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New Release: Clockwork Wonderland

HorrorAddicts.net Press presents…Clockwork Wonderland.

Clockwork Wonderland contains stories from authors that see Wonderland as a place of horror where anything can happen and time runs amok. In this book you’ll find tales of murderous clockworks, insane creations, serial killers, zombies, and a blood thirsty jabberclocky. Prepare to see Wonderland as a place where all your worst nightmares come true. You may never look at classic children’s literature the same way again.

Edited by Emerian Rich
Cover by Carmen Masloski
Featuring authors:

Trinity Adler
Ezra Barany
Jaap Boekestein
Dustin Coffman
Stephanie Ellis
Jonathan Fortin
Laurel Anne Hill
N. McGuire
Jeremy Megargee
James Pyne
Michele Roger
H.E. Roulo
Sumiko Saulson
K.L. Wallis

With Foreword by David Watson

 

URL: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1544785518

 

Excerpt from:
Midnight Dance

by Emerian Rich

Mr. March held his fireplace poker at the ready as he peeked into his kitchen. His good mate, Mr. White, had entered his house and seemed to be rummaging for food, but it wasn’t the White he knew from the club. White was generally a very congenial guy. A bit high-strung, but always courteous of others and definitely mindful of the inappropriateness of breaking into another’s home at quarter after midnight.

“Mustn’t give no quarter. Alms grrr…and a slab ‘a meat, yesssss…”

Pushing the kitchen door open another inch, March inspected his friend as he rambled an incoherent string of garbled words together. Perhaps his diabetes had taken a turn for the worst and he had low blood sugar? Still, the White he knew, would have at least rung the bell and requested entry instead of smashing the window and leaving the front door wide open.

White sniffed the air like a curious rabbit. His portly frame jittered in his food-stained plaid pajamas. His houndstooth wool slippers swam in orange juice pooled at his feet. White’s head snapped to the side and he stared directly at March, but didn’t seem to see him in the darkness. March held his breath despite his urge to gasp. White’s normally brown eyes gleamed red in the fridge light.

The grandfather clock in the drawing room bonged at the half-hour and White shuffled out of the kitchen, March following stealthily behind. White stared up at the clock, drool saturating his mouth. The second hand clicked just past the seven.

For a moment, White seemed himself again. His expression jovial as he clasped his hands behind him, rocking serenely back on his heels.

“White? You all right, old man?” March inched closer, hiding the poker by his side.

White turned to March, for a moment his old friend, but White’s lip pulled back in a snarl, displaying jagged teeth. He launched at March, causing them both to land in a heap on the floor.

“Meat and flesh, flesh and bone. Grrrr…” White growled like the Queen’s pup who’d contracted rabies.

“Stop! Get off me!” March struggled against White’s force, holding the fire poker between them as the only barrier.

White snapped his pointy teeth just inches from March’s face, slobber dripping onto his cheek.

“No, stop!”

White moved closer, his weight smothering March so he could barely breathe. From the open door to his right, March heard a scream. Out in the street, a royal guard attacked his neighbor, the Duchess, but March could do nothing to help. Turning back to face the maniac on top of him, March stared into the fiend’s red eyes. They seemed to glow and in the pupils there was some sort of design. A clock face? White salivated, the loud clamp of his jaw snapping as he tried to get ever closer.

White lunged, his massive belly pushing the air right out of March’s lungs. March gasped as his vision grew dark.

Footsteps, a clunk, and then White’s head falling lax to his neck allowed March the chance to use the last of his energy to push the maniac off him.

“March, chap, you all right?”

Gasping for air, March managed to sit up. He blinked and squinted in the dim light, seeing the unmistakable top-hatted silhouette of his good friend, Mr. Hatter. The lanky bloke offered a hand and March grasped it gladly.

“Hatter. My, you are a sight for sore eyes.” March wiped White’s saliva off his cheek with his paisley handkerchief. White’s still body lay in a dark stain growing darker on the rug.

“Pity about your rug, old friend.”

A scream in the street called their attention away from the soiled rug.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” March asked, retrieving his fireplace poker and cleaning it off as well.

“I’ll explain on the way,” Hatter said.

“On the way where?”

“The clock tower. Come on.”

March followed Hatter out of his house and shut the door behind him, although he didn’t think it much mattered. The neighborhood was in chaos and he wasn’t quite sure he’d survive to return. Pity about the strawberry trifle in the fridge. He’d worked hard on those perfect white and red layers for the picnic the next day in the park, but it seemed festivities would be cancelled. After all, the Duchess was hosting and her head rolled by in the gutter as he hopped over it.

