Tuesday, October 31, 2017


Well here's a nice start to today. We've got an interview with author Paul DeBlassie III. He's got a book to tell us about, but let's get to know him a little first.
SC:  Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
PD: In Goddess of the Wild Thing, Eve Sanchez is a professor of Esoteric Studies, a woman struggling to discover whether bad love is better than no love. She knows so much, yet knows so little. Goddess of the Wild Thing is a visionary thriller about a woman’s reckoning with taking chance on love and coming face to face with an evil woman who wields black magic to stop love in its tracks. Her challenge is to either give up or face impossible odds and trust that the magic of love can unleash forces that can take on even the most sordid of downtown witches.

SC:  Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
PD:  I am both a depth psychologist and writer. Archetypes within the unconscious mind fill my daily life, my practice of psychotherapy, and infuse my writing with the paranormal. Uncanny incidents, dreams and nightmares, intuition, and natural magic are part and parcel of my daily experience. Last night, I dreamt that an old patient was going to call and that I should make room for a consultation. I’d forgotten about the dream until 10 am when I was in between patients and saw a call waiting on my voicemail. You can guess who it was and what he wanted. I made room. In the world of the paranormal there is no space and time differentiation, only reality that has been and will be and informs us along the way.
SC: That's very intuitive. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
PD :Well, now that The Unholy has been written and out there for a few years, and the Goddess of the Wild Thing has darted out into virtual reality and is making her rounds on blog tours, Facebook, Twitter, and  my regular blogs on pauldeblassieiii.com , my writing is lighting up with The Goddess of Everything, another magical tale about the mystic in the midst of the natural, love and heartache, and humans discovering that the supernatural world is here to help as we keep an open mind and heart.
SC: Thanks so much for stopping by today. Let's take a look at the book now!

Goddess of the Wild Thing
Paul DeBlassie III

Genre: Horror , Sci Fi and Fantasy

Book Description:

Goddess of the Wild Thing is a dramatic tale of one woman’s spiritual journey where magical happenings, unexpected turns of fate, and unseen forces influence her ability to love and be loved.

Eve Sanchez, a middle-aged woman and scholar of esoteric studies, encounters a seductive but frightening man who introduces her to a supernatural world in which the wicked powers of a surrogate mother’s twisted affection threaten love and life.

In the mystic realms of Aztlan del Sur, Eve and three friends struggle with whether bad love is better than no love and discover that love is a wild thing.

Excerpt I

Eve sharpened her focus. She saw the sharp nail of a witch’s right finger tracing Graciéla’s image on a foggy mirror in a grungy bathroom, touching the center of the mirror with a hatred so intense, the glass burned red hot. The mirror in Graciéla’s kitchen cracked. Shards jettisoned at the old healer then were magically warded off and drifted in place about her head and neck.
Graciéla’s energy, tired as she was, had fended off the pointed shards. She hadn’t been impaled. But the strain had ushered her from one world to the next. Death came not by the hand of another but by a weakened mind and body defending itself.
Eve, shaken, allowed her soft touch to stay on Graciéla’s forehead, confirming the horror of what she’d seen. Shamanic wisdom, often discussed between the two kindred souls, spoke to Eve as she stroked her friend’s head, remembering that death provided passage for one whose life had been well spent and whose time had come.
Eve wept.

After a few moments, she closed her friend’s green eyes and whispered tenderly, “Always my friend, always love, always together in life and in death.” She stood and wiped the tears from her eyes. A gray-brown, green-eyed, great horned owl hooted from the largest cottonwood branch outside the back window.
Eve heard Shirley finishing her call to the EMTs and police, and then walking to the front of the store to await their arrival.
One large shard lay at the end of the table, sharp tip pointed outward. It reflected Eve’s image, a glowing red ember menacingly centered at the brow point

About the Author:

Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D. is a depth psychologist and award-winning writer living in his native New Mexico. He specializes in treating individuals in emotional and spiritual crisis. His novels, visionary thrillers, delve deep into archetypal realities as they play out dramatically in the lives of everyday people. Memberships include the Author’s Guild, the Depth Psychology Alliance, the International Association for Relational Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy, and the International Association for Jungian Studies.



