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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.”

“You sure?”

“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.


Review of Always Beautiful- M.K. Oien

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.

My Review 

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.


Cover Reveal!! #NERD Cambria Herbert

 #Nerd (The Hashtag Series #1)
Cambria Hebert
New Adult College / Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 3, 2014


Two people from completely different worlds are about to be thrown together…

In more ways than one.

She wants to keep her scholarship. He wants to stay on the team. An awkward alliance doesn’t even begin to cover Rimmel and Romeo’s relationship.

But that’s about to change.

It starts with a dare. An initiation. A challenge.

Quickly, it turns into more. But when you’re a victim of your status, there is no room for anything real. The rules are clear and simple.

Stick to your circle.

And never fall in love with anyone on the outside.


Cambria Hebert is a bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently resides in North Carolina with her children (human and furry) and her husband, who is a United States Marine.

Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).

Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: Text, Torch, Tryst, Masquerade, and Recalled.

Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.

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E-Day Blitz! Guest Post D.T. Dyllin


Title: E-Day
Author: D.T. Dyllin
Series: M-Day #2
Genre: Dystopian Romance
Publisher: Tik Tok Press
Cover artist: Lindsay Tiry
Release Date: August 10, 2014
M-Day was the dawn of a brand new harsher world. A world where old lives could be left behind and secrets buried for good. At least that’s exactly what Tammie Miles had planned. But even with her new identity as Evo, she discovers that your past is never far. When a man from her old life tracks her down, will she risk everything to keep her secrets? Or will she finally learn that maybe even she can love the right man?
The Author

D.T. Dyllin is a Bestselling Romance Author who writes in both New Adult and Adult genres. She is a member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America) and also her local chapter, the MCRW (Music City Romance Writers).

D.T. was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) She now lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and two spoiled GSDs.

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Writer that influenced me the most…

Of course I’d first like to say that every thing I’ve ever read, good or bad has influenced me. I think that’s true with every author. Sooo… every writer I have ever read has influenced me in some manner of speaking. Figuring out who has influenced me the most was actually a tough one. Grrrr… When push comes to shove, or more aptly, when I have to choose for a guest post, I guess I’d have to say Anne Rice.

I was first exposed to Rice in elementary school. My mom had checked Interview with a Vampire out from our local library and something about the title intrigued me. I began secretly reading it when she wasn’t around. Granted, some things definitely went over my head, but I was in love. Finally a book that felt more real to me. I was one of those children who hated Disney and preferred things with a darker feel to them. I’d internally scoff at my friends who wanted to marry a prince charming when they grew up. That kind of stuff wasn’t real. Arial doesn’t become human and marry Eric at the end, she dies to save his life, or that’s the version I preferred. Yes, I was born a cynic, or at least that’s what my parents have always said. Now, Lestat, Louis… they could be real. The world of torment they lived in… totally believable. And oh Lestat… How I wished you were real and I could grow up and become your vampy female partner in crime. I wouldn’t whine like Louis, I swear. Lestat was my first long term book boyfriend crush. *swoon * Okay, I’m getting a bit off topic now. *fans self while thinking of Lestat *

Moving along… My style of writing isn’t anything like Anne Rice’s. If only. Lol But I do write darker romance. I don’t like to tiptoe around taboo subjects or what I feel would be realistic, which is definitely my personal opinion. Real life and real love aren’t pretty, and neither is a lot of the stuff I write about. That’s what I learned from Anne Rice… That it’s okay to be true to yourself and if you have a touch of darkness to you, then let it out and have fun while doing it.


Tortured Blog Tour


Title: Tortured

Author: Kate Givans

Series: Tortured #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Drama

A contemporary romantic drama about loss, healing, and love’s ability to reach beyond scars and secrets, no matter how deep or hidden.

WARNING: This book is intended for 18+ readers ONLY. Potentially triggering content and concepts in books to follow.

More than a year after the death of his best friend, Josh is still tormented by the past. Everything changes when free-spirited Willow barges into his life. She challenges him, helps him feel something other than the overwhelming pain, sadness, and anger.

There’s just one problem.

