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America, land of the free, land of the brave, land of nightmares? A group
of
female authors come together in this collection of creepy tales and
psychological horror stories to bring you chills and disturbing
images that won’t leave you long after you’re done reading. From
zombies to rural small towns, to the foggy New England to the glamour
of Hollywood, each story focuses on a diverse aspect of living in
America and the horror found in bullying, being the “new girl,”
starting your first job, and navigating the murky waters of
adolescence and all the terrifying changes that come with it. Bold
and haunting, My American Nightmare encompasses daring stories from
new voices in the horror genre. This collection will unsettle your
nerves and linger in your mind, demonstrating that women can show you
a nuance of horror that isn’t always evident from the male perspective.

Dare to take a walk on the dark side.

Angela Sylvaine – The Ballad of Sorrow and Lila

Amelia Kibbie – We Kill The Skullman

R. A. Goli – Mr. Buttons’ Tea Party

Jamie Kahn – The Poison & The Ivy

Rachel Bolton- The Girl & The Yellow Wallpaper

Hillary Lyon – Boys’ Night Out

Nicky Peacock – She Looked Like Krystal Sparkle

Spinster Eskie – Angie’s Change

Sheri Kreitner – The Pickman Sisters of Salem

Sierra Ryan – Volunteer

Kara Nelson – The Eye

E.F. Schraeder – Night Moves

Andrea Teare – 39 Days

Heather Miller – The Stars

Marnie Azzarelli – When Evacuating Pennsylvania

Erica Ruhe – Perle

Phoebe Jane Johnson – Ruby

Azzurra Nox – Whatever Happened to Peyton Rose?

Kara Dennison – Billson

 

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Excerpt from “The Girl & The Yellow Wallpaper”
The faces in the flowers were more pronounced than usual that night. Big eyes, gaping and expectant,
seemed to blink back at her. Lizzie dismissed the idea immediately. Paper did not blink. Nothing could
move in the room, except her. But the yellow faces had a more human quality the more she looked. They
were women’s faces. Lizzie found something feminine in the shape, warped as it may be. The heads in
the wallpaper appeared to tilt to the side, violently, like their necks had been snapped.Excerpt from “Perle”
A muscle flickered in that clean-shaven jaw. “Step out of the vehicle.”
I hesitated. Another bang.
“I said step out of the vehicle.” Singer popped the snap on his holster. “I’m not gonna ask you again.”
Dog whimpers urged me to comply.
My shoulders slumped. I released the latch and fought open the stiff door. It protested with a loud, long
squeal.
“Now what is in the back of this truck?”
Still I hesitated, puckering my lips in a coy attempt at innocence.
“My stepdad.”Excerpt from “Whatever Happened to Peyton Rose?”
“Jesus,” she whispered, not sure if anyone could hear her. The dolls made her feel unsettled as they stared
back at her with vacant eyes. Peering down, a scream escaped her throat when she realized that their
plucked eyes were scattered on the bed. She pushed the comforter off of her. The eyes fell down, making
a sound similar to marbles crashing to the floor as she ran for the door.
Frantic, she opened the door and stood upon the landing. She looked to and fro, not knowing what
direction to run to next.
Don’t panic! She told herself. And yet, her hands were shaking.

 

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Beneath the flashing lights and the throbbing beat of the music in an LA

night club, Drake Devereaux admits he’s grown tired of his playboy
lifestyle and vows to change it. Haunted by a devastating tragedy in
his past, he’s never dated a woman he could love.

Ebony Jordan lives a mundane life but longs for the hot, steamy nights
she
writes in her romance novels. She can write happy endings in her
stories but never one herself.

Drake and Ebony meet by chance and know it is more than a casual fling.
Their attraction is immediate and all consuming. They share a
passionate kiss and an unforgettable night of sex. When he opens the
door to her innermost fantasies, she starts to believe in the
impossible. When Drake allows his fears to separate them, Ebony must
face the stark reality – happily ever after only happens in
fairytales.

