Drawing Down the Moon
Steven Lee Climer
Genre: YA Horror/Dark Fantasy
Expected Release Date: Nov. 4, 2014
A group of misfits learn how to conjure an ancient dark evil that gives them the power to be judge, jury, and executioner.
Ronan and her friends unlock the secrets of delivering vengeance on their tormentors with an ancient artifact found in Ronan’s mom’s mail. However, it goes beyond petty high school teasing and the trio begins doling out horrific punishments.
When it goes too far and Ronan wants out, Lyda, the charming new student, gets in her way. Ronan must break Lyda’s hold on her friends before they become the monsters hunting each other.
Tag Line: Because Every Teen Wants Revenge
Steven Lee Climer lives in Metropolitan Detroit with his partner. He is an avid amateur bodybuilder, gardener, and all-around handyman. He has sold the motion picture rights of his novel Demonesque to After Dark Productions, and is the recipient of several honors including the Darrell Award, Eppie for Best Horror Novel 2000, and 1997 finalist for Best First Novel from the International Horror Guild.
Do Believe In Ghosts, I Do Believe In Ghosts
It was late spring. My middle son was home from college for the summer. He and my daughter were asleep in the living room. Despite having a two bedroom apartment, when I had the kids we camped out on the sofas, and I always dragged a mattress off one of the beds and brought it out, as well.
I’d been up for about thirty minutes before I decided to go into the kitchen and make toast and coffee. Facing the counter where the coffee pot was, I saw someone pass by the kitchen and go into the bathroom. Then, I heard the bathroom door shut.
I yelled out, “What do you guys want for breakfast?”
My daughter said, “Why are you yelling?”
“Ask Grant what he wants for breakfast,” I said.
“He’s sleeping,” she said.
My daughter was talking to me from the living room. I felt the hairs on my arm stand on end. I walked slowly out of the kitchen and peered around the corner. My daughter was sitting up on one of the sofas, her phone in her hand. Grant was on the other couch. The kid is over six feet tall. His legs were draped over the arm of the furniture.
“Who just went into the bathroom?” I said. “Did you hear the door close?”
My daughter set her phone down. “I thought you shut the door,” she said.
We stared at each other. It wasn’t uncommon for us to witness paranormal activity. Usually it happened at my parents’ house. Jenny lived there. Jenny was not a person. She was a spirit. Nothing supernatural had ever happened in my apartment in the four years I’d been living here.
I turned and looked down the short hallway. The bathroom door was closed.
“Are you going to check?” My daughter had her knees drawn up and one arm wrapped around her legs. The phone was still in one hand. I think she was ready to film whatever happened next.
It had been a few days earlier when we were at my parents’ house. My two son’s, my oldest son’s girlfriend, my daughter, my mother and I sat around the kitchen table. On the doorknob leading to a staircase that led down to a family room hung a single purse strap. The second strap dangled.
We were having coffee, laughing, and telling stories. A rather normal night when visiting with my parents. Then, the loose purse strap rose into the air. It stood suspended for several seconds before dropping back down. We all went silent.
We all looked around at each other. We had all seen what just happened, but it was like no one wanted to ask the obvious question first.
My daughter stood up. “Did you see that?”
My mother nearly gasped. “That just happened, didn’t it?”
There was a shared nervous laugh that filled the kitchen. My daughter lifted the purse off the doorknob. She inspected it and then replaced it as it was with one strap on the knob, the other limp.
I’d tried convincing my mother that Jenny was in their house, and had been since I was fourteen. She never believed me. She humored me, but that was about it. This was the first time she’d ever witnessed something as unexplainable, and yet as simple as a rising purse strap.
What did it mean? I had no clue. We talked about Jenny after that happened, rehashing stories about the ghost in my parents’ house. When my mother went to the bathroom, I saw her hesitate by the door and give it wide berth as she made her way. She believed me now. Or, she did, then — in that moment.
Staring at my closed bathroom door I will admit I felt apprehensive about opening it to see who, or what had gone into the bathroom and closed the door. I’d seen enough horror movies to feel chilled, and I’d written enough horror novels and short stories to know better. Yet, someone had to check, and I wasn’t going to let my daughter.
I put my hand on the knob, turned it, and slowly pushed the bathroom door open.
