Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Wednesday Briefs: A Halloween Flash

Happy Halloween to one and all and welcome to the Halloween edition of the Wednesday Briefs! This week we had picture prompts and these verbal prompts: "Welcome to my home, I am..." or use: ghost, lightning, fear or use Halloween candy in some day or "It's alive" or use any sort of vampire or werewolf or mummy or witch. In honor of the occasion (and because the theme didn't really fit with Stan and Ollie) I set them aside for one week, but rest assured they will return next time. Instead, I brought back two of my favorite characters, Max and Richard, from my To the Max series. I hope you enjoy them, and if you do, you can see more of them here and here. Don't forget to check out all the other Wednesday Briefers, whose links follow my tale. And don't forget to say Trick or Treat!


Trick or Treat on Lupercalia Lane


I knew I was in trouble when Richard refused to show me his costume ahead of time. He insisted that it would be a grand reveal to both me and the trick-or-treating throngs that beat a path to our door on their annual trek. Well, perhaps throngs is an exaggeration as we live in the relative country, on our own private street. Not a high traffic area. But we do get a few visitors on Halloween. And we do like to decorate our house and yard for the occasion.
Who am I kidding? We love to put up decorations, and have ever since we moved in, twenty years ago. The first year was comparatively meager, but as time passed, we acquired more and more. Now we have a cemetery, a spooky forest, a variety of jack o’lanterns, and the recorded sounds of Halloween, including readings by the master of the macabre, fellow St. Louisan Vincent Price.

“Are you about ready?” I knock on the bedroom door, uncharacteristically closed to me. He can be such a diva at times, I swear.

“Just about, Max,” he assures me, just as I hear the door bell ring. Bugger.

“Hurry up,” I mumble as I hasten to greet the first arrivals. But there aren’t any costumed young ones standing at the door. It’s Rachel. She’s dressed in a very Goth fashion; long slinky black dress, and matching boots that lace up the front. She strikes a pose, as I open the door, one hand on her hip, the other flashing blood-red talons.

“You need me to open the door now?” I chide her as she walks past.

“Of course,” she returns in a faux Transylvanian accent. “Ve must be invited inside, don’t you know?”

“Uh-huh. Yeah. You’ve been watching bad vampire movies again, haven’t you?”

She laughs and throws her arms around me, before she stands back to admire my costume. “Ooh, I like it, but I’m not sure you who are?”

“Wait a sec, you’ll see.” I hurry into the kitchen, where I’ve left my unusually large chapeau, then hasten back, donning it as I go. As I reach Rachel, I do a combination bow and curtsey. “Milady…”

She claps her hands together and squeals. “Ooh, the Mad Hatter! I just love it! That’s awesome, Max, you look amazing.”

“Thank you, thank you,” I modestly reply.

“Who’s Richard going to play? The White Knight, maybe? I think that would suit him, don’t you?”

I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t know. He won’t tell me. For all I know, he’s going as Alice.”

Rachel laughs. “Sorry, I can’t imagine him in a dress. Think maybe he’ll dress up like Rocky again?”

My lover wore a gold lame Speedo, while I donned lingerie and make-up to attend a late night showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Never again. For a multitude of reasons.

“If he ever does that again, there’ll be no one but me to appreciate the view.” I confidently smirk.

“Spoilsport.” She sticks her tongue out as the doorbell rings. Real trick-or-treaters this time. Good thing I’m prepared, have been for a while. I’m anal that way, you know. I grab the big bowl of candy while Rachel answers the door. We duly admire the witches and ghosts that stand on the front porch. They tell us jokes and riddles, we laugh appreciatively and/or pretend to be stumped, give them their candy, and bid them a Happy Halloween.

I turn a surly eye in the direction of my bedroom. Where is my lovely blond? How long does it take to put on a costume? I raise my voice to carry down the hall. “Miss Swanson, we’re ready for your close up now.” Rachel snickers.

I hear the door open just a crack. “Max? Close your eyes. I want to make an entrance.”

Seriously? Sheesh. I mumble something about ditzy blonds, and huge egos, but I obediently close my eyes as he requested. “Yours closed too?” I query Rachel.

“Oh hell no.” She laughs. “He’s your boyfriend, not mine. I’m looking.”

I can tell from her intake of breath that my boy has outdone himself in some way and I’m dying to find out, biting my lip in my impatience.

“Open up, love.” That’s his sultry voice, and even without looking at him, it’s doing things to me. Even after all these years together. I turn in the direction of his voice and open my eyes and my jaw drops in amazement. My first thought is what the hell? And I begin to see red—figuratively and literally. Is he having fun at my expense?