Solomon Blackwell, a powerful Rogue vampire, sees Ebony and is
stunned by her
resemblance to the woman he loved and lost decades ago. Ebony rouses
his bloodlust and her sexy body sets him on fire. He will stop at

nothing to claim her soul.

When an unexpected tragedy brings Drake and Ebony back together,
Drake is
given a second chance. He must to face the consequences of hisactions and protect the woman he loves from a dangerous man who has
set his sights on her. Will Drake and Ebony’s love survive or will it
be shattered by an obsessed vampire who threatens to tear their world apart?

In a high rise above the city, Broderick Devereaux holds clandestine
meetings to formulate a plan to protect his only son and the woman
his son loves from the Rogue vampire he’s pursued unsuccessfully for
more than two decades. The same cruel, sadistic vampire who also
destroyed his life. Will history repeat itself?

Broderick Devereaux receives an invitation to his son, Drake’s wedding, and

he decides to make a last-ditch effort to repair their broken relationship.

When Solomon Blackwell, the Rogue vampire who was instrumental in
destroying his life two decades ago, sets his sights on Drake’s
wife, Ebony; he vows not to allow history to repeat itself. He knows
better than anyone that Blackwell will stop at nothing to possess her.

To protect her and his son, Broderick must tell Drake the shocking

family secret he’s withheld from him his whole life.

Drake and Ebony are living the life they both dreamed of until Ebony
vanishes. As Solomon initiates his daring plan, Broderick, Drake, and
the Circle of the Red Scorpion race against time to find Ebony and
stop the Rogue vampire from destroying Drake’s life.

A fierce battle between the two factions comes to a surprising end, and
the shocking conclusion of Avenged brings Broderick to his knees. Can
his team help him stop the new menace threatening to destroy the
world?

While Elise

was becoming a celebrated artist, Broderick tirelessly fought to put
Solomon Blackwell, a ruthless sociopath and wealthy businessman who
befriended his wife behind bars. Putting Solomon in prison
became Broderick’s obsession as his relationship with his wife
imploded. Was Solomon behind the chasm that separated them?

Charlene is a Waynesburg, Pennsylvania native. She went to Waynesburg High

School and graduated Cum Laude from Waynesburg College with a
Bachelor’s Degree in Liberal Arts. Currently lives in Sacramento,
California where she spent the last 33 years working at Northrop Grumman.

Books have always been her passion. She started reading at an early age
and
progressed to full-length books by age nine. The first supernatural
book series she read was Dark Shadows, and it sparked her interest in
all things paranormal, with a spicy touch of romance mixed in for
good measure. She also started writing poetry in grade school and
continues to do so today.

Being an avid reader, the consummate daydreamer and an incurable
romantic
with a Cinderella complex, she started creating her own characters
and story lines because she realized she had her own stories to tell.

She is married to John, who believes she can do anything. She has a son,
Ty; a daughter, Danika; and four beautiful grandchildren, Aries,
Victoria, Maya, and Tobias.

Besides reading and writing, she also enjoys photography, travel, music,
and
great movies.

A remarkable tale of vengeance, time travel, and dark magic . . .

 

What would you do if you woke up one morning and your life was

inexplicably changed in the worst way imaginable?

Banished by his enemy into a hellish alternate dimension, Luke Decker fights

to understand why his world has suddenly changed, and why is he on
trial for the murder of his beloved Nina? What he doesn’t
know is she’s not dead. Nina watches him vanish into thin air
and is completely bereft, struggling to find out how and why he
disappeared. Using all of her psychic talents and traversing
the astral realm, she frantically searches for him to no avail.
She owns a secret item which holds the key to his salvation, but will
she figure it out before he’s condemned to live the rest of his
life in a realm of darkness?

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If your book was made into a film, who would you like to play the lead? For the character of Luke, I
can easily see Mark Wahlberg playing him. They have similar coloring and a muscular body build, and
he would be a good badass. Although Luke has a shaved head and I can’t imagine Mark Wahlberg
without hair, as long as an actor can capture the essence of a certain character, that’s all that matters. For
Nina’s character, I can see Mila Kunis portraying her. Nina has short dark hair, but I think Mila could
capture Nina’s personality and exotic look. Besides, I liked Mark Wahlberg and Mila Kunis together in
the movie, Ted.

Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?
They all come from my imagination.
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story? For
this story, I have to say yes, they hijacked it and I’m so thankful! One of the supporting characters was
incredibly persuasive and changed the direction of the story. If the characters are intent on me writing a
specific thing for them, they will continue to pester me by entering my thoughts until I write it.

 

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When our night together has unexpected
consequences, I can’t help but
think this might be the perfect opportunity to show McKenna just howmuch I want her.

 

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All I wanted was a nanny. Someone to take
care of my girl when I
couldn’t. What I didn’t count on was Addison, the brown-eyedtemptress with a body of sin, and everything I didn’t need, but
suddenly wanted.

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Heather Van Fleet is stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur.

She’s a wife to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three little
girls, and in her spare time you can find her with her head buried in
her Kindle, guzzling down copious amounts of coffee.

Heather graduated from Black Hawk College in 2003 with an associate
degree
and has been working in the publishing industry for over five years.
She’s represented by Stacey Donaghy of Donaghy Literary.

With a couple of nineties rom-coms tucked inside my purse, under my arm, and a fresh carton of Ben &
Jerry’s in a bag hanging off my forearm, buried in the bottom of my purse, I was determined to make
up for lost time.
I knocked twice, like always. Once to make my presence known, and the next to make sure Max wasn’t
in there screwing one of his many flavors—though I didn’t see his car either. Unlike every other time I’d
stopped by, nobody answered…at least at first. But then I heard it—a grunt, followed by a, fuck me and
then an, I’m coming, hold on.
“Oh, God.” I took a step back, looking over my shoulder toward the driveway, more than ready to run.
No, no, no. I knew that voice.
There was no time to escape, though, because a second later he was there. And quite frankly, my legs
weren’t capable of moving, either. Because the moment that door whipped open and I saw him standing
there, I was screwed with a capital S.
“McKenna…” He said my name on an exhale, while his hypnotic green eyes raked over me in one long,
agonizing swoop. His cheeks grew bright red—making him look bashful and, adorable, not the tough-
guy like his friends tried to be. When he bowed his head, I took a second to look him over too, frowning
when I noted a clump of black sticky, gooey stuff clinging to the ends of his lashes, and a smearing of
something shiny and red on the corners of his lips and clinging to his beard.
“H-hi.” I cleared my throat, attempting to remember why I was there in the first place. His The intensity
emitting from this man tended to make me forget pretty much everything.
“What are you doing here?” He folded his arms over his massive chest. The same chest I’d touched… The
same chest I’d kissed…
I blinked. “Where’s Addie?”He frowned and that beard of his shifted, conforming with the movements of his jaw. “Grocery store.
She asked me to watch Chloe for half an hour.”
“You? Watch Chloe?” I snorted.
“Yeah. Me.” His eyebrows drew together as he propped one hand against the door frame, a dare in his
words that said, challenge me, and you will lose.
Except I highly doubted this man could ever beat me in a match of wits. Regardless, he did have me
mesmerized, like as always. His hotness, his coyness, the vulnerability I knew he embodied… Total.
Human. Catnip.
I swallowed, watching his forearm flex. Gavin was humongous in every sense of the word. I may might
have been a little tipsy when we’d had sex, but the delicious soreness between my legs the next
morning proved that big was so very worth it.
My face grew hot at the memory, my mouth opening and closing like a dunce’s. Who was I? Where was
I? And why the hell did I have an unexplainable urge to drop to my knees before him?
Because you like him.
I held my chin up high, ignoring my inner voice yet again. “Mind if I come in and make sure you didn’t tie
the tyke up?” Without waiting for a response, I ducked under his outstretched arm, holding my breath
as I did. Unfortunately, the air in my lungs did little to block the heavenly, masculine smell he emitted.
Spice, pine, soap… The combination made my lady parts tingle and my head spin in remembrance.
I didn’t do men for more than a night. Not anymore. Not since Penis-head Head Paul. So, what was my
issue? One and done, that’s the way it was supposed to be. Not third time’s a charm, damn it.
Ignoring his are-you-kidding-me-expression, I headed into the living room, finding the coffee table filled
with all things princess. Crowns, feather boas, fake earrings, and… “Is that makeup?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, um, give me a second, would ya?”
I grinned at him, watching, yet again, as he bowed his head—this time rubbing at the clingy black goo on
his eyes and, yes, the red lipstick on his beard.
Oh. My. God.
He’d let the kid put it on him?
Be still, my beating heart.
“Sure. Take your time.” My lips twitched as I watched him rush down the hall. The bathroom door shut a
second later, followed by an explicit amount of cursing as the water began to run. I giggled, knowing
exactly what he was doing. Washing it off.
Something tugged on the leg of my pants, forcing me to look down. I couldn’t help but smile wider when
I found the little lady that who had enamored my bestie—and maybe even myself—standing at my feet.
Chloe was dressed in jammies, yet she wore a fancy crown with and that the same red lipstick and black
mascara as that Gavin had on his face, painted mostly on her chin and cheeks.

