Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 23, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Kathleen McCluskey

Jake was drawn to the old car at the auction. He knew that it would be the feather in the cap of his car collection. He had vehicles from all over the world and most validated as classics. Watching the auctioneer he immediately put his number out on the car bidding. After a long and heated auction the car was finally his. He sat down in the driver’s seat and was teleported back in time. The auction site was packed with people and nobody noticed him vanishing.
He opened his eyes and he was relieved to see that he was at his estate. The air smelled different, the flowers and landscaping were different. Standing he saw the butler that had raised him. His father vanished when he was a child. George had been dead for many years now and Jake was confused. He was trying to grasp what was going on. He said, “Hello, George.” George didn’t even look up, “Hello, Master Bell.” Jake thought to himself, “Master Bell? That was my father.” He continued into the house. Being taken aback by the sight of his long dead mother sitting in the sunroom, “Hello, dear” he was about to run to her and hug her when he spotted himself in the mirror. He almost crumbled to the ground as he saw his father’s face looking back at him. Gathering himself he went to the window of the sunroom and gazed out onto the lawn. He could see himself as a young boy playing with his cars. Jake stood there staring when the realization came to him. He was his own father. He knew that he had to avoid whatever circumstances made his father disappear out of his life. He wanted nothing more growing up that to have a dad and now was his chance.
He was watching himself as tears came to his eyes. He was turning to tell his mother, now his wife, “I love you” when a strange feeling came over him. He began to sway and awoke in the classic car at the auction. He was sobbing when the auctioneer was instructing the workers to move the car. He wanted so badly to get back to that carefree time in his life.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
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The Long Fall: Book 1: The Inception of Horror

Lucifer always cunning and intelligent challenges father to a battle of wits. Being the angel of light he casts a judgemental eye upon mankind. He begins a war with his fellow archangels and God. Michael, along with his siblings defend their home and mankind from their deranged brother. Broad swords and hand to hand combat drench heaven in blood. The four apocalyptic steeds are released, each having their own destructive power. Betrayal and lust are at biblical levels. Understand the very creation of evil and the consequenses that transpire in the first of THE LONG FALL series.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Scarlett R. Algee @ScarlettRAlgee @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 22, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Scarlett R. Algee

Malory knew the door; had wondered about it for the entirety of her stay at the academy. Impossible not to, the way the other students tended to point at it and whisper. She put a hand to the scarred, pitted surface—it pulsed briefly beneath her palm—and studied the odd lock, ornate and heart-shaped.
So. This was it, then. Her last test. “It’s warm.”
“Astute of you.” Her teacher’s voice was low, gravelly; he bore the badly-healed scar of an old, deep rope burn around his neck. “Don’t touch it.”
She stepped back and tugged her collar, acutely aware of how utterly unarmed she was; even her training weapons had been taken. “What’s in here?”
“Ah, if I told you…” He reached over Malory’s shoulder and began to manipulate the strange locking mechanism. The metal whined. “That wouldn’t be fair, would it?”
He pulled the door open—the hinges were silent—and Malory could just see, in the darkness beyond, the beginning of a descending stair. “What do I have to do?”
“The same as the others,” and he put his hand between her shoulders and shoved.
Malory’s yelp was stolen as she smashed elbows-first into the stone staircase and began to slide. Then the slide became a tumble, her fingernails splintering as she scrabbled for purchase, until her ass hit the floor at the bottom and her breath was pushed out.
“Survive,” her teacher laughed from above, and shut the door.
Malory fumbled to her feet in the darkness, knees unsteady, every part of her angry and aching. She scrubbed her stinging palms on her pants and stepped sideways, into something that rolled around and beneath her boots and almost sent her sprawling again. Scowling, she bent and reached into the drift of offending objects, feeling long segments and rounded edges as she waited for her eyes to adjust.
Then a light snapped on somewhere above, and she saw the floor was strewn with bones.
An intact hand. Phalanges. A brown, shattered tibia. And beside her right foot, what had almost tripped her: a skull, small and crumbling, too small to belong to an adult.
“Survive,” Malory huffed, turning a circle carefully in the shifting mass. Survive what? The initial shock? Did her teacher expect her to collapse down here and shriek herself into madness? She plucked a partial femur from the debris and studied its jagged edge. Not a knife or a dagger, but enough to cut flesh, and with a little heft to it.
“Good enough,” she said to herself; and then, behind her, something moved.
She went still, thinking the bones had shifted, but the noise continued: a wet snort, a shake, the distinct falls of limbs being flexed and tested. A multitude of limbs.
A growl like metal shearing apart in a gale.
Slowly—slowly—she turned around.
Fiction © Copyright Scarlett R. Algee
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from author Scarlett R. Algee:

