The Alabama Horror Collection: Volume One


This collection contains FOUR best-selling horror shorts available for the first time in one place! The award winning author is proud to present in their entirety:

The Initiation: Hell House–Carissa is a college student with a secret. As a child she was tormented by a shadow person. The fear lingered with her and she decided the best way to deal with it was to face her fears head on. She joins her Junior College’s paranormal investigative team, but there’s one catch: she has to pass an initiation first–a night alone in “Hell House,” an old mansion in Cordova, Alabama with a long history of tragedies. Is Hell House just a collection of rumors? Or do the dead still walk the halls? Will she make it out alive?

Where Old Acquaintances Be Forgot–A New Year’s Eve party that will never be forgotten–well, that’s what it was supposed to be. For Mike, it turned into a waking nightmare. Old family secrets reveal themselves inside the abandoned Bryce Mental Hospital. The patients still haunt the floors and a crazed nurse seems hell-bent to administer her own special brand of “medicine.” It’s a nonstop frantic run through Hell with an ending that comes out of nowhere.

The Hotel Alabama: Room 23–Some places you just don’t want to go. The Hotel Alabama is a mythical hotel that only appears certain nights of the year. Some say it’s a gateway into Hell, and for Cassie, that’s exactly what it becomes. Will she make it through the night? Or does the Hotel Alabama have a new permanent resident?

The Bangor Cave Witch: Origins–Bangor Cave, infamous underground nightclub has been a subject of urban legend and lore for decades. Stories of witches, Satanic rituals, and other odd happenings plague the area. This story takes you back to the beginning. Every Urban Legend has a starting point, and every nightmare has a grain of truth in it. BASED ON THE REAL ALABAMA URBAN LEGEND.


Where Old Acquaintances Be Forgot Excerpt

“Oh fuck!” He knelt to search for the light. Minutes turned into eternities as he ran his
hands along the pitch black floor. His heart thumped in his head and he couldn’t tell if the
screams in his ears were his or someone else’s. The flashlight hummed as it rolled away from him. He trapped it against the wall and finally flicked it on with his trembling hands.

A young, strawberry-blonde girl with ringlet curls, no more than eight years old appeared,
standing on a stool in the center of the room in place of the doll. The noose was now draped around her neck.
This isn’t real, Mike repeated to himself as the girl locked eyes with him.
“Suicide is the easy part,” she mumbled. “It’s the eternity in Hell that’s hard.”
Without waiting for his response, she leapt off the stool. The rope pulled taut, and the
girl’s neck snapped like a tree branch in a thunderstorm. Her tiny black dress shoes swung to within inches from Mike’s face.

Talon: The Cocaine Cowboys (WIP) excerpt

I lifted him up by the arm and then throttled him by the throat. “Do you know who I am, Marty?”

He spit in my face and muttered something in Spanish. I wiped my face and howled, “Wrong answer, asshole!”

I tossed him on the bed, popped my fangs, and pounced on the bed. I got nose to nose with Marty and relished the feeling as the fear overwhelmed his eyes. “Wh-what the fuck are you?”

I snickered. “Jehovah’s Witness. I was wondering if you had a moment to talk about our personal Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.”

“What?” he asked, utterly confused.

I rolled my eyes and thought, My God, does no one get sarcasm in this fucking country?



Talon Updates

Have been really busy, not just working on Talon projects but getting my short horror story “Where Old Acquaintances be Forgot” ready for release on kindle.  But there is some new news to share!

I have not one, but TWO Talon prequel stories being considered for horror anthologies.  The pay is minimal but the exposure for the characters and my name is what I’m going for.  I should know by mid-August if these two stories are going to be released.

I am actively searching out anthologies for dark fantasy.  I want to put as many Talon prequels out there as I can before the novel launches 7/22/17.  This is an exciting time with lots and lots of dark fantasy and horror coming your way.

Some Updates

Well, lot’s been going on.  Firstly, I’d like to announce that “Cemetery Mountain” has been picked up for the Burning Willow Press anthology Crossroads coming out around Halloween.

Still the “The Board” coming out in the Sandspress Anthology “Death & Pestilence,” also coming out around Halloween.

“The Initiation” is going to come out in the anthology “1313 Continental Drive.”  Every room of the house has a story from different horror author.  To put it bluntly, that’s one VERY haunted house.

The piece, “The Devil’s Mistress” will be coming out in a charity anthology, title yet to be determined.

The first edits have been done on “Where Old Acquaintances Be Forgot” has been done.  A little more polish and this Alabama horror story will be available as a stand alone kindle short story on Amazon.

Just received the contracts for “Murder Creek,” another short story, and “The Rise of UMBRA,” my sci fi novel.  Can’t wait to get the ball running on these two.

Talon: The Spider’s Web has been given a tentative release date of 7/22/17.

I am working on some Talon prequels which I hope to self publish myself to get some buz going on everyone’s favorite Vampire.  The current project is called, “Talon: The Blood Countess,” which involves him interacting with lady Elizabeth Bathory.

So that’s what all is on the works right now.  Busy, busy, busy….

The Blood Countess (A Talon Prequel) Excerpt

The Ottoman camp was a few miles outside the village of Csejte. The bastards had been running raids from this position for months. As I looked down the hill at them, I smiled. There were at least two to three hundred of them down there, and they were all about to made midnight snacks.

I pulled Molly close to me and kissed her. “Are you ready, my darling?”

Licking her lips, a twinkle appeared in her eyes. “Oh, I’ve been ready.”

Tessa walked up from behind and twisted a strand of Molly’s hair around her finger. “Now remember your part, Molly. But then again, why am I reminding you? You’ve learned to play the damsel in distress so well.”

