaze drift towards the rear wall. I thought it was my imagination at first, but when I moved to the furthest section of the window I could clearly see the back of the house.

My heart came into my mouth and my stomach disappeared somewhere down into my ankles. The back door was open!

At that point I nearly sh*t myself.

My knees went weak, I started to shake, and I stopped breathing.

It was only as I stood resolutely taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself that I looked down and realised I was standing there stark naked. In my single-minded determination to play amateur sleuth I had forgotten to put on any clothes.

Between me and the relative safety of my bedroom was a considerable expanse of corridor, which led up to an unlocked door (there was no key for it), on the other side of which there was an unknown quantity of burglars.

I was terrified.

BLURB:

When Ann and Ziggy Patras uproot from England in 1980 and head off with their three young children to live and work in deepest Africa, they have no idea what they are letting themselves in for.  While prepared for sunshine and storms 13o south of the equator, the Patras family are ill-equipped for much else.

Interspersed with snippets from Ann’s letters home, this crazy story describes encounters ranging from lizards to lions, servants to shopping shortages, and cockroaches to curfews.


Author Ann Patras

Ann Patras was born and raised in Burton upon Trent in the English Midlands a long time ago. She had a lot of interaction with people, initially through her family’s busy corner grocery shop, then her parents’ popular pub and later through her own varied careers.  She started her working life as a junior legal secretary and ended it as a gallery curator with a variety of other stuff between, including a spell as police reservist on a horse!

She married Ziggy in 1974, raised three kids and countless dogs.  After taking on a two-year contract to work in Zambia in 1980, they ended up living in Africa for thirty one years.  They now live in Andalusia, Spain, where Ann has plenty of time to write about their many crazy experiences.  She has already completed the first three books of her Africa Series, covering their lives in Zambia, and is about to delve into their antics in South Africa.

Buy Anna’s Books Here:
 Into Africa: 3 kids, 13 crates and a husband
More Into Africa: 3 kids, some dogs and a husband
Much More Into Africa: kids, dogs, horses and a husband

Or Get the Whole 3-BOOK SERIES Here
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0861V2B8Y/

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Africa-3-Book-Series/dp/B0861V2B8Y/

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Blog:  The Crazy World of Ann Patras  http://www.annpatrasauthor.com
Email:   annpatras.author@gmail.com

What’s In a Name? And How Do You Choose One?

Good Morning, Folks! Today, I’m over at Story Empire with a post about choosing character names. Hope you’ll stop by to check out the post, and will enjoy it enough to pass it along far and wide. Thanks so much! 🙂 ❤

Story Empire

Happy Moon’s Day, Everybody! Marcia here, with some thoughts about names. Shakespeare’s words above might be true for roses, but are they always true for the characters in our books? I’m not so sure. Certain names can trigger specific memories and images for each of us, for sure, but not always in ways that are what we want readers to picture when we tell our stories.

For instance, what would you choose to name a gorgeous, well-built Adonis of a hero like this one? Gomer? Probably not, unless you were deliberately being humorous or ironic.

And what about your nerdy little computer geek who saves the world? He might turn out to be a hero, but I’m guessing a name like Goliath would be a poor choice, for the same reason.

It’s not that names always have to point to what your hero/heroine looks like, or even what he or…

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#BadMoonRising The Emissary #3: Love Hurts by Marcia Meara #paranormal #angels

I’ve been sharing Teri Polen’s fun October guest series, Bad Moon Rising, all month, and now, I’m excited to announce her guest today is … ME! 😀 I do hope you’ll stop by to check out my post, and as always, will then pass it along for others to see, as well. Thanks so much, and my heartfelt thanks to Teri for inviting me to participate this year! 🙂 ❤

Books and Such

This is my first time welcoming today’s author to Bad Moon Rising, but I’m betting most of you know her. If you don’t, this is a perfect opportunity to meet her and become acquainted with her wonderful novels. She has a distinct talent for creating characters that stick with you long after finishing the book (Rabbit stole my heart!). She also has the best answer I’ve seen regarding having a loaded gun versus a car that wouldn’t break down in a horror movie. Welcome Marcia Meara!

Thanks so much for having me here, Teri. This is my first time participating in Bad Moon Rising, but I hope it won’t be my last. Today, I’ll be sharing The Emissary 3: Love Hurts, my recently released wrap up of an angelic trilogy. While decidedly paranormal, it’s not quite so scary as many others have shared, but that’s okay. It’s still full…

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#BadMoonRising Johnny Lycan and the Anubis Disk by Wayne Turmel #paranormal #urbanfantasy

And finally, my last reblog of a busy day. Today’s Bad Moon Rising guest is Wayne Turmel, author of an upcoming book that sounds absolutely perfect for Halloween. A fun interview, too. Be sure to stop by and check it out, and then pass it along to the Immediate World, so they can shiver, too. 🙂 As always, thanks to Teri Polen for such a fun series! 🙂

Books and Such

Today’s author is making his debut with Bad Moon Rising. His werewolf detective thriller is scheduled for release next month, but you can take advantage of the preorder links below. On his list of things to take to a haunted house? Top shelf tequila. Welcome Wayne Turmel!

Has a movie or book scared you so much you couldn’t sleep? Which one?

Hell yes. I read the Damnation Game by Clive Barker and there’s a section where the bad guy gets his… or so you think…. There’s an image of maggots that… I think I just threw up in my mouth a little just thinking about it. As far as movies, the one that stuck with me the longest—and gave birth to Johnny Lycan, was the old Hammer film, “The Curse of the Werewolf” with Oliver Reed. I saw it when I was a teenager and it freaked me out. Mainly…

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