Here's how it works: each author will post a question about their book that only somebody who has read it can answer. The first ten readers to answer all twenty questions correctly will each win a prize. The prizes include signed books, five $50 Amazon gift vouchers, and a brand-new Kindle Paperwhite for the grand prize winner!
Click on this link to access the PDF file that provides the book titles and writers included in the scavenger hunt, the links to purchase the books, and the questions that must be answered. The answers will be accepted starting in April.
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What would you do to survive the
apocalypse?
What begins as a beautiful summer day ends in disaster when a massive solar
flare strikes the Earth, burning out all electronic devices around the planet
and plunging the world into darkness.
Kirstie and her high school friends are stranded at an amusement park in
southern New Hampshire with no way to return to their homes outside of Concord.
Her mother, Danielle, is trapped in Boston when the disaster strikes; rather
than seeking shelter in the city, she begins the long and dangerous journey
home to find her daughter. Kirstie’s uncle, Shawn, the shift supervisor at the
Seabrook Nuclear Power Plant, must find a way to prevent the reactor from
melting down before millions die of radiation poisoning.
As society collapses, each family member must find a way to stay alive, even if
it means doing things they never imagined themselves capable of.
Can they survive the first five days of the apocalypse? Will they ever see each
other again?
"In typical Baker fashion, the action hits hard and fast in this very
plausible apocalyptic disaster scenario. Following the actions of three people
as they watch society collapse all around them, the pace never lets up. A
teenager has to grow up fast. A mother in the city has to find a way out. And
the supervisor at a nuclear power plant must find a way to prevent an even
bigger disaster. Time is short. When there is no police or military to step in
and help keep order, society breaks down quickly." -- David Simpson,
author of The Solar Tsunami and Zombie Road series
A World Gone Dark, the premiere book in the series, is scheduled for release on 2 January 2025. I'll be providing a link to the pre-order and a sample chapter within the next two weeks.
Until then, please check out our official webpage where you can learn more about the project and the writers involved here
Alice B. Sullivan -- The Collapse
Craig A. McDonough - Four Days Until Dead
Scott Baker -- Rotter World
R Jade Lazlow -- Blood Vessel
Alexander Bailey -- Fall of River City Book Two
Courtney Konstantin Author -- Babysitter of the Apocalypse, Book 2: We Don't Talk to Strangers
Armand Rosamilia -- Dying Days: Family Ties
Anne Geever Riconosciuto -- Undead Impact
Kendra Radke -- Guns, Rations, Rigs and the Undead
Kristi Buckel -- The Silence
Alathia Morgan - Dead in Dallas
I have the book cover and will be releasing the cover reveal on 2 November, two months before the novel's 2 January release date.
The show will be at three locations over the weekend:
FRIDAY the 18th and SUNDAY the 20th at: Salem Waterfront Hotel and Suites - 225 Derby St., Salem, MA 01970 (Parking is located across the street at: 10 Congress St., Salem, MA 01970)
SATURDAY the 19th Convention at: Salem State University, 99 Harrison Rd. Salem, MA 01970 (Free Parking on premises)
PLEASE NOTE: On Saturday the 19th, events of the day will take place at two locations. The Texas Chain Saw Massacre cast and crew will be signing at Longboards while the convention with special paranormal guests and vendors will be at Salem State University.
Tickets are only $19.99 in advance, or limited VIP Early-Bird Admission is only $25 with first access to guests and vendors, plus guaranteed seating.
Learn more about the event here.
OSS: Office of Supernatural Services is now available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited as well as in print. You can order your copy here.
Here is an excerpt from the book.
Cairo, Egypt
17 May 1941
Unease had settled over Cairo following the setback of Operation BREVITY at the Halfaya Pass, especially amongst the British. So far, it had manifested itself as an air of concern among high-ranking government officials and military officers, trepidation among British soldiers that they might soon be transferred to the front, and an underlying jitteriness among the rest of the city. At least among those locals who feared a German occupation. Many Muslims supported the Third Reich and their antisemitic policies, which generated anxiety among the leadership of a possible insurrection in support of the advancing Afrika Korps. Why worry? The fighting took place six hundred and fifty kilometers to the west along the Egyptian-Libyan border, far enough away not to pose an immediate threat. Besides, the British Middle East Command had grown accustomed to glitches in its campaign against the Afrika Korps.
This attitude would soon change. What no one in Cairo realized was that the setback at Halfaya Pass had been intentionally orchestrated. When Operation BREVITY collapsed, the situation would devolve into a full-fledged rout and panic would take over Cairo, a panic that would be exploited by German spies to bring about the inevitable British defeat in North Africa.
