Excerpts, Etc

Just want to remind you guys that I’m now posting excerpts from my books under the appropriate menu headers at the top of the page. I’ve just started doing this, so there are only a few things up so far, to include prologues to both Wake-Robin Ridge and Swamp Ghosts, and an excerpt from Swamp Ghosts Chapter 9, just a scene I enjoyed writing. There are also a few poems from Summer Magic up, as well. Hope you’ll check them out from time to time. I’ll be posting news tidbits there, too, when I have things that need sharin’!

Enjoy!

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#SwampGhosts Excerpt #3

Time for a bit more creepy with this one. Hope it makes you shiver. A bit.  🙂

Swamp Ghosts Chapter 4 Excerpt

THE ROOM WAS lit only by two small nightlights on each side of the dirty mattress. He liked it dark, knowing it would add an extra element of fear. There needed to be just enough light for him to see the terror in the eyes of his latest…guest…or it wouldn’t be nearly enough fun. Leaving the rest of the room shrouded in darkness was exactly the type of horror movie effect he wanted to achieve.
     He’d been gone several hours, and now the girl was lying on her side, curled into a protective ball–as if those pale little arms wrapped around her body could save her from him. He stood there contemplating various ways to wake her up, each guaranteed to bring her screaming into consciousness as she struggled against the restraints.

Excerpt From Wake-Robin Ridge

Available on Amazon in Kindle & Print Format

Thought I’d start the new year by sharing the occasional excerpt from my book, Wake-Robin Ridge, and possibly from the draft of my newest novel, Swamp Ghosts. So, here ya go. An excerpt from the Prologue of Wake-Robin Ridge. Enjoy!

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..He found a spot behind some thick but low-growing bushes. It was a perfect place to hunker down and wait. In the gray light of early morning, he pulled out his favorite filleting knife and a small whetstone, spat on the stone, and began to slide the knife back and forth across the surface. Falling into a rhythm, eyes half closed, he continued to hone the knife, metal caressing stone again and again.