          The feeling the Iter gives me is unique. I have tried other drugs, of course, but the Iter is specific with its high. I see things that are unexplainable, things that any sane person would call disgusting. But since I am not sane, I continue to crave the dark and disturbing visions that the Iter gives me.
          Some of us don’t survive the Iter. You die flying on a cloud of pure bliss as you fade into oblivion. Those of us who survive our first encounter are treated like kings and queens. We are rich beyond measure and could have anything we could ever dream of. Riches, cars, clothes, mansions, fame–anything we want, it is ours. It is the least they can offer us. But, after having the Iter, we want nothing but to feel the release and music it brings. We are the Iter’s muses, and we need it as much as it needs us. We are one.
          I lie there with black leather pants and a dark lacy bra on. My hair is done in an elegant bun, and I have been painted with enough makeup that I might rival them for their beauty. I cannot feel anything from the neck down. All of the feeling in my body is gone. But for the time being, I can see things as they do. The world is brighter. The colors I can see are vast–more than any human brain can even begin to fathom. The first time I tried the Iter I wanted to cry at the beauty that surrounded me. But of course I couldn’t. I have no control of my body. I can do nothing but stare at the lovely room, and them.
          The room is a garden in a large greenhouse near campus. The grassy ground is the most lovely shade of pure emerald green. I can see dew drops on the flower petals that surround me. I lie on a bed of fresh, blood-red roses on a table in the middle of the garden. The trees are of varying heights and colors. Pinks and reds, shades that I dream about when I am not here. The night sky is a dark purple, and the stars shine brighter than even the sun.
          The mirror on the ceiling shows me the scars on my pale skin. They are of varying colors and age. The ones that mark my stomach are many sizes for different organs. I watch as they place plates and trays around my body, filled with bloodied meats and liquids. I am the main event tonight, the center of everyone’s attention. Therefore, my table is the most exquisite. I watch as the masked ones bring in the guests. They are the Elite, the powerful ones. They have paid more money than I could ever accumulate in a lifetime to be here. They are here to see me, to be able to be next to me. It is the highest honor to be the main event.
          The music starts as the Iter takes hold, and I become its puppet. I am surrounded by a dozen of them. They are dressed in finery and expensive jewels. They whisper excitedly as they take in the spread on of the table, and their eyes rake over me hungrily. The chef welcomes them and introduces me: Elana Arravey, 20, of Norse descent. Diet: Sparkling water, strawberries, pineapples, and low protein. The crowd applauds excitedly. The chef murmurs a few words in their language, and then she cuts into me. Blood trickles down my chest as she cuts open my skin. Servants catch my blood in champagne flutes, and pass it out to the ravenous crowd. I feel the chef’s hand inside of my chest, as she reaches inside me, through my sternum, and grabs my heart. I watch as she pulls it from my chest. It pulses with life, blood squirting from the valves, painting the chef’s pale, white hand like fondue. It’s beautiful. She places my heart in a bowl.
          The bidding starts at 1 million. I watch in the mirror as the heart is bid on by the room. The pulsing never stops, filling the bowl with my blood. The crowd grows frenzied as the bidding war continues. 2 million, 3, 4, 5 million. We are down to three guests left bidding. 6, 7, 8 million. Two guests. 9, 9.5, 10 million. Going once, twice, three times, sold!
          My heart, sold for 10 million dollars. A hush goes over the room. It is rare that a heart goes for 10 million dollars, but it is the first time this organ has been touched. It is a trophy to take someone’s heart for the first time. The one that gets to taste my heart comes to claim his prize. I wish I could see him. I hear the crowd murmur their excitement as the chef takes the bowl from the servers and places my heart on a silver platter. I can hear him lick his lips as he reaches for my heart. I smile as he licks it, the blood dripping from his mouth. Just a taste.
          It is over in mere seconds, as the chef whispers words in their language again and places my heart back into my chest. She positions her fingers over my wound, and my flesh magically closes. She motions for the servers to carry me away, into the kitchens. I want to cry out because I know my time on the Iter is coming to an end. My legs start to tingle as it wears off, and before I can ask for more, my world goes dark.
          I awake in my bedroom, the alarm blaring like a foghorn. I open my eyes, everything around me blurry from the sleep in my eyes. I sigh as I sit up slowly and place my feet on the cold floor. My body is numb except for the dull ache in my chest. I smile at the pain, and start the shower.

