Terrifying Tuesday: Interview with Horror Writer J. Gunn

Welcome to Keira’s Corner, where there is always chocolate, and lots and lots of coffee.

Keira: You have a story out, a self-published project entitled Devil's in the Details. What is that about?

Jen: This is a compilation of two years of short horror tales derived to give the horror lovers out there something to enjoy this fall into winter. If you like blood and gore you're going to love it. 

Keira: What do you wear, to write?

Jen: I would say nothing but you all know that's not true, usually my jammies.

Keira: Is writing your only talent?

Jen: No just my favorite one, I also have learned a lot of formats for books, I love to draw, I used to sing in the choir, anything artist usually strikes a chord with me and I try to learn it. I'm a fast learner.

Keira: Why are you a writer?

Jen: Because when I think about not writing, I can't breathe. After almost 20 years it's like water in a river, without it I think I would just about dry up and fade away.

Keira: What time of day, do you write best?

Jen: The nighttime is my favorite time to write, it's quiet. The vampire tunes inspire and it flows better when the sun isn't shining in my eyes.

Keira: Do you use one or more pen names?

Jen: Yes, currently I guess I have two, picked up another a few months back for another project I'm working on with a friend. They are J. Gunn and Aziraphale the Angel of Death.

Keira: Are you currently running any contests? What are they?

Jen: No, I'm currently not but give it time I may think up a few.

Keira: What advice would you give to an unpublished writer?

Jen: Keep going, do not give up or give in no matter how depressing it feels at times. You WILL eventually find a method that works for you if you want it bad enough. Never stop learning and growing.

 

Let’s get personal…

Keira: What is your guilty Pleasure?

Jen: Right now, it would be Kindle books. Usually it's other things like chocolate I can't have because it hurts my teeth.

Keira: What is your favorite Smell?

Jen: Vanilla scented anything.

Keira: Can you tell us a secret?

Jen: Well, yeah I guess I can tell you, I'm planning a few more projects. I'm working on a Children's book for my daughter to be out around Christmas and a novel about a family who lives with and deals with daily a lot of ghost issues, it's not due out really soon just might be done with the first draft pretty soon, I'm at about 33k with it right now. (Huge secret about the ghost story, I didn't start writing it until September 17^th!)

Keira: What are you reading?

Jen: At the moment, not a thing lol! I've read a lot of books by my fellow authors, which I try to review because I love my friends, but lately I've been working so much I'm behind severely so I hope they don't smack me with a book from across the country lol!

Keira: Can you share your blurb with us?

What’s more tantalizing or titillating on Halloween then bloody corpses, living nightmares, or hatchets used to cut you to pieces? Inside this anthology you will find more than one's fair share of gore, and atrophy. Don’t blame me for what enters your dreams.

 

Devil's in the Details excerpt:

Excerpt from Your Blood, Devil's in the Details, Horror Anthology by J. Gunn

The day has come to kill you. Everything about you must die because your very presence on earth is wrong. You have been here without a soul for far too long. This world deserves a chance to live on without you, you evil son of a bitch. I will hunt you and when I find you and yours, you all will die.

I finally found you one day at a place secluded from a lot of other people in the dark; I had searched for what felt like ages. But really it had only been days. I walked out there without shoes and my feet were muddy and bleeding. My white dress draped my small form, clinging to me with sweat from walking all the way into the remote locale that your warehouse fortress had to be.

I walked all the way out there with my hatchet in my hand and murder on my mind. It glistened shining in the moonlight. And I saw a light on in the top floor window of your evil factory.

Grass that crackled on the bottom of my feet crunched as I slowly make my way up to the entrance of your ‘palace.’ I see you sitting with your back to the window and the small pains of glass glow with the light from your lamps.

I decided the place would go up in flames easy enough because the building was very old and I would do that after I killed you. It would be harder to tell who killed you if the evidence was all charred or mostly gone. Fire was like water a renewal source, so when it all burned to the ground it would cleanse the earth of your evil as well.