“Hey, kiddo.” I crouched down in front of her, touching her shoulder. “Are you having fun with Uncle
Gavin?”
She nodded wildly, her eyes bright and blue like her daddy’s. She pressed her tiny hands over her mouth
a second later and giggled, looking over my shoulder. I stood and turned, finding Gavin shirtless, and
using his T-shirt to dry his face, the abs of that gloriously, flat stomach making my throat run dry.
My knees grew weak at the image, and I plopped onto the edge of the chair, trying to curb the shaking
in my hands. Jesus, I needed to get it myself together.
“Beaner. Grab your pretty princess stuff and put it back in the bag before Addie gets home, okay?
Remember our secret? No telling her about the make-up .”
Chloe nodded quickly, hauling the stuff up into her arms.
With my bottom lip pulled between my teeth, I watched him sit on the coffee table in front of her,
holding out the bag. As a team, they piled up all the stuff and stowed it in the bag Gavin was holding.
Seconds later, Chloe ran down the hall, her feet pattering against the floor.
I looked at his lap, briefly scanning his long legs tucked under a pair of mesh basketball shorts. They
came just above the knee and were navy blue, the letters USMC were written along the edge. And like
as if it called was calling to me, I saw the outline of his erection, growing harder with every blink of my
eyes.
“You wanna sit on my lap?”
“Um…” Sweet Jesus, yes! Yes, please!
“You keep staring at my shorts.”
“Oh, uhm, no. I was just…” I looked away and nibbled on my lip, the temptation far too…tempting. If I
sat on his lap, then I might not be able to get off so easily this time. Not just in the sexual sense
either—though Gavin was very skilled at making a lady come—but in the emotional sense too. Because,
well, I wasn’t as strong as I wanted to be, and being in his arms was something I’d vowed not to do
again. Mainly because I’d liked it so much.

 

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California’s Palm Springs was a hotbed for movie stars, big
money and high crime,
making it a great town to be a TV news reporter and police detective
in the ’80s and ’90s. There, we see the
explosive Sonny Bono rise to mayor before he

becomes a US Congressman, we meet Frank

Sinatra and his wife at exclusive dinner
parties, and journey with a hard-nosed cast of police and newsroom
personalities mingling among the stars while trying to solve a
pyramid scheme and murders. Evans provides a candid insider’s view of
newsroom operations and scheming TV personalities who will do
anything to get ahead.

Palm Springs is the prequel to Evan’s

first novel, Murder

at Broadcast Park. Learn how Stewart,
Lisa,

and the ever unsuspecting Dugan

built a broadcasting empire.