Secret of Souls
Age of Endings
Book 1
Aubrie Nixon

Genre: New Adult fantasy

Publisher: Winterwolf Press

Date of Publication: November 24, 2017

ISBN: 978-0988585157

Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 79,000

Cover Artist: Laura C. Cantu
and Andreea Vraciu

Book Description:

The Empire of Lucent has stood for centuries as a beacon of strength and light. But now an otherworldly realm has unleashed an army of nightmarish creatures upon the peaceful empire, spreading a lethal plague called The Decay which consumes its victims mercilessly from the inside out.

The king of the Empire of Lucent calls upon “Lady of Death” Zephera Travelle—an infamous assassin with a weakness for braided cinnamon bread and a striking aptitude for murder and mayhem. He sends her on an impossible quest to find the one person who can concoct a cure and save the realm from total annihilation.

Together with her best friend Zadkiel, mage extraordinaire Brenner, girly city-guard Oriana, and broody warrior Daegan, she embarks on a journey that will test her wits, will, and sanity. Along the way, she discovers that no one—and nothing—is as it seems, including herself.

About the Author:

Aubrie plays mom to the cutest demon topside. When she isn’t writing she is daydreaming about hot brooding anti-heroes and sassy heroines. She loves Dragon Age, Game of Thrones and reading all things fantasy. She runs a local YA/NA bookclub with 3 chapters, and over 200 members. If she could have dinner with anyone living or dead it would be Alan Rickman because his voice is the sexiest sound on earth. He could read the dictionary and she would be enthralled. Her current mission in life is to collect creepy taxidermy animals because she finds them cute and hilarious. She resides just outside of Washington DC.

Sunday, October 29, 2017


First of all, a big thank you to everyone who came out to the Hasting Mill Benefit in Vancouver, hosted by The Native Daughters of BC and Vancouver Supernatural. It was a great time for everyone involved. The fund are being used to help restore Vancouver's oldest building, and every dollar is appreciated.

So...onto your reading for this week.

Hello and welcome to Monday.

This week brings us the Hierophant,  a major arcana card. This means we need to pay attention. If you look at the card, it's all about listening to someone trying to guide you. In this Steampunk deck, it is shown as children listening to an elder. The guide may even be yourself. It's all about making sure your actions follow your beliefs this week. Don't be led astray.

Have a good one!

Friday, October 27, 2017


SURPRISE! The Neely Powell ladies have dropped by to have a little chat with us today!
SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
NP: Fiona is the youngest witch in the Connelly Coven. She has always been a good girl. She’s a medium, which is a talent no other witch in the family has ever had. Having to deal with the voices in her head and seeing dead people all the time made her somewhat shy, but she found an outlet with internet podcasts. Her show, “Spirit Talk,” became well known and caught the attention of reality-show producer, Bailey Powers. In this book, she finds her independence and believes she can end the family curse.
         SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
NP: Powell went to Gettysburg, one of the most of haunted places in the United States. A ghost got in bed with her. She rolled over in the middle of the night and opened her eyes, expecting to see her husband. Instead, a pale, pale face stared into hers. She screamed and the apparition disappeared, and her husband jumped out of bed and said, “Stop screaming. Someone will think I’m killing you.”
Neely lived in New Jersey for four years. Her apartment building sat across from a row of warehouses and businesses. She did freelance work and tends to be a night owl. Every night around three o’clock, there would be a flurry of cars going to one of warehouses behind the others. As she was watching one night, what looked like a long piece of fog began falling to the ground. As it fell, it began to take the shape of a woman. Her dress was long and she wore a bonnet, and Neely could see the imprint of her knee as she walked across the grass lawn in front of a business and stepped into the darkness.
        SC: What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
NP: We are working on “Healing Magic,” the third book in The Witches of New Mourne” series. There are some real surprises in store for readers who think they know who Dr. Rodric McGuire is and what he means to Eva Grace Connelly, the coven’s empath and healer.
Thanks so much for stopping by. Let's take a look at the novel now.