My small hand griped the hatchet hard and my brown eyes burn with tears of hatred for you and what you’ve done. My tear stained face was filled with emotions of many women all at once living in my head. My light olive skin was dirty and parts of my body are bleeding. My white dress is dirty too; matted with filth of the days and hours it took me to get to you.

I hide now staring up at you from behind a tree closest to the window you sit by. You have no idea I’m here, and certainly no idea that anyone knows about you and what you are, too bad for you but someone found you out and now I’m here to kill you. I see also that you have another with you I think I will go after him first then you. You will be the most fun anyway and why not save the best for last.

 

Where you can find J. Gunn:

Writer J. Gunn Tales of the Scary
Fanpage
Twitter
Blog

You can find Devil's in the Details at Amazon

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Terifying Tuesday: Devil's in the Details

Terrifying Tuesday Presents... Devil’s in the Details, A Horror Anthology by J. Gunn A book of seven short scary tales to stand your hair on end, make you rethink reality, watch the people more closely who sit next to you on the bus, and just all around terrify your every sense. If you love to read about the paranormal or wickedly evil advents of people you didn't know would fall off the sane train this is the book for you.

 

About Devil in the Details

What’s more tantalizing or titillating on Halloween then bloody corpses, living nightmares, or hatchets used to cut you to pieces? Inside this anthology you will find more than ones fair share of gore, and atrophy. Don’t blame me for what enters your dreams.

 

 

Excerpt from Devil's in the Details, Horror Anthology by J. Gunn

The day has come to kill you. Everything about you must die because your very presence on earth is wrong. You have been here without a soul for far too long. This world deserves a chance to live on without you, you evil son of a bitch. I will hunt you and when I find you and yours, you all will die.

I finally found you one day at a place secluded from a lot of other people in the dark; I had searched for what felt like ages. But really it had only been days. I walked out there without shoes and my feet were muddy and bleeding. My white dress draped my small form, clinging to me with sweat from walking all the way into the remote locale that your warehouse fortress had to be.

I walked all the way out there with my hatchet in my hand and murder on my mind. It glistened shining in the moonlight. And I saw a light on in the top floor window of your evil factory.

Grass that crackled on the bottom of my feet crunched as I slowly make my way up to the entrance of your ‘palace.’ I see you sitting with your back to the window and the small pains of glass glow with the light from your lamps.

I decided the place would go up in flames easy enough because the building was very old and I would do that after I killed you. It would be harder to tell who killed you if the evidence was all charred or mostly gone. Fire was like water a renewal source, so when it all burned to the ground it would cleanse the earth of your evil as well.

My small hand griped the hatchet hard and my brown eyes burn with tears of hatred for you and what you’ve done. My tear stained face was filled with emotions of many women all at once living in my head. My light olive skin was dirty and parts of my body are bleeding. My white dress is dirty too; matted with filth of the days and hours it took me to get to you.

I hide now staring up at you from behind a tree closest to the window you sit by. You have no idea I’m here, and certainly no idea that anyone knows about you and what you are, too bad for you but someone found you out and now I’m here to kill you. I see also that you have another with you I think I will go after him first then you. You will be the most fun anyway and why not save the best for last.

 

Where you can find J. Gunn:

Writer J. Gunn's Tales of the Scary:
http://writerjgunnstalesofthescary.weebly.com/
Fanpage:
https://www.facebook.com/Writer.JGunn.is.a.Legend

 

Hugs,
Keira Kroft
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http://twitter.com/#!/KeiraKroft66

 

 

Terrifying Tuesday: Murky Depths

Keira’s Corner is proud to host a visit from brilliant author Brett Williams.

A little bit about Brett...

Brett Williams lives in Kansas, where he reads, writes, and helps millions of people get their drugs. Having grown up in a small Missouri town, much of his writing includes rural settings and small-town politics. His work has been published by Thuglit, Delirium Books, Hellfire Publishing, and most recently Gallows Press. He writes horror, crime, and anything else he feels like.