Agrat was about to initiate that phase of the operation. Once that occurred, her mission would be complete.
She strolled through the As Sabtiyyah District, the British government center located along the Nile River between the rail station and The Citadel. She stood slightly less than six feet in height, slender, with long, shapely legs. Blonde hair cut into a bob and emerald-colored eyes accentuated a flawless face. She wore the traditional olive drab skirt and jacket uniform with a tan dress shirt, although she forewent the tie to keep the top three buttons open and opted for high heels over the drab, brown, flat sole lace ups. It was a technique fine-tuned over centuries. With Agrat’s ability to mask her allure, she could blend into the background or, if glamouring was necessary, could exploit her sensuality to its utmost.
Entering the Garden City area, Agrat continued to the block of modern flats that had been commandeered by the British and converted into British General Headquarters, then made her way inside. As she approached the main office, a corporal standing sentry duty placed himself in front of the door.
“Sorry, miss. The general asked not to be disturbed.”
Agrat stepped to one side to go around him. “He’s expecting me.”
The corporal blocked her path. “He distinctly said no visitors.”
Agrat suppressed the urge, however satisfying it might be, to snap this annoyance’s neck. Instead, her emerald eyes sparkled. The corporal’s demeanor became docile. His gaze focused on the ample cleavage pushing against her tan dress shirt. She allowed him to gawk for a moment, and then placed her forefinger under the corporal’s chin and lifted his head so their eyes met.
“Do you really think the general is referring to me when he says no visitors?”
“Of course not.” The corporal hurriedly moved aside. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”
“No apologies necessary.” Agrat ran the tips of her fingers along the corporal’s neck and down the front of his uniform jacket. Stepping around him, she entered the office.
Agrat closed the door and paused to lean against it, needing a moment to regain her strength. Glamouring men used up considerable amounts of energy, especially when the attention is focused on one individual for an extended period, as she had been doing these past two weeks, so much, in fact, that even a brief allure like she had given the corporal could be exhausting. She would need all her energy to pull off the next phase in her plan.
As Agrat recovered, she looked around the office. In the center of the floor sat a wooden conference table large enough to seat eight people. Bent over the table stood her primary victim, General Archibald Percival Wavell, General Officer Commanding-in-Chief of the Middle East Command.
When Agrat first met him, the general had been a dignified and attractive man in his late fifties, distinguished and professional, the epitome of English grooming and military training. Now, after a fortnight of seduction, he remained a shadow of his former self. His well-groomed greying hair and mustache had become white and unkempt, and his confidence and bearing had been stripped away. The general had become physically weak and emotionally exhausted. Wavell looked and acted more like a strung-out alcoholic than a commanding officer. He glanced up, his tired eyes taking several seconds to focus on her. When they did, a glint of recognition lit up his gaunt face.
“Aggie. Thank God you’re here.” Wavell lifted a trembling hand and motioned for her to join him. “I need your advice.”
“Anything for you,” said Agrat in her most sultry voice. As she approached the table, she noticed Wavell studying a campaign map of the BREVITY battlefield. The operation had called for a three-pronged British attack that was launched two days ago with the goal of capturing the Halfaya Pass and the German-Italian encampments beyond, securing the area for Operation BATTLEAXE in June, which would break through into Libya and relieve the British troops surrounded at Tobruk. The initial thrust had been successful until Agrat had convinced Wavell to pull his forces back to the pass. Today, she would ensure total defeat.
Wavell pointed to the map, his index finger tapping the escarpment that Halfaya Pass cut through. “I did as you suggested. I ordered General Gott to fall back and set up his defenses here.”
“Very good.” Agrat placed her right hand on Wavell’s left shoulder and lightly squeezed. The general tilted his head so his cheek rested on her hand and sighed in erotic contentment.
“We should be able to stop Rommel now,” he said.
“Don’t underestimate him. He can easily outflank us along the coast or through the desert.”
“Good thinking.” Wavell lifted his head. “He has tricked us like that before. I’ll have General Gott reinforce the highway east of Sollum and extend his left flank out into the desert.”
“That won’t be enough. You can’t afford to be surrounded like at Tobruk.”
“That’s true.” Wavell nodded his head. “What do you suggest?”
“You need to abandon Halfaya Pass.”
“N-no,” Wavell stammered. He stared at Agrat, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “It would be foolish to give up the advantage for no reason.”
“It would be foolish to risk losing your entire force.”
“But… there’s no other defensible position for hundreds of kilometers.”
