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Halloween Reads

Published October 31, 2014 by administrator

Mornin’, Creeps!

Today is my favorite day of the year. I love the costumes and the candy and everything else that goes with it. But I also love the history of Halloween and what it symbolizes. And it helps that Rocky Horror Picture Show will be on later this evening. It appeals to the creepy and the corny in me. More than anything though, I enjoy the  atmosphere: thrill of terror, the anticipation that comes with a well-told story. It’s hard to please me because I’ve spent so much time reading and researching, but I have to say there are still things out there capable of making me hide under the covers. I’ll be taking my little girl trick or treating tonight, but until then I have some time to kill.

Which means I have a treat for you… the creepiest list of books you’ve probably not heard of. Click on the titles to check them out.

 

Dollface

by Alexandra Christian

Dollface

It’s available once again, but this time as a free read on her blog.
It’s an odd little tale of love and obsession in a funeral home.
Poor Caroline is a talented reconstructive artist, but her unrequited love for Scott may have dangerous ramifications.


Mooner

by Selah Janel

Mooner

Historical. Lumberjack. Vampires.

This is an amazing book. I know the premise sounds a bit quirky,
but trust me…it’s worth a read. It’s sort of fascinating to learn how a vampire survives in a different age.


Death’s Dance

by Crymsyn Hart

Death's Dance

Grim Reapers, ghost hunters, and plot twists… oh, my!

This is a fun, quirky horror read with a good smattering of humor.  Anything
goes in a ghost town when nobody’s looking.

The cover is pretty awesome too.


State of Horror: Illinois

edited by Jerry E. Benns

State of Horror Illinois

A solid, creepy collection of stories. I bought this one at a convention a month and a half ago and
have been working my way through it and it’s sister anthology about New Jersey.
So far I’ve not found a single story I didn’t like. There’s guaranteed to be something for everyone in these books.


Hellscapes Vol. 1

by Stephen Zimmer

Hellscapes

I reviewed this collection of horror novellas awhile back so you may
recognize that creepy cover. Each of the stories is set in the character’s own
personal form of hell. Some are sad, some are frightening, and some are oddly poignant.
FYI, Drowning in Tears will break your black, little heart.


The Sticks

by Andy Deane

The Sticks

Most people now Andy Deane as the front man of goth band Bella Morte,
but he’s actually a pretty damn good writer too. This is currently one of
my favorite werewolf books, and the voice is so vastly different from anything
else I’ve read lately that I constantly come back and find myself rereading passages.
My only complaint? I wish it was longer.


Cinema of Shadows

Cinema of Shadows

by Michael West

I love this series. I’ve read the first two so far and the third is on the TBR pile.
It’s creepy and entertaining, and there’s nothing better than psychics and haunted movie theaters.


The Spirit Box

by J.H. Glaze

The Spirit Box

Definitely an interesting one. There are so many occult detective
stories out there these days, but this one is definitely among my favorites. I’m definitely
curious to see what else John Hazard gets into in later installments.


Southern Haunts: Spirits that Walk Among Us

edited by Alexander S. Brown & J.L. Mulvihill

Southern Haunts

A very good, very eerie collection of ghost stories. Every story in the book
is set in the south or southwest, and some of them provide interesting insight into local folklore.
One of the authors gave me a copy and I’m now on a quest to collect autographs. Yes, I’m a nerd. Shut up.


Haunted

by S.H. Roddey

Haunted by S.H. Roddey

And last, but not least…

So I’m plugging my own book? So what? It’s good, I promise.
We have ghosts, possession, creepy pseudo-incestual feelings,
and beer for breakfast. What’s not to love?


So there you have it… go forth and be frightened. Happy Halloween, y’all!

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Tuesday Teaser: Haunted

Published July 22, 2014 by administrator

So I have this novella. It’s a pretty good one, and it’s been through a few versions in the span of its short life. Mocha Memoirs Press has done an outstanding job bringing it to life. Between Michael’s top of the line editing and Nancy’s beautiful cover, I’m absolutely thrilled to see it out and about in the world.

It’s scary.And I’m going to let y’all read a little of it.

Oh, and its cover looks like this:

Haunted by S.H. Roddey

The Blurb:

When Bobby Gaston walks into a diner and orders a beer with his breakfast, he can’t quite remember why he needs the fortification. While he wants to remember, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to know what happened. He strikes up a conversation with the cute little waitress, Sheila, who offers him a ride back to the house on Normandy Road where he claims his ghost-hunter friends are sleeping after a night of exploration in the spooky old mansion.