Synopsis of Murky Depths

After the Mississippi River floods, leaving the Southeast Missouri a diluvian wasteland, good Samaritan David Miller hops into his boat and trolls to neighboring towns to offer his assistance. Meandering though flooded streets and fields, David finds himself in the tiny town of Clayton. Their homes and business built atop crudely-erected stilt legs, the town has survived the flood unscathed. Intrigued by this strange town, and its unfriendly, pasty-skinned denizens, David credits their eccentricities on backwoods superstition. He couldn't be more wrong. Beneath Clayton's quaint, rustic back-country veneer lurks an ancient history steeped in a most dangerous evil. When he befriends a local couple living on the outskirts of the town, David unwittingly becomes a part of an epic struggle between good and evil—a struggle that will leave him questioning his faith...if he survives.

Peak inside, if you dare...

Despite the fact these people didn't appear the least bit concerned about getting in a boat and floating into town on a Sunday to pick up supplies, me doing the same surely caught their attention. Everyone on the boardwalk stopped to turn and gape at me. A couple came out of shops to glare. But the most off-putting aspect of it all had to be the strangeness of the people. Now I've taken my fair share of trips to other States in the Union. People from the South look distinctly different from people up North. West coast folk have tans and nice physiques. We from the Midwest are a little beefier in general. But these folks, practically neighbors to me, looked different.

The men were all bald, their skin grayish, heads round, mouths wide. I don't care much for talking bad about folks, but these folks were downright ugly. Dare I say, not right.

Here I had come offering help, yet they couldn't have been more prepared unless they'd had a flood wall surrounding the entire city.

As much as I'd have rather turned boat and left, I raised a hand in greeting and called out over the sound of my small engine, “Hello there.”

No reply sounded. Nor did I notice any lips move. Not to be detoured, I navigated my boat to a ramp leading up out of the water to the boardwalk. There I shut off the engine and docked. I lashing my boat good and tight. Stepping out onto the ramp I called out again. “Boy, we could sure use a little rain, don'tcha think?” I chuckled, stepping onto the boardwalk.

“A few more inches would be fine,” a surly man replied. I couldn't tell if he had a deadpan sense of humor, but somehow he seemed much too serious.

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Terrifying Tuesday: Keira Kroft and Tonia Brown

Welcome to the Keira's Corner, where it’s always hot and panties, underwear and any clothing for that matter are optional.

Keira: You have a story coming out entitled The Cold Beneath. What is that about?

The Cold Beneath is a steampunk horror about sacrifice, suffering and sorrow. Oh, and the walking dead.

 

Keira: What do you wear, to write?

If I am at home, then it depends on the season. In the winter it’s sweats and socks. In the summer it’s pretty close to nothing at all.

 

Keira: Is writing your only talent?

                                                                                                                                      I can juggle. Does that count?

 

Keira: Where in the Hell did you find time to write?

Hell is about right! Seriously though, I write when I can. I consider the whole gig a second job, as I already have a 40 hour a week night job. At home it is just the husband and me. He is really patient with the second job, giving me plenty of space and time to do my thing.

Keira: Why are you a writer?

Because I love to spin a good yarn.

Keira: If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?

Neil Gaiman. I feel that man has a lot to teach me. And he can teach me about writing too. Ha!

Keira: How many hours a day do you dedicate to writing?

Again, it depends on the day. I weave it between my night job by putting down at least an hour in the mornings. The weekends are varied. Sometimes I do an hour here and there between other stuff. But when I am at the end of a book, everything else comes to a halt and I write as much as I can.

Keira: Do you use a particular writing method?

I am a by the pants kind of writer. I rarely outline. When I do, it is just to keep up with either the timing of travel, such as for Badass Zombie Road Trip, or to keep up with the body count, as with The Cold Beneath.

Keira: What time of day, do you write best?

Any time is good for me. I love to write so I look forward to it.

Keira: Do you use one or more pen names?