Damn it, the military commander in Wavell struggled to regain control. Agrat turned the general to face her and placed both hands on his cheeks, forcing him to make eye contact. She adopted a façade of affection and understanding as she increased her glamouring, though her eyes and voice took on a firm and commanding quality.
“Listen to me. You cannot attempt to hold Halfaya Pass. It’s too dangerous. Radio General Gott and order him to withdraw his forces. Have him fall back to Alexandria and set up a defensive perimeter there.”
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that,” said an unknown voice from behind Agrat.
She spun around to face a British colonel who stood inside Wavell’s office. He reminded her of Wavell in height, stature, and demeanor, only this man had close cropped blonde hair and a neatly-trimmed beard, both of which showed hints of grey. Agrat seethed at the insolence of this mere human who challenged her. With all her energy focused on Wavell, she could not attempt to glamour this intruder, but she certainly could intimidate him.
“You can’t allow that?” said Agrat, her tone growing deep and menacing. “You have no way of stopping me.”
“Actually, I do.” As the intruder spoke, eight soldiers rushed into the room. Each one pushed a wheeled platform. Whatever was mounted to the platforms measured the height and width of a man and were covered with military-issue blankets. The soldiers fanned out around the room and surrounded the conference table, taking up a position five feet from the pair. The general glanced between Agrat and the intruder, panicked and confused.
“What is this?” Agrat snarled.
“Hand over the general and give yourself up, and no one will get hurt.”
Agrat laughed. “You’ll pay for your insolence with your life.”
“Have it your way.” The barest hint of a smirk pierced the intruder’s lips as he gave a slight nod. The soldiers pulled the blankets off their wheeled mounts, revealing eight full-length mirrors encircling Agrat and pointed directly at her.
“Nooo!!” Agrat shoved Wavell aside. The general hit the conference table and slid to the floor. Agrat did not notice. She jerked from side to side, desperate to find a way to escape but, in every direction, she was greeted by her own reflection. Lowering her head, she stormed the soldier nearest the exit. As one, the soldiers moved with Agrat, keeping her centered in the circle of mirrors. When she glanced up to get her bearings, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in one of them.
Her eyes glazed over, the emerald pupils and white irises darkening into a deep red that shone like embers in a raging fire. A moment later, the pain began deep inside her, an intense burning that seared its way through her body and erupted through her skin. Her body ignited. Agrat shrieked, emitting a blood-curdling cry that sounded like a wounded animal in its painful death throes. The disgusting stench of charred flesh filled the confined space. The flames burned out after a minute and the torment subsided. Agrat lay on the floor, agony wracking her body, physically and emotionally exhausted.
* * *
One of the soldiers bent over and vomited across the surface of the conference table. Three had pissed themselves and, judging by the odor of shit, at least one had fouled his pants. Not that Bellingham could blame them. They were all battle-hardened veterans who had seen more than their fair share of death; however, nothing they had experienced on the battlefield could have prepared them for what they had witnessed. As the flames died out, they had expected to see Agrat’s charred corpse. That would have been preferable to what confronted them.
A hand with elongated fingers and five-inch-long talons emerged from the dissipating smoke and dug itself into the top of the conference table. What pulled itself into a sitting position was not the beautiful woman from a moment ago but a monstrosity. Its legs had mutated into a snake-like tail that stretched for five feet, the end wrapping itself around one leg of the table. Scales covered its entire body. Although shaped like a human skull, its head bore the appearance of a reptile, with holes in place of ears and a nose and fangs replacing its cuspids. A pair of wings similar to those of a bat unfolded from its shoulder blades, extending to a width of seven feet. Even this minimal effort strained the demon, and the wings retracted and went limp. The demon stared at Bellingham for a few seconds with its coal-black eyes, trilled once, and collapsed with a meaty thud.
“What the bloody sod is this?” asked one of the soldiers holding a mirror.
“This is classified,” answered Bellingham, the question snapping the soldier back into reality. He spoke loudly so the others in the room could hear. “Is that understood?”
Each soldier responded in the affirmative.
Bellingham motioned toward the door. Eight more soldiers entered the room, allowing those with the mirrors to leave. As four of the soldiers applied shackles to the demon, the others stood nearby, their Thompson submachine guns aimed at Agrat. Bellingham stepped over to Wavell and helped the general to his feet.
“Wh-where am I?” asked the general.
“You’re in General Headquarters in Cairo,” answered Bellingham.
Wavell leaned back against the edge of the conference table to support himself. If he noticed the demon only a few feet away, he did not show it. The general stared at the floor.