Screams and snarls came from every direction as they sprinted to the clock tower situated in the center of town. He glimpsed friends he’d known for years, but they were alien to him in the zombie horde.

“Seems the clock infected some and the bitten become like them,” Hatter explained in hushed tones. His eyes swept the landscape as they made their way through town. “I don’t understand how it works exactly, but the clock must be stopped. Problem is, nothing—absolutely nothing—has worked. Every night it happens again and I can’t seem to stop it.”

“What do you mean every night? How long has this been happening and how come you are just now telling me?” They stood back to back as Hatter picked the clock tower lock and March stood guard. Snarls came from the darkness and March’s hands ached from gripping the blasted poker so tightly.

“You won’t believe me, chap, but this night has played out more than three dozen times.”

The ground shook and the wind picked up, tossing leaves into the air like confetti.

“What was that?”

“Earthquake. I think the clock caused that too, but I can’t be sure.” The lock clicked and Hatter escorted him inside. “Some nights I save you, some nights I’m too late. But I need your help. We have to jam the clock some way so that it can’t do this again.”

March stared into Hatter’s blood-shot, weary eyes and knew he told the truth.

“Show me how.”

Hatter led him down the corridor to the stairs and up four flights.

“How do you know the clock is responsible?” March asked between gasps. He was not used to so much physical exertion. Those cigars at the club were really taking a toll on his health. He’d have to cut back to once a week.

“I’ve traced it to the clock maker. He’s the only one infected after the clock strikes twelve. The earthquakes emanate from this location directly after.”

“And you’re the only one reliving this nightmare?”

“Yes, and then you ask me why I’m the only one. I don’t know why I’m immune. I just know the burden falls to me to stop it.”

The ground shook again and the clock tower creaked under the force. Hatter checked his pocket watch.

“Hurry, we’ve not much time. It’s 12:49 and at one o’clock it resets. Use your poker to jam that gear over there and I’ll try to damage this one.”

March stuck his fire poker in between two large metal gears and watched with amazement as they ate the thin metal up. Black cast iron trickled into the workings and fell to the floor like pieces of silverware from a dropped drawer.

“No!” Hatter yelled as his sword found the same fate. “Hell and damnation!” He grabbed a pipe on the wall and tugged until it gave way. The pipe spewed a fog of steam but it was short lived. Hatter banged on the gears, trying to harm them and March grabbed another pipe, doing the same. They fed the thin copper through the gears, hoping to stop them or break the mechanism, but they too were chewed up by the large mechanical monster.

“Damn!” Hatter kicked the gears causing no harm but to himself. He fell to the floor defeated, clutching his ankle. “How can we jam the gears if nothing can destroy this blasted thing?”

“Jam…” March crouched next to Hatter, his mind turning like the clock gears above them as he thought of how to stop the machine. “You might have something there. What if you’re going about this the wrong way? What if we made something sticky to muck up the works rather than trying to stop the gears themselves? Perhaps my mother’s jam…with a few minor adjust—” March’s face froze.

“What kind of adjustments? March! Please! No!” Hatter shook him, but he could not respond.

The clock bonged one o-clock.

To read the full story and more Clock-inspired, Alice Horror, check out Clockwork Wonderland.

My First Story: Michele Roger

My First Story
with author Michele Roger

Age first started writing: 9
Location of first writing:  For this story, I was 11 and a 5th grade student living in a small, Detroit suburb called Waterford.  The space program was booming with it’s shuttle program.  I started a babysitting job, saving every penny with the hopes of attending the brand new Space Camp hosted by NASA.

Atmosphere:

National Geographic “World” Magazine was buzzing about NASA’s new Space camp for kids.  There was talk that a “real” person, maybe a teacher would join one of the shuttle missions.  I began to dream that some day, that “real” person could be me.

My first story/Basic plot:

“X-Orbis 2” was about a girl who played the piano and wanted to go into space.  She and her trusty piano jumped into a space shuttle called the X Orbis 2 and headed for a newly discovered planet.  Her mission: play a rock concert so awesome, the aliens couldn’t wait to meet all of the inhabitants of earth. They came back to earth with her and played the first Alien/Earthling Fusion Rock concert.  As a rockin’ musical ambassador, she also recorded everything she saw on her trip.

 

The opening to the story read,   “X-Orbis 2,

has a very nice view.