Haunting Magic
The Witches of New Mourne
Book 2
Neely Powell

Genre: dark paranormal/suspense

Date of Publication: 10/27/17

ISBN: 978-1-5092-1669-7 Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1670-3 Digital

Number of pages: 296
Word Count: 70,045

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Magic and mayhem bring a witch and a Hollywood producer together…will an ancient curse tear them apart?

Book Description:

Fiona Burns, a witch who sees dead people, meets Hollywood producer Bailey Powers, who sees her as the next cable star—and a fake. Even so, she’s tempted by the dynamic producer in more ways than one. But she has a big distraction—a vicious curse on her family coven.

The ghosts of New Mourne warn of the return of the Woman in White, a vengeful spirit who claims the life of a Connelly witch from every generation. During the battle, Fiona unwittingly fuels the demonic forces, and black magic brings death and heartbreak to her family.

Initially a skeptic, Bailey is soon caught up in her supernatural battle with forces of evil. He’s also beginning to think Fiona can help him escape his haunting past. With magic and mayhem at war and survival on the line, the Witches of New Mourne face a new challenge from their ancient foe. They discover that not all dark deeds are borne of the Woman but a demon who is bent on gaining the Woman’s powers for his own. Will another generation fall? Or does the curse end here?

Haunting Magic Excerpt:
Overgrown weeds covered the back of cemetery. In the deepening gloom, Fiona stumbled over a stump. The baby’s screams filled her head. She had to help this child.
The grave markers in the back of the cemetery were the oldest ones. Some of them were so weathered it was impossible to read the names and dates on them. When they reached the back corner, Fiona knelt. All she could hear was the baby’s cry.
She dug through the weeds and scruff in front of her, ignoring the sting of thorns on her hands. Bailey dug with her, and soon she touched the cool stone of a broken grave marker.
“Baby MacCuindliss” was carved in uneven letters deep in the stone.
“This is the Woman in White’s baby.” Fiona traced the name on the marker with tender fingers. “Please don’t cry,” she whispered. “I’ll try to find your mother, I promise.”
The baby’s cry faded to a whimper. The mist blew away, leaving Fiona and Bailey under a canopy of threatening clouds.
“MacCuindliss,” Fiona breathed. “The Woman’s name.”

Lightning streaked over the mountains, and the ominous stink of sulfur infused the air.

About the Author:

Neely Powell is the pseudonym for co-writers Leigh Neely and Jan Hamilton Powell. Long-time friends, they’re the authors of “The Witches of New Mourne” a paranormal series about a family coven, a centuries’ old curse and an enchanted town.

AWAKENING MAGIC is available from The Wild Rose Press, and now HAUNTING MAGIC continues the story.

Their first paranormal novel, TRUE NATURE, is also available from The Wild Rose Press.

Writing as Celeste Hamilton, Jan published 24 bestselling romance novels for Silhouette and Avon Books. Her day job is in corporate communications in Tennessee. Leigh has a long resume as an editor and freelance writer, and is managing editor of a regional magazine group in Florida.

Thursday, October 26, 2017


Sometime around September the thought entered my mind to put up some spooky tunes in October. Then that thought left. Now it's back again. That's the way the month has been.

This is the Gore Gore Girls cover of The Poppy Family's "Where Evil Grows".  Plus I got a cool T-shirt with the CD at the time of purchase. The little things, you know? Enjoy.