Underneath that carefree spirit, Willow is elusive and secretive. Josh believes she may be fighting a few demons of her own, but he harder he tries to uncover the truth, the more she pushes him away.

Can Josh get her to open up before it’s too late? Or will he discover that some secrets are better left untold?

Author Bio:

Quirky, clumsy, and always a little off-key, Kate Givans has always loved books and the words contained within. Now that she’s writing the stories, she’s filling them with broken characters, angst, and even a few of those happily-ever-afters that seem to evade us in real life.

When not writing, this gypsy-hearted wife and mother of five can be found guzzling coffee, day-dreaming, dancing for no reason at all, playing with the voices in her head, watching her favorite shows (Originals, Grey’s, OUAT, The Following), listening to music, and reminding herself to “breathe.”
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I first met Willow out on Old Mill Road. Standing on the ledge of the arched concrete bridge, her arms spread wide, she looked like a bird about to take flight. I probably would have taken more time to admire the absolute freedom she embodied in that moment, the auburn curls whipping around her upturned face, the way the moonlight made her porcelain skin shimmer…but it looked like she was about to jump.

I remember my hesitation, how desperately I wanted to turn back the way I’d come and pretend I’d never seen her. I know it makes me sound like an insensitive prick, but I wasn’t exactly thrilled at having the life or death of some crazy chick thrown in my lap. Not that I didn’t understand, at least on some level, what might be going through her head. Hell, I knew, better than most, what it meant to feel like life would never get better.

It’d only been six weeks since my release from Shady Oak’s mental facility. I wasn’t the person to talk her down; I didn’t know the first thing about helping someone find the light at the end of the tunnel. Hell, I still had days that I’d much rather jump right along with her than try and brave another day.

Thankfully, that particular day hadn’t been one of them.

I stood there a few moments longer, considering my options. I could turn around and go back the way I came, but I wasn’t exactly up for that. I could go past her and risk spooking her, but the last thing I needed was the aftermath of watching her plummet to her death – calling the police, filing a report, explaining what had happened. It wouldn’t hurt to at least try and talk her off the ledge, right?

Having made my decision, I edged cautiously along the gravel path, taking slow and calculated steps towards bird-girl. Stopping just feet away from her, I weighed the risk of grabbing ahold of the oversized sweater jacket she was wearing. My luck, the damn thing would come clean off and she’d end up in the water anyway, so I decided against it.

I was still trying to decide how to go about helping her when she spoke, voice confident as she kept her face upturned towards the night sky. “I’m not going to jump.”

I cleared my throat and hoped to God the irritation didn’t seep through. “No offense, miss, but that’s not what it looks like from here.”

Her head tilted slightly, as if she were trying to shrug, but the movement came up short. I waited for some other response, but the uncomfortable silence stretched on, giving me the impression that my presence was both unwanted and unnecessary.

“Well, you…uh, have a nice night,” I finally said, taking a couple backward steps towards town.

“You could join me.” Her words, prying and inquisitive, stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Yeeaaah….Thanks, but I prefer to keep my feet on the ground.”

She chuckled. The light, carefree sound intrigued and, for some unknown reason, annoyed me all at once. Maybe because I’d never laughed like that. Hell, I didn’t know anyone that had. It left me questioning what the hell she was doing up there in the first place.

Crazy. Definitely crazy.

Determined to get as far away from her as possible, I started backing away. I didn’t make it but a few steps when she glanced over her shoulder at me. The wide-eyed conviction in her sparkling, crystal blue eyes ensnared me, rooted me to the ground beneath my feet.

“How will you ever learn to fly if you don’t take time to spread your wings?” she asked.

And just like that, the pull I’d felt just seconds before shook free, floating away with the cold, bitter wind. I’d taken enough rides on the crazy train to last a lifetime. “Well, anyway. It was, uh, nice meeting you.”