Red. A flowing red cape so bright it’s blinding. Something to put the Scarlet Letter to shame. A wicker basket hangs over one arm. It’s obvious to me whom he’s supposed to be. Little Red Riding Hood, of course. Which makes me the Big Bad Wolf, doesn’t it? Maybe I’m just sensitive, but my hackles rise, and I feel myself emit a low growl.

But just then he opens up the cape, and my oh my oh my. He’s wearing a red velvet bustier that hugs his muscular form in all the right ways. His long legs are encased in black fishnet stockings, and I spot a red garter at the top of one thigh. I swallow hard at the sight.

“My my.” He leans in toward me. “What big eyes you have.”

Rachel pokes me.  Oh yeah.

“The better to see you with,” I manage to mumble.

He runs one hands over his thigh, and licks his lips. I start to melt inside.

“What big lips you have…”

“That’s teeth,” Rachel corrects.

“We don’t use teeth.” Oh God. I thrust the bowl at Rachel. “Watch the door for a few minutes, willya, Rach?”

Her laughter follows us all the way down the hall and into our room. I don’t care.

“Trick or treat, love,” Richard whispers just before he turns out the light.


And there's your Halloween treat, hope you liked it, and hope  you enjoyed this extra little glimpse of Max and Richard. Now check out the other Trick or Treaters, I mean Wednesday Briefers!


Lily Sawyer      m/m 
Elyzabeth VaLey      m/f
Nephylim    m/m
MA Church     m/m
MC Houle      m/m



Until next time, take care! Have a safe and happy Halloween!

♥ Julie

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Interview With a Demon

Never let it be said that I didn't give my all for my readers! I risked life and limb in order to interview this particular guest. With the permission of M.A. Church, I was able to speak to Asmodeus himself. It was a very interesting interview, to say the least. I'll tell you what he said, and then I'll let you get a glimpse into the book M.A. wrote about him.






Interview with a Demon

The name of the club is Nightmoves. I’ve never been here before, not surprisingly. I’m not exactly what you call a party animal. But this is where he wanted to meet, so I agreed. It’s not every day you get to interview a demon, right? So it’s probably best to go along with his program. Within reason.

I enter the club, my eyes adjusting to the dimness. People are dancing , writhing together on the dance floor under the sensually glowing lights, the bass line pulsing almost hypnotically. So, where is he, I wonder?  

I skirt the outside of the dance floor, my steps leading me to a staircase and before I know it, I’ve followed it, almost instinctively. Once I reach the second floor, I notice that some people are standing, looking down at the dancers below, while others sit at tables: conversing, drinking, touching. The typical things you’d see in such a place.

And then I spot him. Sitting alone, his dark eyes riveted upon me. A chill runs up my spine, a tingle not entirely unpleasurable. He rises at my approach, although he doesn’t pull out my chair. Rather, he gestures toward it, and I take my seat, and turn on my voice recorder.

“Mr. Asmodeus?” I wish to verify his identity.

He smiles, revealing perfect white teeth. “Drop the mister,” he says as he assumes his seat.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me, Asmodeus,” I amend. “Why don’t you start by telling me a little bit about yourself?”

I smirked slightly. Did the author friend of Church’s really think I couldn’t smell her fear… and slight arousal? Good thing for her my mate was only interested in males. And I had promised Church I wouldn’t harm any of her author friends.

“So, you want to know about me, eh? Well, let’s see.” I smooth a stray strand of hair behind my ear, noticing that several humans follow the gesture. “I’m Asmodeus, Prince of the second level of Hell. People who fall to charms will be sentenced to an eternity in the second level of Hell. My name first appeared in the Book of Tobit.”

“Book of Tobit?” I wrinkle my brow in concentration. “I must have missed that book in Sunday School.”  Goodness, he is rather attractive, if I do say so myself. Too bad he plays for the wrong team. His eyes are so… intense. Are all demons so good looking, or is it just him? “Second level? How does that work? The higher the level, the worse the offense that got you there to begin with?”

“The Book of Tobit is a book of scripture that’s part of the Catholic and Orthodox biblical canon.” I smile at her look. Hells Bells, did she say Sunday school? What a singular unpleasant thought. “Each circle's sinners are punished in a fashion fitting their crimes. Each sinner is afflicted for all of eternity by the chief sin he committed. People in Hell are people who tried to justify their sins and are unrepentant.
The Inferno, which the levels come from, represents the Christian soul seeing sin for what it really is, and the three beasts represent three types of sin: the self-indulgent, the violent, and the malicious. These three types of sin also provide the three main divisions of Dante's Hell: Upper Hell (the first 5 Circles) for the self-indulgent sins; Circles 6 and 7 for the violent sins; and Circles 8 and 9 for the malicious sins.”