In the bathroom was nothing.
Nothing but things that should be in a bathroom. I checked behind the shower curtain, opened the medicine cabinet and bottom cabinet doors.
Normal. Everything was as it should be.
I went back into the kitchen.
“Well?” My daughter wouldn’t be satisfied until I told her what I’d found.
“A ghost. It’s in the tub. Why don’t you take your shower first and I’ll have breakfast ready for you when your done,” I said. I laughed.
But was anything really funny?
Tomasso is the author of 15 novels. He works full time as a Fire / EMS Dispatcher for 911. His Vaccination Trilogy is an Amazon best selling set of zombie books. His latest release, Blood River, is an action / adventure tale that takes place in Papua New Guinea. He lives in Rochester, NY with his three kids and is always hard at work on his next novel. Please, visit his website, and follow him on Twitter!
Haunted House Tour
Short Story by Renee Charles
The tour was half over and he’d not shown up yet.
If the fortune teller had been right, Misty would meet the man of her dreams here in this haunted house this very night.
Fortune teller’s didn’t have much of a track record as far as Misty was concerned. But this had been different. Her bestie, Anna made her go, and once they got there all hell broke loose. Misty didn’t believe in all the crap Anna did, but when the shit literally began to fly off the walls while this lady held Misty’s hand, it was hard to ignore.
So here she was taking the tour of a fricken haunted house on Halloween by flashlight dressed like a naughty pirate. Yep. She’d had better ideas in her lifetime.
“Maybe it’s him.” Anna pointed to the guy with a nice ass walking in front of them again.
“If it is, the blonde hanging all over him might have something to say about it.”
Anna giggled, but Misty had about all the fun she could stand for one night. It was time for an adult beverage.
“This room is where the Captain allegedly killed his wife.” The tour host tried to sound mysterious.
Misty held back as the other tourists pressed forward to gawk. She had no interest in viewing the crime scene, even a hundred years later.
“Misty, come on. I wanna see.” Anna pouted.
“You go. I’ll wait here.”
“Yep.” Misty didn’t have the gene that made people want to stop and stare at a train wreck. All she saw was sorrow at such things.
As the group turned the corner, Misty was left alone with her tiny circle of light.
“He didn’t do it you know.”
Misty nearly jumped out of her skin and spun around. “What the hell?”
The most handsome man she’d ever seen leaned on the door frame she just vacated.
He chuckled, a deep, rich noise from the bottom of his gorgeous throat. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t. That’s how I greet people for the first time.” Damn. Could she have thought of any better answer?
He nodded slowly. “By swearing at them.”
“What about you, you always lurk in dark rooms waiting to appear when a lady is alone?”
“Only when they are as beautiful as you.” His grin spoke of wicked thoughts and Misty suddenly felt warm all over.
“I…I…” Pull it together girl. Misty cleared her throat and tried again. He was hot, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She rested a hand on her hip and tipped her head. “Nice costume.”
It really was. Some kind of old fashioned cop she guessed complete with high boots and a long coat. His hat rested under one arm and a ‘Billy club’ hung low on his hip where the coat fell open. His half unbuttoned shirt left the hint of chest hair exposed. She fought the sudden urge to rip it open the rest of the way and explore just how much hair he had. Where the hell, did that come from?
He nodded at her fishnet encased legs and wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I agree.”
“Thank you.” Her voice came out in little more than a whisper, and heat surged through her body as if she’d downed a couple of shots.
He pushed off the wall with his shoulder and sauntered toward her. Her bottom bumped the table against the far wall before she even realized she’d been backing up.
“The tour went that way.” She pointed a shaky finger at the empty doorway they’d all pushed through.
“That’s the benefit of being security and not the tour guide.” He stopped only a foot from her. “Do you know what All Hallow’s Eve is for?”
He shook his head. “Mumm um.”
Misty’s legs felt all buttery as he leaned in close to her ear.
“Magic.” His breath caressed the tiny hairs on her cheek.
Oh what the hell, she hadn’t done anything crazy in far too long. She turned her face in welcome and he seized her lips in a kiss that sent shivers to every part of her being. He traced her lips with his tongue and gently probed the seam.
Misty opened for him and he dove in. His strong arms wound around her and he pulled her tight against his chest as he led her tongue in a sweet dance.