And as we go higher,

the sky is more blue.

The land and the lakes,

look so very far.

But above me, a sea of dazzling stars.”

What did you think of the story then? 

My teacher had assigned us to write a story about what our life might be like when we grew up.  At the time, I thought I was just completing an assignment.  When I got my paper back, it had no grade.  Instead, in read lettering were the words, “Please see me.”  My heart leapt into my throat.

When I went to see the teacher, she wrote something on a piece of paper, folded it over and told me to take my story and the hand written not to the principal.  I nearly cried but was too afraid to ask why.

It was a long walk to the principal’s office.  What had I written that was so wrong?  I was a good student.  Couldn’t they let me off with a warning?

When I arrived, Sister John Marie (the secretary nun who took the name of John the Baptist) motioned for me to go in.  As I passed through the corridor, the paddle that the principal used on delinquents shined in the sun, reflecting my worried look back to me as it hung on the wall.

I handed the paper and note as instructed and sat down in front of her giant desk in silence.  I watched her eyes move back and forth, left to right as she read my story.  She looked at me without smiling.  Miss Hanrahan never smiled.  Part of me wondered if she knew how.

Picking up the telephone, I heard her ask for the priest.  My eyes filled with tears and I fought the urge to throw up.  It was beyond serious if Father Belzack was being called in.  I was surely going to be expelled.  My parents would be called.  Thinking of my father arriving in his police cruiser made the glimmering paddle look pretty good all of a sudden.

Father arrived, whistling as he walked in the office.  “So, where is my star reporter from the future?”

At that moment, a miracle happened.  Miss Hanrahan smiled.  Father Belzack plopped down in the chair next to mine.  “All your teachers have read this and say it’s the best story they’ve had come of the middle grades in years.  With your permission, we would like to publish it in the church bulletin?!”

A week later, shaking hands with familiar school mates as well as parishioners I didn’t know, I smiled and thanked people for their “congrats!” and “well done!” compliments.  While my story had just started out as another assignment for school, in that moment, I wondered if some day, I might become a real author.

What do you think of the story now? 

I love the idea of the story and how it was told in rhyme.  I still have high hopes to see an intergalactic rock concert in my lifetime.  While I’m not a piano playing planetary diplomat, I did become a professional harpist and an author.

How did the story help you on the road to writing? 

Being recognized by my school and community for my writing planted a seed that eventually grew into a side career.

Current work: 

Eternal Kingdom: A Vampire Story is about a life-size game of chess played by two masters; one a human child prodigy, the other, the oldest living vampire.  The pieces are real life humans versus vampires in a death match played out before an audience of elites from around the world.


Michele Roger is the author of novels, “The Conservatory” and “Eternal Kingdom: A Vampire Story”.  She has also had her short stories published in several anthologies both in the United States as well as the UK.  She is the founder and moderator for the women’s speculative writing group, “Wicked Women Writers.”

Next time, you’ll hear from author Suzanne Madron.

Clockwork Wonderland Blog Tour and Events

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Interested in Alice? Clockwork? Wonderland? Horror?
Join us as we tour the web and host live events.
Clockwork Wonderland!
Read the excerpts and get a taste of what you will find in our book.
Come listen to our authors read at events.
Join us as we geek out Alice-style.

MAY CLOCKWORK WONDERLAND BLOG TOUR & EVENTS
3 Announce SL 7th party
https://www.facebook.com/events/1899004233704987
4 “A Room for Alice” sneak peek at
unsaintlybook.wordpress.com
5 “Midnight Dance” sneak peek at
emzbox.com
6 Facebook Party Announcement!
https://www.facebook.com/events/192598181259759
7 SL Party 1pm
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7 “The Note” sneak peek at
https://adelisemcullens.wordpress.com/
8 “Foreword” sneak peek at
theallnightlibrary.wordpress.com
9 “Riddle” sneak peek at Julianne
https://theflipsideofjulianne.wordpress.com
10 Guest Blog at HorrorAddicts.net CW author Michele Roger
11 “Gone a’Hunting” sneak peek at
laurelannehill.com
11 Clockwork Wonderland sneak peek at
https://ninadarc.wordpress.com/
12 “Frayed Ears” sneak peek at
http://www.fracturedhorizonnovel.com
13 Facebook Party!
https://www.facebook.com/events/192598181259759
13 “Tick Tock” sneak peek at
http://www.virtualwriters.org
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HorrorAddicts.net Press presents…Clockwork Wonderland.