From The Ash
The Phoenix Series
Book One
Dave Heron

Genre: Sci Fi/Dystopian

Print Length: 255 pages

Publisher: DevilDog Press


Book Description:

Five days. It took me five days to crawl out from the bowels of the rubble. I emerged from my tomb into a world nothing more than a wasteland; propelled into chaos where everyone has all but lost their humanity.

My name is Phoenix, and the world as I knew it ended that day; the day the human race was nearly eradicated, and my journey home began.

About the Author:

Dave Heron was born in Pittsburgh, PA, where he resides with his wife, children and fur-baby. His two young boys, Max and Bennett, keep life interesting and often inspire Dave's creativity. Between juggling work, rambunctious kids and nagging wife, Dave enjoys spending time writing various genres. His greatest inspirations come from authors such as R. A. Salvatore, Brandon Sanderson and Mark Tufo.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

P.W. CREIGHTON talks about THE WELL and other things...

We have a special treat for you today. Author P.W. Creighton stopped by to answer our three fave questions:

SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

PWC: Aidan Reynolds is 14 and hopes to be on the JV basketball team in the fall when he starts at Parrish Cove High School. He has been living with his Aunt Madelyn since his parent’s divorce when he was six. His mother wants nothing to do with him, while his father spends long tours abroad deployed with the Navy. As a result, Aidan’s aunt has roped him into many town activities including the most recent archaeological dig at the historical society. Aidan has developed a long fascination with history, but tries to hide his inner geek.

SC:  Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

PWC: The paranormal is something quite normal to me. Through college I was studying the effects of belief in the supernatural as a cultural study in my anthropology and folklore studies. This led me to being a part-time ghost hunter. I’ve spent countless hours tracking down urban legends to find a grain of truth, and quite often I’ve ended up with more than a creepy story in a weird location.

A great example would be a look inside a reportedly haunted 1834 jail.


SC:  What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

PWC: Currently, I am working on the next novel in the Passing Strange series. Passing Strange: The Sunken Forest. Another look into Parrish Cove’s dark and twisted history along with some more of the residents. I am also working on the fourth novel in the North Shore series View From A Bridge.

Passing Strange: The Well
Passing Strange
Book One
P.W. Creighton

Genre: YA, Mystery-Horror-Suspense

Date of Publication: Sept 2, 2017

ISBN: 978-1522029151

Number of pages: 220 Digital/ 303 Print

Word Count: 54730

Cover Artist: For The Muse Designs

Tagline: Parrish Cove Secrets Run Deep...

Book Description:

For Fourteen-year-old Aidan Reynolds, the archaeological dig at the Parrish Cove historical society is the only thing making the summer interesting.

That is until he meets Maddie, an unusual girl who has just moved to town and is convinced that there is more to the local legends surrounding the historical society than even he knows.  

While Aidan may not believe her, the strange artifacts that are recovered from the dig force them into exploring the dark, twisted history of Parrish Cove and its strange doctor...a man who vanished over a century ago.

Together, they uncover a town secret that has been forgotten for centuries, and discover that there are some things that should stay buried.


…The officer started us back into the plaza at a rapid walk. His clomping steps on the brick walkway, and the heavy jingling of his belt gave an air of strength. Although Maddie was glued to my side, I could feel her gaining confidence with each step. We were probably running from a dog again.
“Here,” I said, and started us back down the alley past the Custom House.
“Did you see the animal?” The officer asked.
“Yeah,” Maddie responded.
“No,” I corrected with glance at her. “It was fast.”
The officer clicked on his huge flashlight, casting a blinding light down the alley ahead of us. He quickly turned the light down the side alleys as we passed them to check for motion. It only lasted a moment before he swept the back ahead of us over the dumpsters and piles of cardboard lining the alley. The beam was so bright that it was possible to illuminate the brick walls on both sides.
Everything changed the moment we emerged into the park.

About the Author:

Born in California, he has spent most of his life traveling throughout the US. Drawing inspiration from his many adventures, turning that strange reality into fiction.

Over the years, he has found himself in many unusual situations, ranging from hanging off an 80 foot cliff-face in New York, to sailing off the coast of Salem, Massachusetts. He has hosted archaeological excavations, and have even reported from the middle of a police stand-off.