The Lift: Nine Stories of Transformation, Volume One

The hall is dark and the overhead light flickers. Sounds echo, and there’s a creaking and clanging that gets louder as you stand in the semi-dark. The elevator opens and you’re offered a ride. Step inside and ride it to the story chosen for your transformation. Don’t be afraid, for Victoria, the mysterious girl who operates The Lift, waits to guide you. Set in the same world as the award nominated audio drama, The Lift’s first written anthology features nine all new stories by fan favorite writers and special bonus content by creators Daniel Foytik and Cynthia Lowman. The collection is brought to life with beautiful illustrations by Jeanette Andromeda for each story.

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Naching T. Kassa @NachingKassa @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 22, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Seal and the Avatar
by Naching T. Kassa

Liliana stands at the window. Below, in the courtyard, her lover beckons.
Beyond the courtyard, black smoke rises into the pink sky. A bell clangs in the distance. Someone calls to the living, asking for their dead.
Liliana glances back at the bed, back at the body she once inhabited. Glazed eyes stare at her, the mouth slack, the skin stained red with blood. Her skin has not yet grown cold.
She hurries to the door. 
In the first room, the dancers move across the floor. Their masked faces appear monstrous and grotesque. Prospero is among them. He clasps a woman in obscene embrace. None seem to hear the distant bell.
Outside the stained-glass window, the light from a lit brazier flickers. Sapphire radiance seeps through and a silhouette passes. Liliana follows.
In the second room, dancers dressed in fine silk feast at a long table. They stand in the glow of violet-colored light admitted by a large round casement. Outside, the shadow pauses. It touches the glass and moves on.
The third room, a large ballroom, lies empty.  Crimson light enters through three French doors and floods the space. The unlit chandelier above sparkles scarlet. A figure stands at the center door. Clad in blood-red silk, his cloak a midnight black, Liliana’s lover waits.
Liliana glides over the parquet floor. She stops before the portal, her hand upon the latch. He steps close to the glass, pressing his gloved hands against it.
“My love,” he intones in a hollow voice. “I am too late.”
Liliana opens the door. She throws herself into his cold embrace. 
He holds her tight and when he pulls back, the mask he wears leers. It is a skeletal face, that of an old and decaying corpse. Strange. She finds no horror in it.
“I have failed you,” he whispers.
She shakes her head. The bloodless slash across her throat has rendered her voice useless. He traces it with one finger. 
“He will pay for every drop he’s spilled.”
She clutches at him, but he pulls from her grasp. He strides across the floor and through the doorway.
Liliana hesitates, then hurries to the door. She halts when the screams begin.
Fiction © Copyright Naching T. Kassa
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
 

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As technology takes over more of our lives, what will it mean to be human, and will we fear what we’ve created? What horrors will our technological hubris bring us in the future? Join us as we walk the line between progressive convenience and the nightmares these advancements can breed. From faulty medical nanos and AI gone berserk to ghost-attracting audio-tech and one very ambitious Mow-Bot, we bring you tech horror that will keep you up at night. Will you reach the Kill Switch in time? Edited by Dan Shaurette and Emerian Rich, with authors Chantal Boudreau, Garth von Buchholz, Bill Davidson, Jerry J. Davis, Dana Hammer, Laurel Anne Hill, Naching T. Kassa, Tim O’Neal, H.E. Roulo, Garrett Rowlan, Phillip T. Stephens, and Daphne Strasert.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author A.F. Stewart @scribe77 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 21, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by A.F. Stewart

She smiled at the display of romance: the turquoise silk carelessly throw on the table, the silver serving set, the roses and lilies. She traced her fingertips over the wine decanter and ruffled the flower petals.
He remembered our anniversary tradition.
She moved to a shadowed corner to watch her husband, Jake, as he entered the room. The tilt of his head, the sway of his hips, the half-smile on his lips. She studied him as he poured a glass of wine and gave a toast.
“To Annie, my darling. This is for you, on what would have been our fourth anniversary. I—” His hand shook and the wine spilled on the floor. He dropped the glass and collapsed in a chair. “Why did you have to die? Why are we here?”
Annie moved forward to stand beside him. Her hand brushed his shoulder.
He whispered, “You promised to never leave me. Oh god, oh god, I never imagined…”
She knelt down, her voice murmuring, “I’m still here.”
He answered, “I know.” Jake stared at her, the light moving through her ethereal form. “That’s the problem.”
She wrapped her arms around him. He shivered at her ghostly touch, prickles vacillating down his skin. “Stop fighting. You know you want to be with me. Drink the wine and let it happen. Let the poison take you. Then we can be together again.”
With tears in his eyes and a trembling hand, he poured another glass of wine.
She smiled. “Hurry, darling, I’m waiting…”
Fiction © Copyright A.F. Stewart
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HellsEmpire_CoverHell’s Empire: Tales of the Incursion