HorrorAddicts.net

HorrorAddicts.net Press presents…Clockwork Wonderland.

Clockwork Wonderland contains stories from authors that see Wonderland as a place of horror where anything can happen and time runs amok. In this book you’ll find tales of murderous clockworks, insane creations, serial killers, zombies, and a blood thirsty jabberclocky. Prepare to see Wonderland as a place where all your worst nightmares come true. You may never look at classic children’s literature the same way again.

Edited by Emerian Rich
Cover by Carmen Masloski
Featuring authors:

Trinity Adler
Ezra Barany
Jaap Boekestein
Dustin Coffman
Stephanie Ellis
Jonathan Fortin
Laurel Anne Hill
N. McGuire
Jeremy Megargee
James Pyne
Michele Roger
H.E. Roulo
Sumiko Saulson
K.L. Wallis

With Foreword by David Watson

Hatter’s Warning by Emerian Rich

Starting off with a poem from the Mad Hatter who warns us, our time is running out and Alice the queen of Wonderland is after our heads and…

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My First Story: C. Le Mroch

My First Story
with author Courtney Lynn Mroch
aka C. Le Mroch

Age first started writing: 6 or 7
Location of first writing: Denver, CO; child living at home

Atmosphere:

Nothing special that I remember.

My first story/Basic plot:

My first story was apocalyptic in nature, even though back then I of course had no idea of the genre. (Was it even a genre back then?) Two people were left on Earth. They started a new family. Somehow mushrooms were involved. (Likely they killed everyone, because back then I hated mushrooms and gagged even just being in the same vicinity as one.)

What did you think of the story then? 

I thought it was great…until I read it to my mom. Harshest critic in the world. Also my first editor. She explained why the couple could not have 99 babies in two months. (Without even explaining the birds and the bees.)

What do you think of the story now? 

Gotta start somewhere…

How did the story help you on the road to writing? 

It’s always haunted me. Even though I was just a kid and didn’t know about the birds and bees, my mom’s stinging criticism (she was not the gentlest person) ignited a hunger to always do better. It also made me super aware to be critical of the facts in my work and make sure they’re right.

Current work: 

Title: Shadow People and Cursed Objects: 13 Tales of Terror Based on True Stories…or are they?

From the creator of Haunt Jaunts, a travel site for restless spirits, comes a unique anthology where reader participation is encouraged. Inside this book awaits a baker’s dozen of tantalizing tales of terror based on true stories…or are they? You, Dear Reader, will be the judge. See if you can tell what is based on fact or pure imagination. All is revealed in the Truth or Fiction section. But no fair peeking. It’s bad luck to look ahead. With a book filled with accounts of ghosts and cursed objects, you don’t really want to take your chances, do you? Includes stories by: Carl Barker, Alice J. Black, Barry Charman, Evan Dicken, Sean Ealy, Keith Karabin, S. Mickey Lin, C. Le Mroch, Emerian Rich, Ken Teutsch

Courtney Lynn Mroch is the Ambassador of Dark and Paranormal Tourism for Haunt Jaunts, a travel site and radio show for restless spirits. Her novels include Beneath the Morvan Moon and The Ghost of Laurie Floyd. In addition to her fiction, she’s a four-time contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul publications. She also writes horror as C. Le Mroch. Under that nom de plume she’s published The Shadow Stalker and edited an anthology called Shadow People and Cursed Objects: 13 Tales of Terror Based on True Stories…or are they?

Next time, you’ll hear from author Michele Roger.

My First Story: AR Neal

My First Story
with author  AR Neal

Age first started writing: Elementary school, about 6 or 7
Location of first writing: Child living at home with parents (South Jersey).

Atmosphere:

As a child of the late 60s, I was fascinated early on by rockets, the aftermath of the space race, and as such I read tons of Bradbury; his story collections like R is for Rocket, S is for Space, The Golden Apples of the Sun, and others were fuel.

My first story/Basic plot:

It was about a space toaster – even if I could remember more, would I want to tell it now? 😊

What did you think of the story then? 

I was very excited about my story. Our local electric company was running a contest – the winning stories were to be published in the company newsletter and there were prizes to be offered, including savings bonds and other giveaways from a local partner bank. I received an honorable mention so my story was printed in the newsletter and I got a little bag of bank-branded goodies. Oh, and there was cake, which is usually a greater prize than cash for a little person.

What do you think of the story now? 

I’d love to find it and read it! I suspect I’d laugh but would then be impressed at the wild concept that the young me had developed.