“Ooh, that is so interesting.” I find myself leaning toward him, drawn toward those eyes. Is it getting hot in here? “I’m guessing that the self-indulgent sins includes sins of the flesh, yes? What are you favorite sins? And who are your favorite… sinners?”

“Oh yes, very much so. Sins of flesh are so… sinful.” I let my voice drop, drift. I so enjoyed how humans responded to me, but only one really inflamed me now. Did this sweet friend of Chuch’s know I’m an incubus?
“My favorite sin is cheating. Such a nasty little sin, so full of guilt and regret after the glow of forbidden sex is over. As far as favorite sinners… I’d have to say I love all sinners. Each has their own lovely taste. But my favorite sinner is Kain, otherwise known as Ice… or my mate. Such a shocking cold and deviously uncaring human he is. Well, he was… before I killed him and breathed my essence back into him.” I wondered how Ms Hayes would take that.

Wow, my mind runs wild, and oh the visuals… “You… breathed your essence back into him?” I clear my throat. It’s suddenly gone very raspy. “Is this some new form of mouth to mouth? I’d be interested in learning, if you have the time?” Ah, the things I do for my readers.

Laughing slightly, I watch as the lights at the club reflect off the ruby in my ring. The ruby I wear signifies my station in Hell, just as the ruby Kain wears around his neck warns that he’s mine. “Mouth to mouth, what an interesting concept.” I lean closer, drawing the prey across the table from me nearer. “My kiss is deadly; I feed off sexual energy, my dear little author. So, unless you want to die and be condemned to my level of Hell, I’d suggest there be no demonstrations.”
I watch as the blood drains from her face and she jerks back. “Oh yes, I think I should also add that Kain is the only one I’ve ever shared my essence with. I took his life, but gave him back the ability to still live—sort of. My master gave me the right to claim a mate, if I could one that fit my needs. Kain fits that need.”
Damn. Why are the good ones always married or gay? Story of my life. I manage to gather my shredded dignity as best I can and file Mr. Hot and Sexy under Unattainable in my CV. Oh well, let’s move on.
“So, does this mean you’ve become monogamous? Will we be hearing wedding bells in the near future? Have you registered yet?” Where do demons register? And what do you get the man who has everything? Asbestos pajamas? Suddenly the image of him without anything on at all pops into my mind, and my eyes widen. I pick up a napkin from the table and fan myself? Where is that waitress? I could use a drink. Or ten.

“Monogamous?” A smirk crossed my face. “Hardly. That would defeat the purpose of what I am, what I do. You see, Kain and I have an understanding. He gets to…” Suddenly I lean back in my chair, impressed. I’d let myself forget there for a moment. “Well done, Ms. Hayes. I almost gave away something very important in the book. Sneaky of you.”
My lips tilt up, the first real smile since I sat down. Well now, sneaky I could respect. “If the readers want to know more, tell them to read the story. Church doesn’t have a temper, not really, but when she screams…” I shudder inelegantly. “She screams very loudly. And long. Oh Satan’s Horns… and the tears! Believe me, she did enough of that while writing this book.”
I wave my hand at Ms. Hayes, my shirt falling back to expose the tat on my wrist. “Before you ask, she had trouble writing something so dark. And my story is very dark.” I wink, can’t help myself. “And very sexy.”

Sexy. I definitely have to second that idea. I begin to understand how he bends people to his will. I think at this moment, I’d do anything he asked of me. Any chance he’s a switch hitter? Ah, hope springs eternal…  I find myself reaching for his hand. “Nice ink. Care to share what it means?” His skin feels nice… and warm…

“Ah, if only you knew what happens to those that see the tat in its full glory.” I see Kain walking up the stairs that lead to the second level where we’re sitting, and he has… well, it’s time to get to work.
“But seeing the tat wouldn’t be a good idea. May I say I’ve enjoyed our time together, Ms. Hayes? Much more than I thought I would. Maybe one day I’ll introduce you to Chaus and Tobis. They’re friends of mine… of a sort. I must go now: things to do and people to kill, you know. Good evening, Ms. Hayes and to the readers. Take care of yourself and beware. Always beware. You never know what is hiding in the shadows.”


Razor's Edge Press www.RazorsEdgePress.com A Changeling Press LLC Imprint
The perfect mate for a cold-hearted human with no redeeming qualities? A prince of hell, who else?