Kissing Molly one last time, I sank my fangs into her tongue and took a little sip before sending her on her way. “Go get them, my love.”

Following around fifty feet behind Molly, Tessa and I watched as she started screaming. She ran right into the middle of the Ottoman camp and she definitely got their attention. They encircled her with fiendish looks on their faces.

One walked up and grabbed Molly by the hair. “Well, well, look what we have here! Looks like we’ve got ourselves a little play-toy for the night, boys!”

That’s it, take the bait, boys.

“No! Please, no! Someone help me!” Molly screamed. My God, she was turning into quite the little actress. I almost believed she was in distress myself.

The large brute that had her by the hair invited a few of his friends to follow him inside his tent and dragged Molly inside. She kept screaming for a few seconds, and then the world went silent. Suddenly, it was the men who were screaming, and then once again, silence.

Molly appeared out of the tent, covered in blood, and holding the head of the bastard who had dared put his hands on her. She was laughing quite loudly and then screamed, “Come on, boys! Who wants a turn?”

With that said, the massacre was on. I dropped my fangs and talons all at once and rushed the camp. One Ottoman must have seen me out of the corner of his eye, he raised his sword to take a swing at me, but I was past him and my talons had ripped out his throat before he had a chance to move. There were men running everywhere, I almost couldn’t decide where to start.

I saw men flying through the air as I tackled the two largest men I saw to the ground. With one, I stabbed my talons into his eye sockets. With the other, I picked him up by the throat and crushed his larynx as I held him up off the ground. Catching Molly out of the corner of my eye, I yelled, “Molly, catch!” and tossed the half-dead Ottoman to her. She sank her fangs into his neck and pinned him to the ground in a matter of seconds.

Mmm, that’s my girl!

To my left, I saw a dozen men surrounding Tessa. She stood there with her arms at her side. She didn’t even act concerned at them leering at her with their weapons in hand. After I knocked a foot soldier to the ground and drank him dry, I took a seat and watched my Sire work.

The first to approach her had a spear. His feeble attempt to stab her missed badly. She stepped to the side, took his spear from him, and kicked his legs out from under him. She impaled the man to the ground as his blood sprayed all over her. She then pulled the spear free, let out a war-cry that gave even me chills, and snapped the spear over her knee. Well, that was more than enough for the other eleven men to scatter to the wind, but I wasn’t letting them get away. Not tonight. We hadn’t had a full-blown feeding frenzy in months and I was personally going to get blood-drunk.

I leaped into the air and drove my knees into one man’s chest, sending him to the ground. Seeing Molly pounce on him, I moved on to the next. He was a young man, not much older than I was when I was turned. He lunged at me with a sword and I laughed as he nearly fell when I moved. He turned and faced me again with a determined look on his face. “Come now,” I said, “do all Ottoman’s fight like women? Or is it just you?”

Well, that certainly fired him up. He began performing some masterful sword-play but he was simply too slow to possibly hit me. To mock him, I even put my hands behind my back. He slashed for my head and I ducked at the last minute. Mockingly, I said, “Almost. You’re getting closer.”

He kept hacking and slashing blindly in my direction and I continued laughing at him. The more I laughed, the wilder his swings became. Soon I was doing my best impression of an Irish jig as the boy kept overextending himself, nearly falling to the ground with each swing.

I heard Tessa scream, “Talon! Stop playing with the poor thing and put him down!”

Aw, but I was just starting to have fun.

I grabbed the boy by his throat and slammed him down to the ground. The impact caused him to drop his sword, not that it was doing him any good, and I got nose to nose with the boy. “Wh—what are you?” he asked me.

Smiling at him with my fangs, I scoffed, “I am the Devil and you are playing in my domain!” I promptly dug my fangs into his neck and drank until his screams faded to nothing.

I stood up and shouted at the top of my lungs, “You call yourselves an army? Come and get me you spineless fucks!”

As chaos erupted all around me, I stood and watched. Half the Ottoman camp was now on fire and the bodies were beginning to pile up everywhere. Anyone who came too close I would grab, throw to the ground, and drain dry. It had been so long, I was truly blood-drunk. I stumbled about, laughing as Molly and Tessa ripped to shreds the men who had dared stand in our way. I watched as the Ottoman camp burned to the ground. We left not a single survivor. This night, we were gods, and the gods were angry.

Multi-Writing/Tasking: Good or Bad?

A question I’ve stumbled across in the last few weeks as I wait on the editor’s to send me their revisions to my anthology pieces and my novel.  My first instinct was to work on my novel’s sequel, which I did hardcore for about a month.  Before I realized it, I had 40k on my sequel done, but I was burning out on it a bit.

So I decided to switch to an old project.  It was a short story (novelette really) that was a Sci Fi piece which you’ve seen me posting excerpts from on this page.  I stayed on that project and carried the story to its full end (which included some mild genre changes towards the end) but overall, I was very happy with what I created and am currently waiting to hear back from two different publishers I sent the piece off to (the final work ended up being just under 50k, making it a short novel).

Now that I have a potential second novel in the wings, I feel refreshed to get back into my sequel.  I will probably work on it until I get burned out again and then will fall back to one of my other projects.  I still have a super hero novel in the works (which I re-read last night and was VERY happy with what I had, including the extensive notes I made for it), a novella or short novel about a Dhampir that is part of my Talon universe, and a horror story called “Patches” that I think could turn into my first actual horror novel.

The point, while you should never overextend and never finish something, it’s good to have ‘other projects’ to get your mind off of a major task.  I say write whatever you feel and bounce around if you need to until you get all of them finished.  Plus, if you finish them all close together, you can flood the market with your work.  Gotta get that name out there and if you don’t write, you’ll never finish anything.