Welcome everyone to the first day of the Stalkers Book Blitz hosted by Shane at Itching for Books Book Tours. There are over 50 blogs participating in this week-long blitz. Every day each author who has contributed a short story to this anthology will be featured on a bunch of blogs. There are excerpts to read and a giveaway to enter. Don't let the spine-chilling cover be a detriment to your picking this book up. Stalkers has a wide assortment of stories, one is certain to satisfy your taste. I have my New Adult paranormal story, Powerless, in this collection. Check out Stalkers. It's on sale this week for $.99.
Today's featured authors are Rene Folsom, Jason Brant and Elizabeth Collins
Stalkers: A Collection of Thriller Stories
edited by Cynthia Shepp and Rene Folsom
Release date: November 26th 2013
Publisher: Indie Style Press
Purchase: Amazon
BOOK DESCRIPTION:
Shadows follow you in the darkness of the night and the eerie sensation of being watched crawls up your spine. Your sanity pulls apart at the seams as the terrors stalk their victims, leaving you too frightened to turn off the light.
These twisted stories will leave you breathless, dreading the horrors lurking around the corner.
Seventeen authors. Seventeen tales of terror. Infinite nightmares.
Stories featured in this anthology:
- Every Thorn by Rene Folsom
- Dead Ringer by Jason Brant
- Autumn by Elizabeth Collins
- Don’t Kiss the Dead Fred by A.E. Killingsworth
- Affliction by S.L. Dearing
- Lucid by Andrea Stanet
- Donations by Bart Hopkins
- Bernice by Chad Foutz
- Destination: Death by Eaton Thomas Palmer
- Powerless by Laurie Treacy
- Freezer Burn by Jon Messenger
- The Watcher by Lindy Spencer
- Immortal Luck by Magen McMinimy
- Izzy’s Assassin by Nicole Clark
- Say My Name by Michael Loring
- Damaged People by Nicki Scalise
- Blog Stalker by Phil Taylor
Every Thorn by Rene Folsom
About Rene
Rene Folsom, author of paranormal romance and erotica, lives in Florida with her husband and three kids. She has officially diagnosed herself with creative ADD and, if it weren't for her day job as a graphic designer, she would have a million and one writing projects going at once. In addition to web design, she is also a graphic artist who loves to create custom book cover designs for indie authors. She is definitely an artist at heart and would love nothing more than to be elbow deep in clay during her waking hours.
Rene believes that all fiction is based on some form of reality—otherwise we would never have the inspiration or knowledge to dream up the realistic situations we portray with our words. She is proud to say that her personal experiences have been inspirational, though perhaps not always identical to that of her fictional characters. Where reality and fantasy diverge, however, must remain her little secret…
Excerpt
Jason Brant grew up in the mountains of western Pennsylvania where he eventually graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree from Indiana University of Pennsylvania.
After spending more than half a decade working as a Digital Forensics Analyst contractor for the Department of Defense, Jason prefers to spend his time writing and watching movies.
As a Steelers fan living outside of Baltimore, Jason and his wife Erin spend most of their days dodging flying cans of National Bohemian Beer being thrown at them by Ravens fans.
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“The fuck?” he sneers, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He slides around me and re-buckles his belt.
I’m stuck where he left me, my chest turning to ice and then cracking down the middle. The anger in his eyes doesn’t make any sense—I know he wants this. It has to be her.
“What the hell are you thinking, Autumn? I’m married, and your boss. Are you crazy?”
Rene Folsom, author of paranormal romance and erotica, lives in Florida with her husband and three kids. She has officially diagnosed herself with creative ADD and, if it weren't for her day job as a graphic designer, she would have a million and one writing projects going at once. In addition to web design, she is also a graphic artist who loves to create custom book cover designs for indie authors. She is definitely an artist at heart and would love nothing more than to be elbow deep in clay during her waking hours.
Rene believes that all fiction is based on some form of reality—otherwise we would never have the inspiration or knowledge to dream up the realistic situations we portray with our words. She is proud to say that her personal experiences have been inspirational, though perhaps not always identical to that of her fictional characters. Where reality and fantasy diverge, however, must remain her little secret…
Excerpt
Later that evening, Brittany lay in her bed and stared at the rose she placed on her nightstand. A dull, soothing breeze lingered from the patio and made her sheer curtains dance gracefully in its wake. The moon shining through the open sliding glass doors lit her room with dark hues of blue and gray. The purple rose looked almost black with the muted lighting.
“Why purple?” she murmured, unsure what the gesture meant.
With curiosity burning a hole in her mind, she grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand and searched the web for purple rose meaning.
Enchantment; Love at first sight.
“Well, that’s a little bit of sweet and a whole lot of creepy,” she said out loud while locking the keys on her phone and placing it back on the table next to the rose.
Thinking twice about the implications of this random rose, Brittany slid out of bed and tiptoed over to the doors leading to her patio. The light wind tickling her bare skin made a shiver roll up her spine. Sliding the heavy doors closed with a low whooshing sound, she breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the click of the lock latching in place.
Slinking back into bed, she settled down against her soft pillow and stared at the rose once more. The rose giver continued to plague her mind as her eyelids grew heavy, and she began to doze off.
That night, Brittany dreamed of purple roses and stalker eyes.
Dead Ringer by Jason Brant
After spending more than half a decade working as a Digital Forensics Analyst contractor for the Department of Defense, Jason prefers to spend his time writing and watching movies.
As a Steelers fan living outside of Baltimore, Jason and his wife Erin spend most of their days dodging flying cans of National Bohemian Beer being thrown at them by Ravens fans.
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Excerpt
“Mr. Ryan! Such a pleasure to see you again!” The desk clerk beamed at me across the counter.
My head swiveled around, inspecting the rest of the lobby behind me.
I was the only one in there. The clerk waved at me, beckoning me over to the front desk.
“I was afraid we wouldn’t see you again!” A broad grin cracked his serene demeanor.
And then it clicked.
This man thought I was James Ryan, former second baseman for the Milwaukee Brewers. After last season concluded, the Brewers traded James to the Marlins. But you’re already aware of that, aren’t you?That’s why you’re here.
You’re probably asking yourself what a baseball player has to do with me, right?
I was the only one in there. The clerk waved at me, beckoning me over to the front desk.
“I was afraid we wouldn’t see you again!” A broad grin cracked his serene demeanor.
And then it clicked.
This man thought I was James Ryan, former second baseman for the Milwaukee Brewers. After last season concluded, the Brewers traded James to the Marlins. But you’re already aware of that, aren’t you?That’s why you’re here.
You’re probably asking yourself what a baseball player has to do with me, right?
Autumn by Elizabeth Collins
About Elizabeth
Elizabeth Collins resides in Michigan with her husband and twin sons. She enjoys researching the random things that pop in her head, rain, and going to home improvement stores just for the smell of it. If she could, she would spend all her time reading or writing, preferably on a beach or in the woods with no one else around. She’s mesmerized by all forms of art, loves office supplies, and hates housework. So much so that her dream is to eventually earn enough money writing to be able to hire someone else to do it.
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Excerpt
“We belong together,” I whisper, and then I can’t hold back any longer. I lock my arm around his waist and cover his lips with mine. Before I can coax them open with my tongue, he rips himself away.“The fuck?” he sneers, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He slides around me and re-buckles his belt.
I’m stuck where he left me, my chest turning to ice and then cracking down the middle. The anger in his eyes doesn’t make any sense—I know he wants this. It has to be her.
“What the hell are you thinking, Autumn? I’m married, and your boss. Are you crazy?”
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