Only, Bobby knows his friends aren’t just sleeping. He inherited the house from his grandfather, and while his memory is hazy, his unerring knowledge that something evil lurks inside makes him hesitate. But with the spunky and impetuous Sheila by his side, the darkness doesn’t seem so bad… until she leaves him hanging.

Bobby is left with two options: turn tail and run, or face his personal demons while fighting against the evil that waits for him.

 

The Snippet:

This is the first few pages of the book. I’d love to know what y’all think. And if you want to read the rest, you can buy it at Amazon, B&N, or the MMP Store.

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“I’ll have an egg-white sandwich with a side of sausage. And a beer, if you’ve got one.”

The waitress couldn’t have been more than sixteen. She looked at me strangely for a moment with her faded blue eyes, shot a sideways glance at the clock, then shrugged and turned to call in my order. It was a greasy spoon, and it was deserted, save my ragged presence. From the girl’s reaction, nobody had come in here asking for a beer in nearly two years.

“Hey Rick!” she called to the guy on the other side of the pass-through. “Do we have any beer?” Either I was sitting too low, or the guy was really short, because all I could see was the tip of a greasy, white paper hat.

“You know you’re too young to drink, Sheila!” he called back. “But for a fee I’ll see what I can do for you, hon.” I could hear the sarcasm and sleaze dripping from his voice. He had been trying to get into this girl’s pants for a while now.

“Not for me, jackass!” she snapped and punched her hands against her hips impatiently. “You know I can buy it any time I want! This guy wants a beer.”

“At six in the morning?” he asked, sounding dumbfounded. I suspected confusion was a typical state of mind for him. “Check the blue box in the closet,” he replied, his voice much flatter than before.

The girl, Sheila, smiled weakly over her shoulder at me and disappeared behind a grimy, unplugged jukebox. While she was gone, the heavenly scent of frying sausage filled the dusty air of the little diner, and though I wasn’t particularly hungry, my stomach started doing backflips.

After what I’d been through, what I could remember of it, I doubted I’d ever be able to eat again.

Sheila reappeared a moment later, her oily pigtails bouncing alongside her ears as she skipped back toward the counter. She blew a thick layer of dust from around the bottle cap, and the telltale blue ring of PBR caught my attention.

“Sorry if it’s a little old,” she said, nodding her head slightly as she popped the top, “but we don’t get much demand for beer around here.” She handed the bottle to me, and from the moment my fingers touched it, I knew it was not only flat, but skunked. It didn’t matter; I needed the fortification.

I held my breath and took a long draught from the bottle. It was every bit as disgusting as PBR should be, and then some. But it was beer, and it wasn’t overly hot. Despite the bile creeping back up my throat to dispel the ghastly taste, the alcohol grounded me slightly. My fingers ceased their shaking a little, and my vision didn’t seem like it was confined by quite so long a tunnel.

“What’s got you drinking beer at six in the morning, sugar?” Sheila asked me, though she couldn’t have sounded more disinterested. “You act like you seen a ghost or something.” I cringed at her horrible grammar, but kept the comments to myself. Suppose I did tell her I’d seen a ghost; would she believe me? Not likely.

“Just a kick start,” I lied, and fought to swallow the beer that was steadily rising in my gullet. I washed it down with another long swig. “Long night.”

“So, who’s the lucky lady?” she asked, turning those pretty blue eyes back to me. Now she was interested, which was strange. Nobody ever paid attention to me unless I’d done something wrong.

“No lady tonight, hon,” I replied and tried to smile. It must have worked, because she smiled just before her lip turned downward into an apologetic pout.

“That’s too bad,” she said with returning disinterest. Not really, I thought. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

“Bobby,” I said.

She nodded, and I could see the gears in her brain turning to process the new information. She looked me in the eyes again, this time with building curiosity.

“Well, Bobby,” she started, but Rick quickly cut in with a smack to the bell in the window and a loud shout.

“Order up!” he called a little too loudly into the emptiness of the restaurant.

“Jeez Louise, Rick!” Sheila snapped, turning her attention to him. “I’m standin’ right here!”

“Just wanted to make sure ya heard me, doll.”

“Can it, dickweed!” she snarled, her pretty little pink mouth curling downward into a sneer that could have stopped a truck. Something about the shape of her lips as the word fell from them was disturbingly erotic.

She lifted one perfectly-manicured hand to pick up the plate and turned back to me with another of those flashy smiles. She was definitely too young; her teeth were still too white and too many to belong to an early-morning waitress. She was as dingy-looking as the establishment around her, but that radiant grin could cut through any layer of grime.