I used to write erotica under the name Regina Riley. At first it was just for funsies, I didn’t care if folks found out I wrote dirty stuff or not. But I found it too difficult to juggle the multiple personalities, so I just stopped submitting stuff under her name.

Keira: Please share a particular detail about one of characters, please.

 

From The Cold Beneath? Sure! Lightbridge is a favorite character of mine for many reasons. One oddity about him is that while he is quite level headed, save for one sad point—he won’t admit that his wife has passed on. He pretends that she is away all of the time, because he can’t deal with her death. His friends went along with it at first, and when he didn’t stop, neither did they. This character flaw creates a touching moment later in the novel, which I won’t spoil for you. Let’s just say, I have had plenty of emails and phone calls, damp with the tears of a weeping reader. In fact, I cried when I wrote it.

Keira: What advice would you give to an unpublished writer?

Read. Write. Edit. Repeat.

Let’s get personal…

 

Keira: What is your favorite food?

Fried chicken. I do believe fried chicken was a gift from whatever deity controls the universe. I could eat my weight in fried chicken thighs.

And, if you have ever seen me in person, that is a LOT of chicken.

Keira: What is your guilty Pleasure?

My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic. Yes, I am a pegasister and my husband is a brony.

Keira: What is your favorite Smell?

Fresh cut grass.

Keira: If you could change one your physical feature? Would you? What would it be?

I wish my arms were about one inch longer. Stop laughing! I have these tiny, little T-Rex arms. It’s awful. I feel disproportionate sometimes. My arms are short. I mean short!

Keira: What is your favorite color?

I am fond of purple.

Keira: What is your favorite day of the week?

Friday, because it is the longest possible time before I have to go back to the night job. Ha!

Keira: What is your favorite favorite animal?

I am a huge fan of the capybara. That thing is just adorable! It’s like a big hamster. How cute!

Keira: Can you tell us a secret?

I could, but then I’d have to kill you. How many folks answer with that?  I bet you get that all the time! Let’s see, secrets … hmm …  nope. I have too big of a mouth for secrets. I’m afraid there isn’t anything about me that folks don’t already know because I talk constantly.

Keira: Do you have pets?

A few cats allow me to share a shack with them. The eldest male, Little Boots, is fifteen going on crotchety. He’s just a grumpy old man. Princess is only about seven, and she is a butterball who hates to have her picture taken. Her brother is Lucky, but he doesn’t get to live inside because Boots hates him. And then there is the husband. He counts, doesn’t he?

Keira: What do you consider a household staple?

The kind of thing you hang posters on the wall with.

I kid! I kid!

I always try to have a jar of peanut butter in the house. You can never go wrong with peanut butter.

Keira: What are you reading?

Tankbread by Paul Mannering. It’s really good. From now on, I’m gonna call him my low fat author because he had me hooked at 2%. Get it? 2%? *taps mic* Is this thing on?

Keira: Can you share your blurb with us?

Sure

In the race to the North Pole, who will become the victor, and who will fall to the ravages of the Cold Beneath? Phillip Syntax is the world's best biomechanic with a checkered past of betrayal and lost love. When given a chance at redemption by the celebrated soldier Gideon Lightbridge, how can he refuse? This ill-fated expedition turns from daring to disastrous when their airship, the Northern Fancy, crashes in the far and frozen north, leaving the crew stranded without hope. But that isn't the worst of it. One by one the dead crew members arise from the cold ashes to seek the warmth of the living, and it becomes every man for himself in an effort not to join the ranks of the revenants.

One lucky commenter will win a free e-copy of The Cold Beneath.

Author Bio:

Tonia Brown's short stories have appeared in a variety of anthologies. She has cranked out several books, including Lucky Stiff: Memoirs of an Undead Lover, Badass Zombie Road Trip and the erotic steampunk series Clockworks and Corsets. Tonia lives in North Carolina with her genius husband and an ever fluctuating number of cats. When not writing she raises unicorns and fights crime with her husband under the code names "Dr. Weird and his sexy sidekick Butternut."

 

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