I invited my author friends to send me entertaining posts suitable for the Halloween season, and Bob, one of my fellow The Wild Rose Press authors, replied right away—meet Bob and read about MOONLIGHT BECOMES YOU.
Bob and werewolf buddy
The supernatural has always had the allure of forbidden fruit, ever since my mother refused to allow me, as a boy, to watch creature features on late night TV. She caved in. (Well, not literally!)
While other kids my age wanted to grow up to be doctors, firefighters, spacemen, and the like, I wanted to be a werewolf. As a child, fresh snow provided me the opportunity to walk out onto neighbor’s lawns halfway and make paw prints with my fingers as far as I could stretch. I would retrace the paw and boot prints, then fetch the neighbor kids and point out that someone turned into a werewolf on their front lawn! (They were skeptical.)
I have pursued many interests over the years (including playing the sax and flute, and teaching middle school history for 36 years), but supernatural writing always called to me. You could say that I was haunted. Ultimately, I hope my books give you the creeps, and I mean that in the best way possible!
Moonlight Becomes You
Werewolves and vampires have lately been portrayed as tragically lovelorn beings with a big heart but a tendency to do love bites. Moonlight Becomes You, on the other hand, returns to classic themes where the monster is just that, and the love-interests are between humans in jeopardy. The story involves 19th Century ghost hunters who are asked to stop a werewolf that is terrorizing a Black community. The monster is scary. In fact, so are some of the humans, given the involvement of KKK. The book recently received a 5-star review and a Crowned Heart of Excellence Award from In D’Tale Magazine. It is also the recipient of two first-place wins by the Southeastern Writers Association, including Best Novel!
If you are looking for some honest chills this Halloween, look no further! Moonlight Becomes You is also on sale this month for only $.99!! Now that’s something to howl about!
Doc Curtis fought for every reserve of strength and managed to quicken his pace. He could hear them shouting behind him and dared not look back, fearing it might slow him just that much more.
He made it through the field and emerged onto a rough access road running between the cultivated land on one side and the woods on the other. The doctor dashed across the dirt road and through the weeds and scrub bordering its opposite side. The trees stood twenty yards ahead. He would make it, find a thick trunk to hide behind, and fire a warning shot. If he could drive them off, it would be best. If not, he would do what needed to be done. Life had reduced itself to its most basic terms: kill or be killed.
Just five yards from the trees, a gigantic black beast bounded from the woods and landed before him. The doctor skittered to a stop, and his feet went out from beneath him. The creature stepped closer, looming. Its eyes glowed red, and the skin around its muzzle drew back, revealing a mouthful of sharp canine teeth.
The Klan had come at him in two directions, the doctor realized.
He raised his pistol and fired into the snarling face above him.
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