“So, Bobby,” she repeated and set the plate in front of me, shooting a dirty look over her shoulder I was certain Rick wouldn’t be tall enough to see, “what brings you into The Breakfast Bowl so early?” As she said it, she motioned to the empty building. “We usually don’t see customers until after the sun comes up.”

Normally I wouldn’t have had a problem answering that question. This morning, though, was a different story. I picked up my fork and toyed with a sliver of egg hanging off the toast. The night had been one for the books, no doubt. I couldn’t really remember much of it, but I knew there had been blood. Lots of blood. The memory of it nearly brought back the stale beer.

“Just headed home,” I said over the rampage of my own memories, and the sudden eruption of gastric juices settled.

“Where ya from?”

“Wellington, just on the other side of Wichita.”

“Well, what’re you doing in Newton at this hour if you’re from Wellington, Bobby?”

I discovered I couldn’t answer her. The events of the night – the clear parts – were still too surreal for me, though when the sun came up and the house was discovered in its current state, it would be all too real. I knew the police would come for me, even though it wasn’t my fault.

“Waiting for my friends to wake up,” I heard myself say, though the sound of my own voice was distant and alien, “so I can catch a ride home.”

“Where are your friends?” she asked.

“Normandy Road.”

“Well, what are they doing over there?” she asked, wide-eyed and innocent. In the kitchen, I could hear Rick grumbling about something and slamming dishes. All I could gather was he was angry over my presence interrupting his attempt to woo her.

I hesitated in answering her again. I couldn’t just announce what they were doing on Normandy Road was lying dead in someone else’s home. That would scare her for sure. No, I definitely couldn’t tell her that.

Week O’ Releases: Haunted

Published February 11, 2014 by administrator

Hey, guys… it happened! I officially have a book!

Haunted by S.H. Roddey

Thanks to the lovely people at Mocha Memoirs Press, Haunted it now available in eBook format. Want more? Check it out:

When Bobby Gaston walks into a diner and orders a beer with his breakfast, he can’t quite remember why he needs the fortification. While he wants to remember, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to know what happened. He strikes up a conversation with the cute little waitress, Sheila, who offers him a ride back to the house on Normandy Road where he claims his ghost-hunter friends are sleeping after a night of exploration in the spooky old mansion.

Only, Bobby knows his friends aren’t just sleeping. He inherited the house from his grandfather, and while his memory is hazy, his unerring knowledge that something evil lurks inside makes him hesitate. But with the spunky and impetuous Sheila by his side, the darkness doesn’t seem so bad… until she leaves him hanging.

Bobby is left with two options: turn tail and run, or face his personal demons while fighting against the evil that waits for him.

Buy it Here:

AMAZON | BARNES & NOBLE | MMP STORE

Okay, So I Lied About That Thing I Said Earlier.

Published February 3, 2014 by administrator

Remember how I said (and apparently keep saying) that I’m going to do better and actually be a better blogger, writer, reader, and all around human being? Yeah…no. Ain’t happening. I have, yet again, failed miserably.

It’s the first week in February in a brand new year and I still haven’t accomplished shit. Blog-wise, of course.

But you know what? That’s okay. Because if I’m not here prattling on about whatever mundane little things are happening in my life, it means I might actually be getting work done somewhere else.  I intentionally don’t make resolutions because I don’t like making myself feel guilty for not upholding that bizarre new-year oath that in all honesty doesn’t amount to much. I don’t have the time to feel guilty or pat myself on the head and say “There, there. It’s okay. You’re only human.” I KNOW I’M HUMAN G**DAMMIT! I accepted that a long time ago. In this case, all of that is pretty much why I’m not here. I’m expending all of my effort and what little time I have doing other – dare I say it, more productive – things.

That’s part of being a writer, though. You have to budget your time, sacrifice things, rearrange schedules, move mountains, and still have dinner on the table by 7PM. As all twelve of you who regularly read my nonsense know, I have a child (who, by the way, just turned two last week), a husband, and a step-daughter who is a senior in high school and preparing for real life, real jobs, and college. I also work a full-time job and just happen to be chief cook and bottle washer in my household. Twenty-four hours is NOT enough to get everything accomplished that’s on my schedule in a single day, but I make it work. Hell, I do more than just make it work.

I rock that bitch.

Yeah, I’m awesome. I’m not afraid to admit it or to tell everyone in the world that I OWN THIS. Or rather, I will just as soon as the plans I’ve set in motion take hold. See, I haven’t just been lounging around, eating grapes from a male supermodel’s fingers and drinking wine. I’ve been working my butt off to make sure things are going to go the way I want them to.