“The last two weeks have been a blur. Have I been ill?”
“Yes, sir. You were under someone else’s control.”
Wavell looked up. “Do you mean I was hypnotized?”
“Something like that, sir. Do you remember anything about the past two weeks?”
The general shook his head. “Just fuzzy memories, like I was feverish. Although I do recall something about issuing military orders to retreat. Did we lose a battle?”
“Everything is now under control.”
“Good.” Wavell lost his footing and almost slid off the conference table, but Bellingham caught him at the last moment.
“Are you okay, sir?”
“Not really. I’d like to go to the infirmary.”
“Of course, sir.” Bellingham leaned back and called out. “Captain Taylor.”
An officer with red hair rushed into the office and presented himself to Bellingham. “Yes, sir?”
“Escort General Wavell to the infirmary and stay with him until I arrive.”
The captain saluted and took the general by the arm, leading him around the shackled demon and toward the exit. As he was about to leave, Bellingham called out, “Captain?”
The officer paused and turned toward Bellingham. “Yes?”
“Contact Lee back in London and tell her it’s time to get the Yanks involved.”
This year, they're commemorating the chilling 35th anniversary of Tales From the Crypt with their marquee guest, John Kassir, the unmistakable voice behind the iconic Crypt Keeper. But that's just the beginning! They're cranking up the creep factor with not one but two legendary vehicles on display--the Ghostbusters Ectomobile and the Resident Evil Raccoon City Police Cruiser. And don't miss a rare opportunity to see Tim Curry's screen-used Pennywise costume from the horror classic IT!
During the convention, immerse yourself in a myriad of macabre activities: flaunt your frightening best in our Costume Contest or show off your ink in the Tattoo Contest; test your horror knowledge in games designed to thrill and challenge; explore panels and live podcasts diving into the darkest corners of horror lore; shop for unique, convention-exclusive merch and dozens of creepy vendors that are sure to commemorate your terrifying day. Enjoy live music that sets the eerie ambiance perfectly.
Tickets for this unparalleled day of horror are just $25 for general admission. You can purchase the tickets here.
Some survived.
This is their story.
Coming in 2025!
OSS: Office of Supernatural Services will be released for Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, and in print on 1 September. All three versions are available for pre-order. The Kindle price is $2.99. After the official release on 1 September, the price will rise to $3.99. The print version is $14.99. You can pre-order your copy here.
Can these two Allied officers successfully combat the combined forces of the Netherworld and the most evil regime of the 20th century?
Can these two Allied officers successfully combat the combined forces of the Netherworld and the most evil regime of the 20th century?
The first round will start the first week of October; that way everyone has enough time to read all of these amazing books. Feel free to share the list so we can make this tournament go viral!
Here is the link to the writers who are sharpening the pens for the contest and their books.
Nazi Germany wins World War II, allowing Hitler to dominate Europe from England to the Ural Mountains.
July 1947: A UFO lands at a U.S. air base near Roswell, New Mexico. The pilot, Valthor, informs the Americans that Germany originally had been defeated. However, thanks to an alien race known as the Anunnaki, German soldiers traveled back to Ancient Egypt to obtain advanced weapons that altered history. Valthor offers the Americans the opportunity to restore the timeline.
Major Matthew Evans leads a team back to Ancient Egypt to stop the Germans. To succeed, he must outwit an SS unit headed by Hans Kammler, the most ruthless general in the Reich. Evans’ only ally may be Maria Orsic, the leader of the Vril Gesellschaft and the woman whose telepathic communication with the Anunnaki led to the chain of events.
Can Evans win Maria over to his side and stop Germany from winning World War II? What will the success of the mission mean for Evans and the dark secret he’s keeping from the others?
“Aliens? Nazis? What more could you ask for from a supernatural historical thriller? Great fun from beginning to end!” – Jeff Thomson, author of The Guardians of the Apocalypse series
You can buy your tickets here.
You can pre-order it here.
The most menacing battles of World War II occurred within the realm of the occult.
As the war enters its second year, Hitler forms an unholy alliance with
Lucifer. To ensure Germany’s victory, Lucifer lends him four succubi whose task
is to glamor generals and world leaders, disrupting the Allied war effort.
The Allies’ only defense against the Nazi’s occult warfare is a small
detachment of Allied intelligence officers, including a young British woman and
a U.S. Army officer, both of whom have undeveloped supernatural abilities.
However, this unit soon finds out that they are ill prepared for such a task.
Can these two Allied officers successfully combat the combined forces of the
Netherworld and the most evil regime of the 20th century?