My latest release, Lust and Ice, is a M/M Dark Desires novella and out now from Razor's Edge Press, a Changeling Press LLC Imprint. Yes, this is one of my dark stories. :) And yes, lol, there's a HEA—of a sort. When dealing with a Prince of Hell things can get twisted. So, there's HEA... then there's this kind of HEA.
LOL.
Two more novella's spin off this book and the Bad Boys Club. In Lust and Ice you'll meet Kain's friends—Hugh, Jordan, and Allen—and they're as bad as Kain. Jordan and Allen's book will be next in the series.


Blurb:
They call him Ice. Kain's a spoiled rich man's son with money to burn. An endless parade of men through his bedroom has left him empty and wanting. When he and his friends meet at their usual nightclub and place bets on who'll score for the evening, Kain eyes a sexy stranger. Electricity jumps between them, and Ice decides the handsome man will be in his bed screaming out his pleasure before the night is through.
Dark and deadly desires are Asmodeus' calling cards. Those that fall to his wicked ways are doomed to an eternity of unfulfilled lust in the second level of hell. This is no man to be played with... because this is no man. He's the Prince of Lust, one of the seven princes of hell. And he's been granted the right to take a mate by his master, Lucifer. He's searched through the ages for the one that will satisfy his sinful needs, but none have made the cut.

Until now.

The Bad Boys club has picked the wrong targets this time -- hell's come to claim its own.

Excerpt:
Asmodeus toyed with his straw as he glanced over the crowd on the dance floor. There were a few that caught his eye, but nothing that got his blood pumping. His appearance not only fit in at Night Moves, but called certain types to him, preferably men. For the last hundred years he had taken to seducing the males of the human race.

“Mmm, there’s something about taking a strong man and bending him to my will, having him first beg not to be fucked…” He ran a hand down his chest, drawing several pairs of eyes, and shivered. “Then later beg to be fucked.”

Frowning, he glanced over the dance floor again; he damn sure wasn’t going to get lucky sitting on his ass up here. He smoothed his hair behind his ear and a brilliant, sizable ruby stub flashed, as did the ruby in his signet ring on his left hand. He looked down at the tribal tattoo that started on his right wrist and extended up his arm. Thanks to the shirt, no one could see the tattoo snake over his shoulder and unto his neck. It also meandered down from his shoulder and covered the right side of his chest, then continued to his groin.

His dick was thick, but not overly long, and covered in small knots. There the tattoo crossed over his body and continued down his left ankle. Those that saw the tattoo in its full glory were already doomed, although they didn’t know it. Once his prey submitted to him, the end was never far behind. The fear in their eyes and the frightened begging that came from the lips of his prey as he drained them always excited him, made his orgasm much more intense.

The problem was that once he finished feeding the pleasure was gone, and loneliness bombarded him.
Now the mindless pleasure, the thrill of the hunt and his prey’s fear were no longer enough. He wanted -- Satan help him -- he wanted a mate. Someone who would belong to him ‘til the end of time. He’d made his wishes known to his lord and was granted the right to take a human, if he found one that fit his needs. So far no such human had been found, and he had looked -- extensively.

A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised above wickedly sinful eyes. Several men and women had played the game and fallen for his dark looks -- they regretted it eternally.

He was no man to be played with… because he was no man.

Shifting in his chair, his eyes landed on a group of humans across the openness of the second floor. A new mortal joined them, another male. There was a restlessness that shimmered around him that snagged Asmodeus’s attention. This one appealed to him, very much so. Even with the noise of the crowds and the thumping bass of the music, he could hear them. The longer he listened to the one named Kain, the more his dick swelled.

Bio:
M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

Where to find me:
Twitter @nomoretears00


Thanks for letting me borrow Asmodeus, M.A., he's one hot demon!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Monday, October 29, 2012

Guest Blogger Kathryn Meyer Griffith

As promised, Kathryn Meyer Griffith is back with us, helping us to celebrate this Halloween season. And what better than a ghost story? So take a seat around the bonfire, and prepare to listen!