You want proof that I’m not just sitting around with my thumb up my butt? How’s this for proof:

HAUNTED: That lovable story of delinquent grandchildren, ghosts, and really nasty consequences, is finally going to be reissued in eBook format. The lovely and talented Nicole Kurtz at Mocha Memoirs Press is pushing hard to get everything ready to go for next week. It is Women in Horror Month after all, and I’m a woman that just happens to write horror. What better time to push it? Right now we’re waiting on the cover art, then it’s gravy all the way to the finish line. Rock.

ARMAGEDDON RISING: Artwork request has officially been submitted. The illustrious Matt Perry has my ideas in-hand and I’m so excited about it that I could squeak. I have a virtual release party scheduled at Bitten By Books on May 28th, and ConCarolinas is the following weekend. I’m crazy-excited about this book, y’all. I mean really.

HEROES BEST FRIEND: The fabulous Scott Sandridge and Seventh Star Press have put together an anthology of animal companions, and yours truly is included.  Look What the Cat Dragged In is a fun little murder mystery told from the point of view of a talking tuxedo cat named Miko. This little gem hits e-shelves Friday, and the print version will be right on its tail…so to speak.

Oh, and how about a website?  The all new www.SHRoddey.com is up and out in the world! I’m still tweaking, but it’s getting okay.

If that’s not enough to prove my point, you’re welcome to smell my thumb, too. But that might be weird. I’m going to stop writing now. What I won’t do is make any ridiculous promises that I’m going to make more sense, talk more often, or do anything in particular. Just stay tuned. I’ll be back.

Eventually.

Where I Am & Where I’ll Be

Published July 12, 2013 by administrator

Mornin’ Creeps.

It’s been a bit, hasn’t it? As you out there in this digital wonderland might be able to imagine, the closing of my premier publisher has thrown me for a bit of a loop. It was, in a word, frustrating. But it’s perfectly okay… I’m picking up and moving forward, and I’m not going to let it stop me.

I’ve still got a few things alive and kicking, and as long as my name is out in the world, y’all won’t be getting rid of me so easily.

Tomorrow, for example.

I’ll be at the Barnes & Noble at Forest Acres in Columbia, SC for a book signing. Yep, little old me at a real, old-fashioned book signing with tables and pens and real books and everything! In a bookstore no less! Surprised? Yeah. Tell me about it. I’m so giddy I’m about to come out of this chair!

Oh, I should probably give you the details. It’s for this book:

Big Bad Cover

I’ll be there with John Hartness, James Tuck, Jay Requard, Eden Royce, Darin Kennedy, and a host of other contributors to sign copies, talk about the book, and be my usual charming half-redneck self. Come on down! It’ll be a blast.

We’ll be here tomorrow (7/13) from 4:00-6:00 PM:

Barnes & Noble – Midtown at Forest Acres

Richland Fashion Mall

3400 Forest Drive

Columbia, SC 29204

So yeah, y’all should come see me!

I’m also going to be at Fandom Fest in Louisville, Kentucky at the end of the month. Panel schedules aren’t quite complete yet, but you should definitely come check that out as well. It’s going to be a massive ordeal this year. We’ve got Stan Lee, William Shatner, Gene Simmons, and a host of others waiting in the wings from all those popular things like Torchwood, The Walking Dead, and Firefly.  My inner fangirl is about to lose her mind.

More details next week. And now that we’re past the blatant cries for attention and affection portion of this post…

Just a few housekeeping things and I’ll let you get back to your regularly scheduled day:

1. Thunder on the Battlefield – just saw the cover art and it is freaking amazing. I want to blow it up and lay it on the floor and roll around on it.

2. Haunted – Has a new home with Mocha Memoirs Press. Bobby and his demons shall return shortly, folks.

3. I’m still in the running for a spot in Scott Sandridge’s Heroes’ Best Friend anthology too! Miko, my talking feline detective, made it past the first round and may yet have a home after all this time!

4. The Soul Collectors: Still no word from the Seventh Star crew. Devil’s Daughter is part of that, so with the dissolution of NBP, Lydia is homeless for the time being. Don’t worry, kids…she’ll be just fine. She’s got the Devil in her corner, after all.

5. Lost in the Shadows: Remember me talking about a project between Selah Janel and myself? Well, this is it, kids. We’ve put together a collection of about forty short stories from all walks of literary life. We’re talking fantasy, fairies, horror, sci-fi, and all those weird, formless and in-between things. It started as a small project where we were going to self-publish some of the short stuff left over from NBP, and then it grew. We realized we had all this stuff neither of us would likely find homes for, and it’s unusual and interesting and… well, we’re looking at a full-blown book. We’re over 65,000 words and 200 pages at this point and I’m still formatting.  The cover art is complete and we’re down to the compilation wire. If I could just get her to quit writing stories that I feel compelled to respond to, we might actually have a book to give you. We’re coordinating cover reveals and release dates for both eBook and print, so keep an eye out.