Shinedown, Save Me:
The Fray, You Found Me:
Get Scared, Built for Blame:
3 Doors Down, So Far Down:
Bush, Greedy Fly:
Nickleback, Savin’ Me:
Stone Sour, Bother:
Papa Roach, Scars:
The Fray, How to Save a Life:
Coldplay, Fix You:
Imagine Dragons, Demons:
Jasmine Thomspon, Everybody Hurts:
Seether, Fade Away:
Goo Goo Dolls, Before It’s Too Late:
Sick Puppies, All the Same:
John Legend, All of Me:
Hoobastank, Lucky:
Adelitas Way, Alive:
Evanescence, Bring Me to Life:
Little Green Cars, The John Wayne:
Breaking Benjamin, Diary of Jane:
Fireflight, Desperate:
Lynard Skynard, Free Bird:
Goo Goo Dolls, Here is Gone:
3 Doors Down, Let Me Go:
The Fray, Never Say Never: of Dying, Die Trying:


Author Q &A:
What made you decide you wanted to be a writer?

Deep down, I think I’ve always known. I started reading at four. When I was seven, I wrote my first book. It was a short, adorable little thing that I wrote for my mom. Along the way, I lost sight of that – maybe it was the responsibility of being a mom, or the idea that I was supposed to grow up and do the responsibility thing. Whatever the case, it kind of got buried in day to day life. Then, after my mother passed away, I found my book in her things. It all came flooding back, but again, I tossed it aside, figuring it was just too late. It wasn’t until I met my best friend that all that changed. I learned about Indie publishing and fell in love instantly.

How would you describe your books, in a nutshell?

Dark, twisty, angsty, with a lot of heart and a peppering of romance. That may change as I go along, but it definitely fits most of my current writing.

What has been your biggest struggle when it comes to writing and publishing?

I have to say my biggest struggle has been believing in myself enough to actually do it. At first, I wasn’t really sure I could tell a story that anyone else would enjoy. Plus, I’ve always been oversensitive, so the fear of rejection kind of kept me frozen for a few years. Thankfully, I’ve had some pretty amazing people in my life that believed in me until I could do it for myself.

Where do you draw your writing inspiration from?

Honestly, there’s not any one place that I find inspiration. It’s more of a conglomeration of personal experience, music, cinema, pop culture, books, and random ideas that seem to come out of nowhere. Each piece of the puzzle seems to play its own little role in the writing process for me.

Do you share any traits, characteristics, or traits with any of your characters?

Admittedly, I do. While each and every one of them is different, I find that I share certain struggles, personality traits, or nuances with most of my characters. And in so many ways, they teach me lessons about myself. I learn from them – the things they endure and somehow manage to overcome, the truths that they come to see and believe about the world around them or themselves. It’s a very interesting process, to say the least.

Do you have any favorite authors?

I do! But I have entirely too many to mention! Not just because I don’t want to exclude anyone, but also because I don’t read just one particular genre of book. I have my dark and twisty, contemporary, my guilty erotica reads, romance, zombies…needless to say, I’m extremely eclectic in my reading tastes.

Review of Always- Amanda Weaver

From the moment they meet, their connection is perfect in every way but one.

It’s New Year’s Eve, 2007, and Justine James is fronting her dead-end band for a less-than-adoring crowd. But there’s one person there who sees what she could be—one person who changes everything for her.

Dillon Pierce clawed his way up from the LA streets with no one to count on but his best friend, Ash. Their years of struggle finally pay off when their band, Outlaw Rovers, gets signed and their single takes off. With Ash as the magnetic lead singer and Dillon as the band’s musical soul, they’re destined for greatness, provided Dillon can keep Ash from self-destructing first.

Dillon might not be fronting Outlaw Rovers, but he’s always been the only one Justine sees. She’s followed his career from afar and when he shows up at her crummy New Year’s Eve gig, nothing will stop her from meeting him. They forge an intense connection, rapidly moving from friends to musical soul mates. Justine wants much more, but she’s not willing to climb over groupies and industry bottom-feeders to make it happen. Dillon becomes a fixture in her life, but she has to figure out how to keep him out of her heart.

Outlaw Rovers begins to implode as Justine’s star is on the rise. The years that follow bring equal parts fame and ruin. For Justine, a new love supplants her old heartbreak, and Dillon has to reboot his life after losing nearly everything that matters. Despite the odds, Dillon and Justine remain devoted friends and musical collaborators. After all the missed chances, wrong turns and painful detours, can they finally find the happiness together that seemed destined from the start?