A unique anthology of two thrones at war as the forces of Hell assault an unsuspecting Victorian Britain.The cry went out to theologians and engineers, to artificers and antiquarians, to every name which could be named. By telegraph where lines were still intact, and by volunteer riders where they were not; smuggled along the coast in fishing smacks, semaphored from hill-tops. It came without royal sanction, issued jointly by the Lords of the Admiralty and Marquess Lansdowne, the new Secretary of State for War:”In God’s name, help us. We are losing.”

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sonora Taylor @sonorawrites @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 21, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Wash Me
by Sonora Taylor

Kayla froze when she approached her car. A message awaited her, scrawled on the front bumper of her number one beauty: WASH ME.
Kayla frowned as she jerked her car keys out from her coat pocket. The nerve. How dare someone touch her beautiful car with their dirty fingers? How could they rub through years worth of desert dust, garden dirt, and human detritus with a swipe of their hand and a flick of their wrist?
“Hey lady!”
Kayla turned and saw a man walking towards her. He held a grocery bag in one hand and held up the other in a motion to stop her. His hand was filthy.
“You forgot this,” he said as he held up the bag.
His fingertips had smudges of dirt. Dirt that had once been on her car.
“You need help with –” The man’s words curdled behind a yelp as Kayla plunged her keys into the man’s throat.
“Don’t. Touch. My. Car!” Kayla screamed.
The man only replied with bewilderment. He touched his filthy hand to his throat. Blood covered his palms and fingers. Kayla got into her car and sped away. The message on her car blinked like neon in her brain: Wash Me! Wash Me! Wash Me!
Her car didn’t need washing — just the dirty fingers that had smudged it. She’d find them and clean them once and for all.
Fiction © Copyright Sonora Taylor
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Is it a knock on the door, or a gust of wind? A trick of the light, or someone who’ll see what you’ve done?

“Little Paranoias: Stories” features twenty tales of the little things that drive our deepest fears. It tells the stories of terror and sorrow, lust at the end of the world and death as an unwanted second chance. It dives into the darkest corners of the minds of men, women, and children. It wanders into the forest and touches every corner of the capital. Everyone has something to fear — but after all, it’s those little paranoias that drive our day-to-day.

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Marge Simon @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 20, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Schoolhouse Door
by Marge Simon

Has a big brass latch;
a feathery trail of scratches
mark its passage.
Outside we could hear them pecking rata-tat-tat on the window. Louder and louder it got. I kept my eyes on Sarah. She was whispering to Miss Hayworth, rubbing her back. We were all getting pretty antsy by now. Sarah brought her a glass of water. Miss Hayworth took a sip and wiped her eyes with a tissue. She stood and cleared her throat.
“Time to go home, children. Line up. Don’t rush. We will take our time walking to the road. Your parents will be there to pick you up. Today it’s early dismissal.” She pauses and tries to smile. “Today is a very good day!”
Bobby Joe was at the back of the line by the window. He swiped open the curtains. The sky was full of a million birds. There were so many, you couldn’t see the sun anymore. It was like midnight outside.
Her hand trembles
as the catch clicks,
the door swings wide.
Fiction © Copyright Marge Simon
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The Demeter Diaries
by Marge Simon and‎ Bryan D. Dietrich