When a teacher asked him in the second grade what he wanted to be when he grew up, he didn't have an answer. To be honest, he still doesn't know. He just lets his characters make that decision.

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Monday, October 23, 2017


Hello and welcome to Monday.

This week brings us the Seven of Cups. It will be a half-empty/halffull week, depending on what you make of it. Choices are in the cards for you, and they are not particularly easy ones. You'll be giving them some thought. Perhaps too much thought? You'll be tempted to say "whatever." The caution here is to make the choices yourself, not to let others do it for you.

Have a great week everyone!


We have a new cover to reveal to you today! Donna Migliaccio is sharing her STONEKING cover with us here at Supernatural Central.

Keep reading to learn more about the book:

Gemeta Stone
Book 3
Donna Migliaccio

Fiery Seas Publishing

February 6, 2018 

Genre: Fantasy

Book Description:

They call him StoneKing: the lord of four countries, the vanquisher of the Wichelord Daazna, the man who will restore his people to prosperity and peace.

But there is no peace for Kristan Gemeta. Already weighed down by the cares of his new realm, Kristan carries a secret burden – the knowledge that Daazna is not dead. He isolates himself in his ruined castle in Fandrall, where he struggles to control the destructive Tabi’a power that may be his only hope of defeating the Wichelord once and for all.

And there’s trouble elsewhere in his realm. His Reaches are squabbling in Dyer, Melissa and Nigel are experiencing heartache in Norwinn, and Heather’s command in Hogia is in jeopardy. Unaware of this turmoil, Kristan receives an unexpected gift – one that forces him, his knights, an inexperienced squire and a crafty young shape-shifter into a hazardous winter journey.

About the Author:

Donna Migliaccio is a professional stage actress with credits that include Broadway, National Tours and prominent regional theatres.  She is based in the Washington, DC Metro area, where she co-founded Tony award-winning Signature Theatre and is in demand as an entertainer, teacher and public speaker.  Her award-winning short story, "Yaa and The Coffins," was featured in Thinkerbeat's 2015 anthology The Art of Losing. 

Friday, October 20, 2017


Well now, look how lucky we are to have Jim Haridson here today for a chat.

SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

JRRR:  There are actually two main characters in Demon Freaks. Bing and Ron Slaughter are the identical twin main characters. Where they’re concerned, however, identical is a strictly scientific classification. They try very hard to look nothing alike, not because they dislike each other any more than is usual for brothers but because they share a deep feeling that twins who dress and act identically are “mutant cutesy geeks whose prime talent is provoking others to vomit.”
 That’s Bing’s phrase. Named for Bing Crosby, Bing Slaughter considers himself the deeper, more poetic, and more studious of the Slaughter brothers. He fronts the band they both play in and writes most of their songs. Ron, named for Ronald McDonald, sings backup while he plays bass. Today, their band is called the Ephits. Yesterday, it was called the Angry Red Welts. A week ago, it was the Croutons.

If you didn’t know, you might not guess that Bing and Ron are related to each other, let alone that they’re identical twins. Bing looks a bit scrawny, like a punk-rocking, gluten-intolerant vegetarian. His friends’ mothers are always telling him to eat more and trying to make him drink milk. Ron, on the other hand, affects more of a surfer look. He is heavier by fifteen pounds and younger by thirteen minutes.