My Review

I thoroughly enjoyed reading Always by Amanda Weaver. The story between Dillon and Justine is a love story set at the wrong time in both of their lives. I have never read a story set in the music world, but Amanda Weaver does a great job creating the world in Always. The detailed portrayal of music in Always makes me wish I could listen to the music for myself. Amanda Weaver is a talented writer and the detail she provides throughout her writing is enthralling. Always is a book that will engross you, but I do wish the author had spent a little more time on the ending.



Little Black Book! Tabatha Vargo and Melissa Andrea




My name’s Sebastian Black, and I want to buy you. I could have any woman I want, but I choose you.

Here’s my offer…
I’ll put your name in my LITTLE BLACK BOOK, and when I want you, I’ll call you. When I call, you’re going to come, in more ways than one. It will be mutually pleasurable for both of us.

There are only two rules:

If you do either, I’ll remove you from my book and payment stops.

Do we have an understanding?

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Review of The Line That Binds- Jennifer Miller

Stained with heartache and cursed with vengeance, a stone well lies on a nineteenth-century estate, waiting for the Stockton line to wish again.

When seventeen-year-old Lila Wayde’s father loses his high-paying job in Las Vegas, the family relocates to a Pennsylvania estate bequeathed by an estranged aunt. Lila begins a new life there, one not corrupted by wealth and fake friends. She soon meets Ben, the groundskeeper’s gritty grandson, and experiences the kind of happiness her life’s been missing. But as she settles into the ancient house, she learns information about her ancestors and the old stone well that may make her wish she’d never come.

Ben Shadows has lost enough in life. So when Stockton Estate’s owner, Janine, wills the land to her great-niece Lila, Ben fears for the fate of the property. He decides to find out Lila’s intentions as the new owner, but his grandfather wants him to protect her from Stockton Estate’s alleged curse. As Ben helps Lila dig through the estate’s history, they grow closer than he ever intended. Now, along with concerns about the property and the reality of the curse, he struggles with feelings he can’t ignore.

Will the secrets of Stockton Estate bring them together or will knowing the truth rip them apart?

My Review

Jennifer Miller’s The Line That Binds is a story of love and a curse. Miller has created a classic love story with a twist like no other. From the creativity put into her characters to the detail involved in making this story come to life, The Line That Binds is a riveting story. You will not want to put this book down until you find out the truth about LJ and the Stockton Estate. Jennifer Miller is an excellent writer; the Line That Binds is a proof of her imagination and skills as an author.


Review of Mine to Steal – TK Rapp


In life and business, Trey Miller has always been the good guy. Nothing wrong with that, since it’s gotten him everywhere he has needed to be. His startup company is a success and growing so much that he is gaining the attention of larger corporations.

By all accounts, Trey has it all, but the one place he fails is love.

He thought he might have had something with Emogen Kane, but she was taken before he even had a chance. Now, he hides behind work, unwilling to take any risks in the love department.

When Trey finds himself vying for a huge account against Faith Young, he knows he’s going to have to play it tough to win. Faith is smart, attractive and rumor has it, she lands every account she goes after.

When Faith is thrown into his path at every turn, Trey starts to feel that it is more than a coincidence. Knowing that Faith has a boyfriend douses the flame that he was starting to feel, until he realizes that the guy might not at all be what he seems.

Trey let go once, but he’s determined to win it all this time. Does he have it in him to roll up his sleeves and get dirty? And if he does, will he finally end up with the girl?

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My Review ****

Mine to Steal was a fun read for me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the main character Faith for the longest time. It wasn’t because she was awful, it’s because the author wrote her so complicated, you weren’t really ever sure what she was thinking.I think the characters were developed well, which is important for me when I’m reading. I felt like I knew them and their personalities. There was some humor which I dug, the brother Jett was a trip. All and all I enjoyed the story line and the writing.



Find the Author


T.K. Rapp is a Texas girl born and raised. She earned a B.A. in Journalism from Texas A&M and it was there that she met the love of her life. He had a contract with the U.S. Navy that would take them across both coasts, and ultimately land them back home in Texas.