‘The Demeter Diaries’ is a record of love and longing and the inevitable horror that arises between the minds of Mina Harker and Vlad Dracula as they court one another in waking dreams. The dialogue, written in both poetry and prose, imagines a psychic connection that develops between the two even before Dracula arrives in England. As Dracula makes his way from Transylvania to Whitby on the doomed ship Demeter, the two would-be lovers transmit their thoughts across the waves and lands that separate them, alternately wooing and terrifying one another with the idea of love eternal and all the dark delicacies necessary to ensure it. Front cover art by Wendy Saber Core, interior illustrations by Luke Spooner.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Rie Sheridan Rose @RieSheridanRose @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 20, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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‘Til Death Do Us Part
by Rie Sheridan Rose
It was supposed to be my wedding day. We had hired a grand ballroom for the reception—floor-to-ceiling windows; a cut-glass chandelier; a view to die for—everything perfect.
The night before the wedding, Jimmy said he wasn’t feeling well, and went to bed early so that he could rest. I didn’t think much of it. He’s always been so sensitive. I thought he might just want to be alone one last time—before we were together for life.
I didn’t sleep much myself. Nerves, I guess. I don’t know.
I got up as soon as I could get away with and looked at my dress for an hour. It was so beautiful. Then I slipped into sweats and went to check on Jimmy—not to see him, of course, that would be bad luck—but to check if he felt better.
A squad of med-techs in hazmat gear were coming out of his room with a body bag.
I couldn’t breathe.
Then I turned and ran. Ran back to my room, with the divine dress spread out across a chair. My face was wet with tears as I struggled into it alone.
I couldn’t reach all the buttons up the back, but it didn’t matter. Life without Jimmy would be no life. It was my wedding day.
Running up the hotel stairs to the ballroom left me out of breath and shaking, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to let him get away on a technicality. I opened the window at the end of the ballroom and hurled myself out of it to the flagstones far below.
‘Til death do us part…can’t apply if we’re both dead, now can it?
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
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Skellyman

“I have always preferred the supernatural in tales of horror, the knot between life and death. Rie Sheridan Rose’s Skellyman is cool and creepy. Her first horror novel is a chilling read.” — Charlee Jacob – Stoker winner, Best novel, “Dread in the Beast”

Brenda Barnett is trying to cope with raising her four-year-old daughter all alone after an accident tore her family in half. As she and Daisy go for a much-needed treat, the little girl spots a Skellyman on the corner.

This pivotal encounter leads to a wave of mounting terror as Brenda’s life begins to come undone around her. Who is the Skellyman? Why does he keep appearing? Can the sympathetic policeman Brenda turns to stop the madness before it is too late?

And why does Daisy insist that her dead brother is trying to tell them something important?

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Asena Lourenco @ElaLourenco @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 2, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Asena Lourenco

Helplessly she floated in the air,
Her eyes no longer blinking,
With a glassy touch they formed a tear,
Her mind at rest from thinking,
Her glossy hair fell down in small waves,
Not daring to touch the ground,
Frozen in time was only she,
Her lips no longer creating sound,
No longer shall they torment us,
The last one to fall from their spell,
As they banish the ones of green,
To their very own Hell,
They shall wield their magicks no more,
Extracted and locked away,
They shall harm not one more soul,
Until the destined day.
Fiction © Copyright Asena Lourenco
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Asena Lourenco is 12 years old. She loves reading, playing Scottish traditional fiddle music on her violin, dancing, and martial arts as well as writing her own stories.

She would like to be a teacher and writer when she grows up. She also loves cats and babies!

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Stacey Turner @Spot_Speaks @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 2, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Bargain
by Stacey Turner

She summoned him in the forest, where she knew her power was at its peak. She held the glass orb, glowing with unearthly light, and spoke the words of a forgotten language—old even before time had begun. Focusing on her intent, she put every ounce of her ability into the summoning, then collapsed to the forest floor, pine needles making a prickly cushion. She laid panting, ears tuned to the slightest sound.
First, a grey fog began to form, shrouding the trees standing sentry around her clearing. Then the mist moved forward, as though it were a tongue, tasting the air, searching for salt. It licked the borders of her circle, flinched back, and then proceeded to form into a vague shape. A shape which solidified into a man. The beauty of his features struck her. Shouldn’t a demon appear grotesque? This form was entirely too desirable. But any flames of lust were dowsed at his words.
“You dare to summon me to your bidding, Witch? I am not a lesser devil, called to wait upon those who walk the Earth.” His voice was deep and raspy, but unmistakably cold.
Petra cocked an eyebrow. “Yet, here you are.”
He hissed. “You are bold, temptress. I may have answered your summons, if only to see what so presumptuous a creature might look like, but that does not mean I’ll carry out your command.”
“You find me tempting?” Petra laughed softly, huskily. “Do not think of this as a command, think of it as a request.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. Pretty sorceresses are common. Intelligent ones, however, are rare. And I will think on any transaction we might conduct as a bargain. My assistance, once given, is never free. I hope you are prepared to pay.”
“As you wish, Demon. Let’s get down to haggling then. I want eternal life for myself and my father.”
“I never haggle.” He grinned, and Petra shivered—icy tendrils racing down her spine. Fear was an emotion she had rarely felt and completely detested. It made her peevish. She squared her shoulders.
“Fine, name your price.”
He chuckled. “So brave for one so young. Or maybe naïve. It matters not. My price for immortality is a soul. Twice the immortality, twice the souls.”
“And how do you plan to collect if we never die?” Petra rolled her eyes.
“There is no such thing as true immortality, my sweet. Nature will not allow such. There are laws. And if I’m especially lucky, there are loopholes. I’m rather fond of testing my wits against my petitioners.” He shrugged. “Take the offer or don’t.”
“How can I make a decision if I don’t know what the rules are?”
“You should have studied harder, Enchantress.”
His casual nonchalance infuriated Petra, and she stamped her foot like a spoiled child. He laughed, a grin splitting his face wide open.
“This is going to be fun. I do hope you’ll take me up on my offer.”
“Fine,” Petra said. She stared straight into his glowing green eyes. “We’ll see who has the last laugh.”
“Indeed we will.” He waved his hand, scaring off a murder of crows which had been perched in the tree above his head. Their cawing became a cacophony as Petra’s body floated up from the ground, spinning slowly in a circle. Her stomach lurched at the sensation. She’d barely regained the ground, when she glanced back to where he’d stood. He was gone, leaving behind only the stench of Sulphur and the mocking echo of his laughter.
Fiction © Copyright Stacey Turner
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Finding Fiona: A Pine Haven Novel