So that’s where I am. I toldja I was busy, Margaret!

Closing Doors and New Opportunities

Published June 11, 2013 by administrator

Last week sucked. In a big, nasty, major way. It started with the fact that I came out of a convention and immediately back to work. Then we received the news that one of my good writer friends lost his mother, which broke my heart and sent me into a tailspin of misery. I lost my Dad just over a year ago, so I’m still not out of the woods in the grief department. Knowing how close he and his mother were and how he’s now alone save his sister only compounds the misery. Not for me…for him. I want to sit down and cry for him because in some crazy, misguided way I want to believe that it might possibly help him some. I know when I went through it, I would have paid someone to do some of the crying for me. It hurts, and it sucks.

Then the big news hit and left all of us standing there, reeling in our shoes.

By now I’m sure the masses have heard that No Boundaries Press is closing. Is closed, to be more specific. Everything shut down yesterday. Our rights will be returned to us on Friday. It means as of this moment, I’m almost defunct. But that’s okay. I’m picking up the pieces. I suppose with the situation being what it is I can safely relay my plans for the future and for my currently homeless titles. I’m not one to sit idly by and watch my life crumble around me, so I’ve already taken charge of the situation.

1. Rock N’ Roll Angel – the erotic horror short that was housed in the Splattered Anthology is getting a revamp this week, and hopefully by next week will make its way to the self-publishing circuit. I’ve made some adjustments, created some flashy new cover art (more to come on that later), and even added a bit of stuff I left out of the original.  In addition to that I’ll be self-printing copies for purchase at public appearances.

2. Haunted – will be finding a new home with another publisher as a reprint. Bobby and the dead folk get a facelift and some new edits, and it will be back in everyone’s hot, little hands by the end of July if things work out properly.

3. Devil’s Daughter – ah, now here’s the kicker. As much as I love this story, I’m holding it back for inclusion in possibly a much larger project. Lydia will be back, I promise. I have yet to sort out exactly where Lydia is going and when. As this story develops, I will continue to share.

On that note, I think this calls for a major reboot. Over the next two weeks I intend to overhaul the blog. I’ll be making changes, and over the next two months I’ll even be unleashing my new website on the world. Expect big things from this camp, kids, ’cause they’re coming.

I’ve also been in cahoots with Selah Janel again. We’re working on a few interesting projects together that should rear their ugly heads sometime very soon. But again, I’ll keep you posted.

So long for now, Creeps. I must away to the dungeon. The pen calls!

Backlist Blog Hop!

Published August 30, 2012 by administrator

Thanks for hopping over!

Let’s talk about fear for a minute… it’s relevant, I promise.

Don’t you like to be scared? Just a little?  You have to admit, there’s a certain thrill to the idea of being totally out of control, or having one of your major faculties taken away from you. It’s why people visit haunted houses – that feeling of helplessness can be attained in a controlled environment. It’s great to have that thrill…so long as you know you’re coming out on the other side without a scratch on you.

But…and go with me on this… what happens when you don’t know if you’re going to make it out? How does it make you feel to think you might end up in that hopeless situation? It doesn’t sound like so much fun anymore, does it?

You have to admit, though, the thrill is still there.

Ask Bobby about that…

 

When Bobby Gaston walks into a diner and orders a beer with his breakfast, he can’t quite remember why he needs the fortification. While he wants to remember, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to know what happened. He strikes up a conversation with the cute little waitress, Sheila, who offers him a ride back to the house on Normandy Road where he claims his ghost-hunter friends are sleeping after a night of exploration in the spooky old mansion.

Only, Bobby knows his friends aren’t just sleeping. He inherited the house from his grandfather, and while his memory is hazy, his unerring knowledge that something evil lurks inside makes him hesitate. But with the spunky and impetuous Sheila by his side, the darkness doesn’t seem so bad… until she leaves him hanging.

Bobby is left with two options: turn tail and run, or face his personal demons while fighting against the evil that waits for him.

Where to get it:

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | No Boundaries Store

 

Or leave me a comment (be sure to include an email address) to win a copy. One lucky winner will receive his or her choice of Amazon or Nook format, shipped directly to the email inbox of choice.

And The Winner Is…

Published March 14, 2012 by administrator

Sadly the winner of last week’s giveaway is someone who has already read the book… but fair is fair, so here he is:

Tally Johnson

I love you, Tally…even if I do pick on you mercilessly at every turn.  Your book will be in your inbox shortly, dear.