SC: Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

JRRR:  I don’t NOT believe in it (in fact, I consider myself eager to believe in the paranormal) but I’ve also not seen enough evidence to fully believe in it either. I’ve had the odd experience here and there, but never anything definitive. Here’s an example. My wife, Maria, says that she is “mildly psychic”. What that means is that she occasionally has premonitions about things that aren’t very important. One time, before we were married, she’d been asked to house sit a friend’s apartment for a week. Because we were in college at the time, that apartment (which was nicer than any of our places) became the spot where a small group of us all hung out. We watched a lot of movies and ordered a lot of pizza and didn’t clean anything up after ourselves because we kept saying, “Well, we still have X number of days left before the friend comes back.” Even as X went from 6 days to 2 days, we still couldn’t muster the energy to clean and assumed we’d just pick everything up in the last few hours before the friend was supposed to return. But the second to last night, about 7:00 PM, Maria suddenly jumped up from the couch, shut off the movie and said, “We have to get this place cleaned up!” We all thought she had just gotten fed up with the mess, and that she was being a kill joy, but she was adamant about it, so we fell in line. It took us about three hours to get everything back to normal. I did the last run of pizza boxes and other wreckage out to the garbage at 10:05, as Maria shoed the rest of our friends out the back with me. And when I came back into the apartment, the friend was in the process of walking in the front door. She hugged Maria and explained that she’d had to cut her trip short by a day. After we left, I was laughing about what a close call we’d had and Maria said that she’d just had a sudden feeling that she needed to get the place cleaned up and get everyone out of there. See? Mildly psychic.  

SC: Midleyis perhaps better than full blown. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

 JRRR: Right now I’m busily writing the sequel to my epically silly epic fantasy novel, Fish Wielder. It’s the second book of the trilogy and I’m about 30,000 words into it. I am, unfortunately, running a little behind schedule—which is just par for the course with me.

Demon Freaks
J.R.R.R. (Jim) Hardison

Publisher: Fiery Seas Publishing

Release Date: October 3, 2017

Genre: YA Horror/Comedy

Book Description:

It’s the night before the SAT test. The forces of darkness are stirring.

Twin brothers, Bing and Ron Slaughter, know they’ve got to cram like their lives depend on it because their college plans sure do. If they don’t ace the test, they’ll be doomed to spend the rest of their days flipping burgers at the McDonald’s their parents run. That’s why they hatch a plan to meet up with the members of their punk band, the Ephits, spend the night studying at a secluded cabin in the woods, and maybe squeeze in a little jamming. What could go wrong with a brilliant plan like that? 

Ancient evil. That’s what.

As a cataclysmic lightning storm rolls in, Bing, Ron and the rest of the Ephits find themselves tangled in a sinister plot to summon a demon. Yes, demons are real. To survive the night, the band must find a malevolent artifact, battle bloodthirsty monsters and stand against the most dangerous and powerful foe humanity has ever faced…the Golfer’s Association.

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“Wait, wait, wait,” Ron interrupted. “The Golfers Association? Don’t you mean insane cultists or Satan worshipers or evil wizards or something?”

“Insane cultists, Satan worshipers and evil wizards are like elderly nuns compared to the Golfers’ Association,” their prisoner responded. “You’d be much better off if it were something that simple. These guys are demon freaks.”

“Demon freaks,” Bing repeated in a whisper. “That sounds…bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad alright,” the prisoner shuddered. “You have no idea.”

About the Author:

Fish Wielder is J.R.R.R. (Jim) Hardison's first novel novel (He wrote a graphic novel, The Helm, for Dark Horse Comics). Jim has worked as a writer, screen writer, animator and film director. He started his professional career by producing a low-budget direct-to-video feature film, The Creature From Lake Michigan. Making a bad movie can be a crash course in the essential elements of good character and story, and The Creature From Lake Michigan was a tremendously bad movie. Shifting his focus entirely to animation, Jim joined Will Vinton Studios where he directed animated commercials for M&M’s and on the stop-motion TV series Gary and Mike. While working at Vinton, he also co-wrote the television special Popeye's Voyage: The Quest for Pappy with actor Paul Reiser.

Jim has appeared on NBC's The Apprentice as an expert advisor on brand characters, developed characters and wrote the pilot episode for the PBS children's television series SeeMore's Playhouse and authored the previously mentioned graphic novel, The Helm, named one of 2010's top ten Great Graphic Novels for Teens by YALSA, a branch of the American Library Association. These days, Jim is the creative director and co-owner of Character LLC, a company that does story-analysis for brands and entertainment properties. He lives in Portland, Oregon with his lovely wife, two amazing kids, one smart dog and one stupid dog.

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