How did the story help you on the road to writing? 

I remain devoted to speculative fiction, so it was a foundation that gave me hope. I didn’t write for many years because life got in the way. I don’t write as often as I’d like because life still gets in the way. But since then, I have self-published as well as gotten picked up by three different publishers for books that fit three different genres.

Current work: 

Life in the Floating City uses the songs of musician/producer Thomas Dolby’s 2011 studio album Map of the Floating City as a framework for the story of Anderson Brown, husband, friend, and attorney, who lives on the Floating City, a place that serves as a pit stop on the edge of the Sombrero Galaxy for interstellar explorers, transport ships, and leisure travelers.

Anderson and his wife, Caroline (who is having an affair with Anderson’s best friend, Herbert) take an airship trip, during which there is an accident and Caroline is lost. Upon his return to the Floating City, Anderson must face legal proceedings and questions – there are suspicions that he did not do all he could to ensure Caroline’s safety, particularly in light of her sizeable estate. Herbert does what he can to help Anderson move forward, which includes taking him to meet an eccentric pair of scientists who synthesize a hallucinogenic drug from a certain breed of frog. During the trip, Anderson meets Simone, who becomes the love of his life. However, all is not as it seems and before long, Anderson loses everything and learns that those he thought he knew had much darker motives than he could ever imagine.

Andreé Robinson-Neal got bit by the writing bug back in the late 1970s while watching Rod Serling and reading Ray Bradbury; although she has worked in education for more than a quarter-century, she has never been cured of her penchant for speculative fiction. Find some of her flash fiction www.starvingartist.com and her professional portfolio at http://drarneal.org. She writes under the name AR Neal and reads more than she sleeps.


Next time, you’ll hear from author Courtney Mroch.

My First Story: J. Malcolm Stewart

My First Story
with author  J. Malcolm Stewart

Age first started writing: 7
Location of first writing: The story was for a 4th grade composition competition at Valle Vista Elementary School in San Jose, CA  in which we could write whatever topic we wanted. So, I wrote a ghost story called “The Old Man” (yes, ageist I know) about an octogenarian ghost that terrorizes two small boys who suspiciously resembled my brother and myself.

Atmosphere:

The story was inspired by a game that we used to play, amazingly called “The Old Man” where we would pretend the aforementioned ghost was coming up the stairs to hunt us down… What the significance of his age? No clue… All the older people I knew at the time were perfectly nice people. Somehow, being an older ghost was scarier than if he had been a peer…. I guess… Who knows really any more? That was a lot of brain cell ago!

My first story/Basic plot:

The two brothers are home alone when the heavy footsteps of the Old Man are heard on the stairs. The pair promptly covers themselves under the sheets of their individual bunks in a vain attempt to hide themselves from their elderly tormentor. Hilarity ensures.

What did you think of the story then? 

It was certainly the scariest story ever written! It had tears…. It had laughs… It was better than “Cats…”

What do you think of the story now? 

The greatest compliment I could pay the story now is probably 70% of the words I used, I spelled correctly.

How did the story help you on the road to writing? 

Rejection training! I was 100% sure it was the scariest, most captivating story yet written. I was waiting for my offers when one of my classmates won for a story about her cat and her garden. In fairness, her descriptive phrasing really gave me a tangible impression of her cat, Fluffy and all those carrots she used to eat. (My classmate not the cat…I think.)

Current work: 

Look Back in Horror: A Personal History of Horror Film is an intimate look at the impact of the genre’s films in the life of suspense author, J. Malcolm Stewart. Part memoir, part retrospective and part love-letter, Look Back in Horror celebrates the films, actors and directors that made horror history. From the Golden Age of Hollywood, to the Hammer Films Revival of the 60’s to the New-School Horror movies of today, Look Back in Horror relives the cinema moments that shaped our lives and warped our brains.


J. Malcolm Stewart is an author, journalist and media professional who lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. His short fiction has appeared in the Pulp Empire Series, Heroes of Mars, Twisted Tales, Temptation Magazine as well as on the Smoke and Mirrors podcast. His novel-length thriller The Eyes of the Stars can be found at Double-Dragon-ebooks.com in ebook and paperback. His short story collection The Last Words of Robert Johnson and Other Tales is also available now on Amazon.com along with his non-fiction collection of horror film essays , Look Back in Horror: A Personal History of Horror Film.

Next time, you’ll hear from author AR Neal.