Moonlight poured through a window at the end of the corridor illumining them both in eerie light. Misty strained to hear the noise of the tour, but they’d wandered so far, she no longer heard the shuffle of feet.
Nothing but the sound of her pounding heart and his, pressed together.
It was crazy to be kissing a stranger like this, but the fortune teller’s prediction somehow made it all right. After all, he could be the man of her dreams.
The sound of voices drifted toward them and he drug himself away from her lips. He held her face in his palms searching her eyes. “I’ve got to get back to my post. Wouldn’t want to get caught kissing the tourists and lose my job. Come back tomorrow afternoon and we will get to know each other.”
“Tonight’s the last flashlight tour.” The bouncing lights were visible as the group came closer.
He laughed and let his hands fall away from her. “I’m not just Halloween security. I work here year round. Come back tomorrow.”
“Okay, but what’s your name?”
He stepped back toward the shadowy room. “Tom. I heard your friend call you Misty. Tomorrow then, Misty?”
She nodded, albeit a bit too eagerly, but Damn he was hot. And this was the most exciting thing that had happened to her in a while. She smiled as he turned and went back to work.
“Misty.” A hand on her elbow made her jump.
“Damn it, I wish people would stop doing that.” She turned to face her friend.
“You missed it. We got the entire story.” Anna began to relay the tail as they followed the tour back to the main floor. “Apparently the wife was sleeping with another guy…”
Misty only half listened while she searched for a glimpse of her hot Security Guard. The two they passed nodded, but stayed in place. No sign of Tom.
Anna wiggled her eyebrows at one and whispered, “Apparently they have a lot of antiques worth guarding in this place.”
The guide heard the comment and cleared her throat. “No, just trying to keep a lid on the vandals and such on Halloween. It’s the anniversary of the murder and for some strange reason people think it’s a good time to tear the place up.”
The guide came to a stop in the parlor and lifted her flashlight to the wall. “This is the only remaining portrait of the handsome couple.”
Anna gasped next to Misty, who’d not been paying attention, still watching for Tom.
“What?” Misty hissed as Anna was about to shake her arm off.
The guide ignored them and continued to speak. “This picture was taken of Thomas and Jennifer Kelly the week before her death…”
The woman in the black and white photo could have been Misty’s twin, and there beside her stood the handsome security guard, Tom. All Misty’s blood drained to her feet.
“She looks just like you.” Everyone turned to stare when Anna said it.
“Get me outta here.” I was all Misty could manage to get out.
Anna gathered her by the arm and marched for the door. Misty’s feet followed, but her mind raced in circles trying to comprehend what had happened. One thing she knew for sure. She would not be back tomorrow.
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Author, Renee Charles believes all love is legendary. Being the only female in a house full of giants (husband and two teenage boys) she tends to lean toward the strange and unusual, but inevitably the softer side shines through.
Whether life leads her to a snow covered mountain top, sun dappled forest, or the bottom of a ravine (yes, ditches happen) she always has a pen and note pad ready so wherever the next adventure takes her, she can take notes.
Her own romance began in an insane asylum. Luckily, both she and her husband only worked there. But it makes sense her romance novels have strange beginnings that lead to passionate endings. Romance with a twist.
In the face of zombies, werewolves, and big foot she always seems to find a happily ever after to leave you with a sigh at the end.
My name is Lucille Marie Harris, but everyone calls me Lucky.
My life was planned out by me, for me. I wanted nothing more than to finish school and have my dream job. I let nothing or no one stand in the way of that. That is until I met Zeppelin Rhoades. He had a way of changing me; turning my world upside down and making me feel reckless.
This is the tale of a summer romance that changes the course of two people’s lives forever.
You think you know how this story ends, but you have no idea. It isn’t always about where we end up. It’s about how we get there.
One person can change your life forever.
Zeppelin Rhoades changed mine.
Always Beautiful by M.K. Oien was an enjoyable and easy read. The development of Lucky, the lead female character, was written in a noteworthy manner. However, I wish I could have learned more about Zeppelin, the lead male character, and the development of him. Always Beautiful was slightly predictable, and a little cheesy at times but by the end of the book you will truly be suprised. M.K. Oien throws in a twist that no reader will expect.