 

 

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Bill Evans is a 45 year broadcast veteran who has turned writer. His first

novel, Murder at Broadcast Park, was released in October, 2017 by
Koehler Books. His second book in the Broadcast Murder series will be
released in the summer of 2018. Both books are being considered for
TV Movies. Bill writes with a lot of dialogue and in the words of his
publisher, “doesn’t use a lot of word calories.”

With his experience and insight of what goes on behind the scenes in the
broadcast world, Bill’s novel is able to paint a vivid picture of
what really happens when the cameras are off. Leaving you on the edge
of your seat, you will not want to put “Murder at Broadcast
Park” down. The story is fiction with so much non-fiction thrown
in you might not know the difference by the time you finish.

Currently Bill resides on California’s beautiful Central Coast. He
continues to
have a passion in the broadcast world and working in local media.
Bill has developed a love of writing and is excited about the
launching of his writing career.

TOM PRESTON HEARD Jennie Neeley introduce him from the news anchor desk.
Three . . . two . . . one . . .
“Tom Preston is on assignment outside the Hyatt Hotel in downtown Palm Springs. TV3 has
uncovered a major Ponzi scheme involving some very highprofile business people and
educational leaders from our desert communities.”
“Jennie, that’s right. I’ve been working on this story for the past three weeks—”
The television monitor suddenly went blank.
Jennie and the TV viewers couldn’t see the pandemonium and chaos erupting on Palm Canyon,
the street in front of the Hyatt Hotel. The TV3 live truck had exploded, spewing metal, shrapnel,
and bodies everywhere.
“Shit, what happened to our live shot? Our truck is dead.” The TV3 production control room
scrambled to figure out what went wrong. “Get Tom onthe phone.”
“Somebody find out what’s going on out there!” Johnny Johnson shouted.
JJ, as he was called, was the news producer and commanded the troops. He reported to the
news director, the head person in the newsroom. He was like a sergeant in a foxhole, taking
orders from his lieutenant and keeping his control room calm as everyone scrambled around
trying to find out what had happened. JJ cued Neeley and told her to get them into a commercial
break.
Losing a live shot was not all that uncommon for a small-market television station in 1987.
However, TV3 had fixed most of their technical problems over the years, and people in the know
thought they were a technically sound station.
Their problem tonight was beyond any technical issues they could have imagined.
Outside the Hyatt, the scene looked like something from a Third World country. First responders
—police, fire, ambulances—poured onto the scene. TV3’s main anchor, Tom Preston, had been
doing a rare standup, anchoring his investigative story on location. He was found on the ground
unconscious, his shirt splattered with blood and cuts on his head. There was a second body
facedown about a hundred feet away. It was Terry Lynch, the photographer responsible for
running the live truck and camera for Tom Preston’s story.
Glen Barnes was the first detective on the scene from the Palm Springs Police Department.Sandi DiSanto, his partner, arrived moments later. The police were quick to cordon off a half-
block radius for their crime team. Tom drifted out of his unconscious state just in time to watch

the EMTs perform CPR on his photographer. Tom tried to get on his feet and over to where
Lynch was dying.
He wasn’t able to stand, collapsing only to have his fall stopped by one of the attending EMTs.
Tom slipped back into unconsciousness.
Neeley sat on the anchor desk inside the studio trying not to be pissed. She took it personally
whenever something like this happened. The main anchor was the face of the station. It was
easy to be mad at her engineers and the loss of the live shot. The station had been promoting
the story for two days, and it was disappointing to everyone involved in tonight’s newscast. The
live shot was the whole story.
Jack Router, TV3’s news director, rushed into the news production control room. “What
happened to our live shot?” he screamed.
Jack was a serious newsman; he pushed his newsroom kids to take their game to a
considerably higher level than what a television station in market 163 should be performing at.
He called to an assistant. “I’m going out to the Hyatt. Keep Jennie in the anchor chair. Roll the
other live truck and let’s get some more reporters down there. We need to figure this out on the
run until we know what’s going on. Call everyone in and see if we have someone close to the
scene.”
Jack ran out of the control room, out the station door and to his station vehicle in the parking lot.

 

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