Thursday, March 25, 2021


March is almost over. Spring is in the air in this hemisphere. How are you handling things? We have author    in today to add a little excitement.Welcome

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

AL: Jared Duval is a 17 year-old American kid who always felt a little awkward but now is becoming comfortable in his own skin. He’s gay and while some of his family may have problems with that, he has three friends who can accept him for who he is. Jared soon learns that he comes from a long line of mediums and has psychic gifts too. These are going to be very useful in saving both himself and his friends in a battle against an ancient demonic force.

SC: I bet they will.  Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

AL: Yes, I do believe in the paranormal and have had mostly positive experiences. Here are just three examples. One night in May 2008, I was alone in my room. There was nobody else in my house. I was drifting off to sleep when suddenly, the whole room became infused with the smell of roses. A woman’s voice said ‘Hello’ in a very kind way. I woke up, startled, but felt completely safe. It only took me a few minutes to return to sleep.

SC: I think it would have taken me a while longer. Go on…

AL: A year prior to that incident, my friend passed away from cancer. She was only 27. On the morning of her passing, she appeared in my room. That freaked me out and as embarrassed as I am to admit it, I pulled the bedclothes over my head, praying that she’d go away. At the time I knew the girl was in hospital and close to death. Obviously this was her way of saying goodbye. Immediately I felt guilty and asked God to give me one more chance to see her. So an hour later I woke up and I looked over. Standing by the door was my friend. She waved goodbye and I waved back. She did a little happy dance and walked through the door to her eternal rest.

SC: I'm glad you got the second chance.

AL: I saved the most profound experience for last. In April 2002, my grandfather passed away. We were very close. When he was alive, my grandparents used to say the Holy Rosary together. In May, I began saying the Holy Rosary, and to say that it was a life-changing experience would be an understatement. The moment I started reciting it, an immense feeling of peace came over me like never before. I was in total bliss. A few months later I began writing. All these stories just started flowing out of me like a vault had just been unlocked and they spilled out. The Holy Rosary has continued to change my life in lots of positive ways and I actually made a video about this:

SC: Thank you for sharing all this. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

AL: At the moment, I’m working on The Scavenger’s sequel, Unlucky Charm, while also plotting out a new YA fantasy series. I’m also putting the finishing touches to, Deadly Pursuits, a sequel to my YA fantasy novel, The Lost Son

Perfect. Thanks for stopping in. We're going to look at your novel now.

The Scavenger
The Hopps Town Series
Book One 
Aidan Lucid

Genre: Horror
Publisher: Jongleur Books
Date of Publication: January 10th, 2021.
ISBN: 979-8593579034
Number of pages: 146
Word Count: Approx. 37000
Cover Artist: SmStudioinc 

Tagline: Three Separate Wishes. One Twisted Nightmare!

Book Description: 

Just like Hopps Town, their humble home, Jessica Barlow, Jared Duval, and Adrian Cole are fostering dark secrets. Plagued by loss, cruelty, and physical abuse, these friends are kindred spirits, bound by anguish and elusive dreams. They’re soon to find the key to change, but any happy future will demand they face a haunting past and brave a lethal present.

Deep in the forest on the outskirts of town, aging and nearly forgotten, there stands a well from another time. Happening upon this relic, Adrian goads his companions to join him in making a wish. Soon, difficult though it is to admit, their luckless lives do seem to shift. The only problem is, the changes aren’t at all as they’d imagined. Seemingly, they’ve only left the pan to face the fire.

Should they hope to both survive and thrive, they’ll need to pool their wits and draw on mystic inner-power. Solving Hopps Town’s greatest mystery now means life or death.



After drying herself off, Jessica watched some TV in her room. As she flicked through the channels, she heard footsteps in the hallway.

“Is that you, mom?” There was no response. “Mom?” she called out again, but there was no answer.

Sighing, she got up and opened her bedroom door. Looking left and right, there was nobody around. “Mom?” Bertha didn’t respond. “Guess I must be hearing things.”

Laying back down on the bed, she picked up the remote.

Jessica rubbed her arms, now feeling cold. She felt a sudden chill in the room. She glanced at the window. It was closed and locked.

“Why is it so cold?”

As she stood up to get a warmer sweater, Jessica stopped. The girl swallowed hard and her heart thundered as her chair beside the door moved two itself.

“O...kay. That’s weird.” Approaching the chair cautiously, she pushed it back.

Opening the wardrobe door, she rummaged through all her sweaters. Jessica paused, hearing the wooden chair creak. Again her heart beat faster. Slowly, she half-closed the wardrobe door to take a look, even though every fiber in her being said not to. Shutting her eyes, the girl rattled off a quick prayer.

Turning around to face the chair, Jessica opened her eyes. She screamed as it now leaned forward, its two back legs high in the air. Tears threatened to drown her eyes as she jumped on the bed. Something dragged the chair across the room, stopping at the foot of her bed. It now fell back, resting on its four legs again.

Seizing her chance, Jessica bolted for the door. Just as she was about to make her exit, an invisible force slammed it shut. Jessica pulled at the handle, trying hard to open it.

“Come on, come on,” she said with a shaky breath, tears continuing to stream down her face. “Open, damn it!” When that didn’t work, Jessica banged on the door in desperation. “Mom, mom. Help!”

Her banging came to an abrupt halt when someone grabbed her ponytail, yanking it hard, pulling her to the ground. She cried out in pain as her back hit the ground hard. Ice cold fingers pulled up her sweater and t-shirt. Now they stroked and caressed her stomach.

“No, please, no!” The malevolent force ignored her pleas, continuing to crawl down towards her underwear.

Jessica wriggled and flailed her arms about to break free. Once more, she felt the acrid stench of a hot breath against her left ear.

“Get away from me, you sick bastard!”

She almost leaped off the floor when she heard his menacing Southern drawl, “You want me to leave you alone? Then forget about the well.” His ice-cold fingers no longer tugged at the waistband of her pajama bottoms.

The tight grip on her ponytail was gone. She waited a few seconds to see if Caleb had gone too. When the eerie icy atmosphere had lifted, she scrambled to her feet and ran to the bathroom. 

About the Author:

Since 2004, Aidan Lucid’s work has been published in national and international magazines, as well as various poetry anthologies. For a period of nine months in 2007, he was a film reviewer for the award-winning Irish newspaper, The Kerryman. From 2009 to 2017, Aidan was an assistant editor for Bewildering Stories e-zine. Lucid began critiquing novels and short stories in 2018 and continues to do so. In October 2019, his debut YA fantasy novel, The Lost Son, was released.

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1 comment:

  1. Thanks so much for having me on your blog. It's an honor to be here.

    Thanks again.

    Aidan Lucid