I'm pleased to announce that my new supernatural thriller/horror novel Ephemeral Creatures is now on sale at the Amazon Kindle store, and you can read it for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!
When Kevin gets behind the wheel drunk after a night out
with friends, that leads to tragic consequences. The ensuing car crash kills
his best friend and seriously maims another. After spending ten years in prison
for his crime, he believes he’s finally come to terms with the tragedy and is
ready to try to put his life back together.
That all changes when he starts seeing the specter of the
young woman he’d killed. And as she begins to reveal her secrets, one shocking
revelation rocks Kevin’s world. Hoping to find both answers and some measure of
redemption, he embarks on a perilous road, one that puts him on a collision
course with a madman who possesses a terrifying supernatural power. Kevin will
have to enlist the help of his old friends, even if they want nothing to do
with him, in order to try to right the wrongs of the past and survive the
danger that awaits.
Ephemeral Creatures is both supernatural thriller and poignant meditation on the power of love and
loss.
Here's a Sneak Peek...
The dead
girl first appeared in the mess hall at breakfast time.
Kevin
Bradley nodded in thanks to the kitchen worker that dished up his plateful of
runny scrambled eggs, burnt hash browns, and two rubbery sausage links. When he
set his plate on his tray and turned to go find a seat, she was suddenly
standing there, close enough to reach out and touch.
The specter
stared at him, her form translucent and grainy, like an image from an old,
degraded VHS tape that had cycled through Blockbuster too many times. She
didn’t glow like ghosts in the movies tended to, though. The dead girl was
about twenty, short and slim, her head not quite reaching Kevin’s shoulder. Large
tawny eyes regarded him from an oval face, and her mop of curly hair, a
deep-red dye job with dark roots exposed, was sculpted high atop her head in a
style popular in the eighties. The rest of her outfit was pure eighties punk: a
glittery shirt hanging off one shoulder and revealing a black bra strap, along
with a short black-and-red tartan skirt over holey fishnet stockings. One gold
bangle earring dangled from an earlobe, but the other was missing, evidently torn
out, judging by her bloody, shredded earlobe.
Kevin
barely processed the girl’s outfit, his gaze drawn with a terrible magnetism to
her gory head wound. Blood dripped into one eye, and her head was cocked
slightly sideways, one temple deformed and spongy, spatters of blood and brains
dotting her cheek and neck.
After that
initial moment of shock passed and comprehension dawned, Kevin cried out in
alarm. His breakfast tray slipped forgotten from nerveless hands and banged on
the floor, plastic plate clattering and silverware bouncing across the
concrete. A chunk of scrambled egg clung to one leg of his orange Department of
Corrections jumpsuit, but he hardly noticed.
The clamor
caused him to glance down reflexively for an instant. When he looked back up,
the apparition had disappeared as if it had never been. He stood there in the
sudden glaring silence with his mouth hanging open, the heavy weight of every
staring eye in the crowded mess hall resting squarely on him.
“Guess you
ain’t hungry, huh, Bradley?” Tubby finally said with a guffaw, the guard’s loud
voice breaking the silence. “That’s all you fuckin’ get, chief. Better get down
and lick it up if you wanna eat.” His real name was Jones according to the
patch on his uniform, but the inmates all called him Tubby because of his
girth.
Chortles
erupted, and Kevin was pelted with a number of insults, both good-natured and
not. The normal buzz of conversation and scraping of silverware on plates
resumed as the other men got on with the important business of shoveling down
their breakfast.
“What the
fuck, yo?” Kevin’s cellmate, Tito, rested a hand on his shoulder, shaking him
and rousing him from his daze. “Look like you seen a ghost, man.”
Kevin
swallowed hard but could find no words.
“That shit
ain’t gonna clean itself up,” Tubby growled, pointing sharply with his baton,
his amusement obviously gone the way of Kevin’s apparition.
Kevin
sighed as he knelt to scoop the mess back onto the tray with trembling hands. Whether
or not Tito was right about him seeing a ghost, he didn’t know. A more likely
explanation would have been a hallucination.
Whatever
the cause, the worst part was that he’d recognized the girl. He was the one who’d
killed her.