Upon finally settling in Texas, T.K. worked as a graphic designer and photographer for the family business that her mom started years earlier. She was able to infuse her creativity and passion, into something she enjoyed, but something was still missing. There was a voice in the back of her head that told her to write, so write, she did. And, somewhere on an external hard drive, are several stories she started and never finished.

Now at home, raising her two daughters, T.K. has more time to do the things she loves, which includes photography and writing. When she’s not doing one of those, she can be found with her family, which keeps her busy. She enjoys watching her kids in their various sporting activities (i.e. doing the soccer mom thing), having Sunday breakfast at her parent’s house, singing out loud and out of key or dancing like a fool. She loves raunchy humor, gossip blogs and a good book.

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Summer of Zombie – Guest Post From Erik Gustafson


We are always chopping up zombies and blowing their heads into frothy pulp, but do we have to? Can they be tamed or at least subdued?  There is a new TV show on BBC America called “In the Flesh” that features rehabilitated zombies that have been reintegrated with society. I watched the pilot the other day.  Pretty silly show actually. Not for me.  But still, I wonder if they always have to be slaughtered to stop them and keep the masses safe…. Consider this newspaper article I found:

Zombies ride carousel, seem happier for it, town relaxes slightly

GORLAND, IA (Rooters) –As the world is paralyzed in the crushing terror of the zombie apocalypse, one small town is sleeping a bit easier tonight due to one innocent amusement ride: a carousel.

In what towns’ people described as a wonderful twist of chance, some zombies have stopped attacking people, choosing instead to sit on brightly colored carousel horses or other animals and enjoy the music and fun.

Edgar Mullins, manager of the antique carousel, says that he came onto his shift one afternoon to find a zombie stuck to one of the horses. He was scared at first, as it growled and clawed at him. Since it didn’t advance on him, Edgar noticed its decayed leg was caught in one of the hooves. Fascinated, by the horrifying monster, Edgar observed it for some time before finally deciding it would be hilarious to crank up the Wurlitzer and make the trapped zombie go for a ride.

The band organ blared on and the ride rotated around and around while Edgar sat back and enjoyed a fresh batch of popcorn. Something shocking happened. The zombie crawled up on the saddle and stopped gnashing and slashing.

It simply stared at the kaleidoscope of lights.

As soon as the music stopped and the carousel stopped spinning, the zombie became agitated. Edgar pushed the button and the started the machine up and the zombie once again relaxed and became docile.

Well Edgar was amazed at what he had discovered. “I dropped my bag of popcorn and everything. If you have ever had carousel popcorn, you know you don’t waste that stuff, but I did.”

The word spread and soon friends and strangers alike were dragging in zombies on leashes and harnesses to the cherished amusement ride. The horses, the dogs, even the dragons and mermaids all quickly filled with not awe-struck children, but rotting, stinking zombies.

Today, there is not one empty animal and most have two or three zombies piled on.

It’s a win-win situation: Happy zombies and fewer people get munched on. Apparently, the zombies are content riding the beloved carousel. “Somehow either the carousel itself or the happy memories the carousel invokes are enough to stop the swarming hordes!”

Billy, age 8, even tells this reporter that he tied a red balloon to one of the zombie’s ankles and “it didn’t do anything.”

Reactions are mixed. While it’s true there are fewer zombies on the streets eating people, the 100 year old carousel is covered in gore and guts. The once brightly painted animals are coated in dark red and black body paint. Body parts fall off regularly and are left to rot on the platform. David Arsenfellow, mayor, says the carousel is protected by law and that this “foolishness has destroyed a landmark”. Still, he can’t deny there are much fewer deaths.

Edgar now has several people that take turns rewinding the music reels and pressing the button. Standing in the center of the carousel filled with zombies is like being in the center of “shit storm” says Ann Greeley.  She adds, “I hate to be the person in the center operating the carousel when the power goes out.”

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The stench of rotting flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 33 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of June.

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #SummerZombie


AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in June, here’s the complete list, updated daily:



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