My First Story: Martha J Allard

My First Story
with author Martha J Allard

Age first started writing: Late 20’s
Location of first writing: I live in Flint, Michigan with three cats and three roommates. We have an old house that has no heat on the top floor.

Atmosphere:

I was living in L.A., and mostly not enjoying it. It turned out to be nothing like the movies.  My roommate and best friend told me the story of Errol Flynn’s grave up in Forrest Lawn. My friend said that they buried Flynn with a case of scotch. He said that he’d like to drink that scotch with Flynn.

My first story/Basic plot:

It’s called End of an Era. Brian, a young film maker arrives in Hollywood just in time to live through the “big one;” an earthquake that flattens the city. He makes his way to the cemetery Queen of Angels   grave of Roger Peregrine, an old Hollywood legend and my stand in for Errol Flynn. The grave is open, the scotch is there, and so, impossibly, is Roger. Brian discovers that Roger didn’t, in fact die. He’s been fading slowly, like his old films, rotting in their cans. He tells Brian as he is reduced a yellowing flickering image. He tells Brian that this is all that Hollywood ever was, just images that fade if nobody remembers them.

What did you think of the story then? 

I was so surprised to have actually finished it. I secretly loved it.

What do you think of the story now? 

I still love the story. It reminds me of all the good thing about L.A. Elements of it show up in other thing I write. The main characters in the novel I have out now sit in the cemetery that stands in for the real Forrest Lawn. They drink, sitting at the same grave that Roger chooses. Errol Flynn also makes an appearance in Black Light, mostly because of End of an Era. It was the first piece of the world that most of my stories take place in now.
I think I’m still fond of it because it makes me think of all the good things about L.A. that I remember, and also of my friend that inspired it.

How did the story help you on the road to writing? 

Well, I got to write an ending. And also it was one of the stories that got me into the Clarion Writers Workshop, which taught me how to sustain my writing.

Current work: 

Black Light: Los Angeles, 1983. Trace Dellon knows exactly what he wants: the white heat of the spotlight. When his band Black Light is offered a record deal, Trace grabs for it. He will do anything to make it. Bass player Asia Heyes knows what he wants, too. It’s not fame or the adoration of groupies. It’s Trace. It’s always been Trace. Though it’s been unspoken between them, Trace’s other lovers—his audience—push Asia aside. With the record contract, Albrecht Christian comes into their lives. He has everything but what he needs to live: the energy that runs just under Trace’s skin. When everything crashes with a bullet, they all learn the truth. Rock and roll, like magic, requires both love and sacrifice.

Martha J. Allard is a writer of contemporary and dark fantasy. Her short fiction has appeared in magazines like “Talebones” and “Not One of Us.” Her story “Dust” won an honorable mention in “The Year’s Best Science Fiction,” 19th edition, edited by Gardner Dozois. Her story “Phase” was nominated for a British Science Fiction Award. They are both collected in the chapbook “Dust and Other Stories.” Her first novel, Black Light is out now. You can find her on her blog at marthajallard.blogspot.com.

Next time, you’ll hear from author J. Malcolm Stewart.

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My First Story: Ann Kate Suton

My First Story
with author Ann Kate Suton

Age first started writing: Twenties
Location of first writing: Happily married to the Prince of Dorkness and living in sunny South Carolina

Atmosphere:

I’ve always wondered what made me write that story. Too many TV police crime dramas?

My first story/Basic plot:

A woman discovers that her husband is cheating on her so she poisons him and frames the girlfriend for the murder.

What did you think of the story then? 

Strange.

What do you think of the story now? 

Still strange.

How did the story help you on the road to writing? 

Turned me to tech writing. Figured I’d be better off sticking to the facts than to my strange imagination.


Current work: 
Desperate Hearts: In this “what if?” variation of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet find true love in a story that starts off with our dear couple happy and hopeful.Until, that is, two villains – each for their own reason – launch a plot to separate them.Darcy is broken-hearted and sure he has lost Elizabeth, but things are not always as they seem. It is up to Darcy’s loyal cousins to unravel the mystery and reunite our dear couple.

As they do, a long-hidden family secret is revealed to explain why Elizabeth is her mother’s least-favoured child.


Ex-New Yorker now living in sunny South Carolina with husband and a houseful of critters. A former writer and editor of computer training manuals and courseware, this is the author’s first published work of fiction. Gardening, vegan cookery, all aspects of tea, Sherlock Holmes, and Jane Austen are amongst the author’s favourite things.

Next time, you’ll hear from author Martha J Allard.