What happens when a witch has no idea she’s a witch?

Mayhem, that’s what. When Paranormal Bureau of Investigation (PBI) agents Kyle Gibson, Cian O’Malley, and Larry De Groot, travel to a small Midwestern town to neutralize a rogue paranormal, they don’t expect to find an untutored witch unaware of her legacy of power.

Fiona MacDougal has never felt like she belonged to her oh-so-perfect family. She’s a klutzy, curly-haired, mess who always seems to have the strangest accidents. But when she meets the members of the PBI and learns she’s a witch, she’ll have to decide between fitting in with the normal world or embracing the paranormal possibilities. Can she survive the danger and heartbreak her choices create?

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lisa Lane @LeighMLane @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 1, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Spark
by Lisa Lane
The traveler watched with closed eyes—seeing, seeking—but still, nothing made any more sense than it had before. She’d spent so much of her life searching for it, but the answer had always hovered just beyond her reach: She’d searched for the light with her eyes, allowing the darkness to blind her instead. She’d looked outside herself, but in the process, she’d neglecting one vital piece in her pursuit. How many souls had slipped into that same abyss before her, only never to return?
How many times had she entertained its false promises, almost lost forever to a lie? Would the truth she sought always be buried under so much baggage?
Then she heard the song—one about dichotomy and balance and goodness and evil. Its echoes told of a world divided, a story about love and hate, one with infinite players, all struggling and fighting for their right to cling to a brief moment of it all, a speck of existence to call their own, however fleeting and small.
She saw that it had happened before, every moment of it, and it would happen again. It was the perception, the moment, that made it real. The song remained unchanged. It played without pause, eternal. It was the spark that brought her into being, and it was the darkness that would swallow her in the end.
She saw both, falling outside of time and space for one infinite second.
One defining moment that would change everything.
Fiction © Copyright Lisa Lane
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lisalane_janethehippievampireJane the Hippie Vampire, Volume 1: Revival

This four-part collection includes the first three novellas to the dark, dramatic horror series, Jane the Hippie Vampire, as well as an exclusive novelette:

Love Beads: Jane crosses paths with a middle-aged man who’s encountered her kind before–but he seems happy just to have the company. Of course, appearances can be deceiving, and his secret might just prove to be the end of her.

Flashbacks: Jane must face demons from her past when she encounters a long-lost friend and a homeless Vietnam veteran with lingering demons of his own.

Hair: Jane goes south for the winter, hoping to find reprieve in the forests of the Blue Ridge Mountains. A supernatural stalker of the shape-shifting variety has different plans, however. Will her new-found ally–a park ranger with a painful secret–be enough to help her avoid a fate worse than undeath?

Flower Power: Jane teams up with an astral traveler in order to banish a dreamwalker from her past–and in the process, she must confront her greatest nightmare.

About the series: Jane has had one hell of a time ever since she happened upon the wrong guy during the Summer of Love, but she’s taken it all in stride. Wandering from town to town, she seeks out the needy and the broken in hopes of breaking the curse that’s left her bloodthirsty and forever seventeen.

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