A Ghost Story

by Kathryn Meyer Griffith

Because most of us are terrified of dying and death, of losing all we know so well in this mortal plane, we want to know: is there life after death? Do ghosts walk the earth? Vengeful or benevolent spirits? Immortals such as vampires and werewolves? Does good always win against evil? As human beings we’d love the answers to these questions and if we can’t find them, prove them, well, then we’ll invent, create, worlds where we can.
Now I must say that I can’t be considered a true skeptic when it comes to the supernatural because at the tender age of sixteen I saw a ghost, or what I believed was a ghost. My great Aunt Mary had died two days before. Not unexpectedly. She was old, had been in a nursing home for months, and we knew it was coming. Before the nursing home, though, she’d lived ten years with my maternal grandmother, whose name was also Mary, and had been happy there. The night before the funeral I’d been sleeping in my bed and something – to this day I don’t know what it was – woke me and I wandered down the dim hallway to use the bathroom.
And there was my dead Great Aunt Mary standing at the end of the hall in an eerie pulsating ball of light. She looked so real, as if I could reach out and touch her and my fingers would feel flesh. She was gesturing excitedly to me and rattling off a string of words that had to be German because I couldn’t understand a word of it. The old woman had been an immigrant who’d never learned our language, which is one of the reasons she’d been so content living with my grandmother; they’d both spoken German. The only word I could understand was Mary as she kept repeating the word over and over. I assumed my aunt was calling for my grandmother, as if my aunt were lost, and looking for her favorite niece. It’s the only explanation I have for the visitation.
Why she appeared to me, I’ll never know, but she did. I remember thinking: It’s Aunt Mary. Oh my God! But she’s dead. Dead. When it finally hit me, I was so frightened I turned and scurried back to my bedroom and dived beneath my bed covers. To this day, my mind swears I didn’t see what I thought I saw…Aunt Mary’s spirit…but my heart and my senses chide me and say, yes, you did. You saw a ghost. A real ghost. So there.
Since that day I’ve never been able to laugh at the possibility of the paranormal existing. The thing is, because I consider myself a down-to-earth realistic person (even though I’m considered basically a horror writer even with the other genres I write) , if someone asks me if I believe in ghosts and such I often as not hesitate before I admit that I might have seen one. Might. No one wants to be thought of as unbalanced. Seeing spirits is only one step above seeing little green men or pink elephants.
I want to be taken seriously. I mean, I’m a writer, not a nutcase.
All told, I’ve been a writer of paranormal fiction for forty years and proud of it. I’ve written about spirits, benevolent and malevolent; ghosts; angels; demons and all manner of vampires and unexplained creatures; and even, once, a possessed gun, and a woods haunted by an entity that was an eternal killer. Can’t get more spooky than that, can you?
Happy Halloween!
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Novels and short stories from Kathryn Meyer Griffith:
Evil Stalks the Night (Leisure, 1984; Damnation Books, 2012) 
The Heart of the Rose (Leisure, 1985; Eternal Press Author’s Revised Edition 2010) Eternal Press Buy Link: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615722327  
Blood Forge (Leisure, 1989; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2012)  
Vampire Blood (Zebra, 1991; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011) 
The Last Vampire (Zebra, 1992; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition 2010) Damnation Books Buy Link: http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615722075 
Witches (Zebra, 1993; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition 2011) 
The Nameless One (short story in 1993 Zebra Anthology Dark Seductions; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011) Damnation Books Buy Link: http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615723201 
The Calling (Zebra, 1994; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011) 
Scraps of Paper (Avalon Books Murder Mystery, 2003…soon to be an Amazon Kindle Direct ebook)
All Things Slip Away (Avalon Books Murder Mystery, 2006…soon an Amazon Kindle Direct ebook)
Egyptian Heart (The Wild Rose Press, 2007; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011)  Eternal Press buy link: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724437  My self-made
Winter’s Journey (The Wild Rose Press, 2008; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011) Eternal Press Buy Link: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724604)
You Tube Book Trailer address: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZYCs2DVhHg
The Ice Bridge (The Wild Rose Press, 2008; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011)
Don’t Look Back, Agnes novella & bonus short story: In This House (2008; ghostly romantic short story out; Eternal Press 2012)
BEFORE THE END: A Time of Demons (Damnation Books 2010) 
Damnation Books buy link: httphttp://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615721313
You Tube self-made Book trailer with original song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0-U9c2Lwfo  
The Woman in Crimson (Damnation Books 2010) 
You Tube Book Trailer Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcRBvDI5G4Y
The Complete Guide to Writing Paranormal Fiction: Volume 1 (I did the Introduction) 
Dinosaur Lake (from Amazon Kindle Direct 2012)
Four SPOOKY SHORT STORIES (Amazon Kindle Direct 2012)

My Websites:
http://www.myspace.com/kathrynmeyergriffith (to see all my book trailers with original music by my singer/songwriter brother JS Meyer)
http:// www.bebo.com/kathrynmeyerG  
http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=1019954486
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/profile.php?id=1019954486
http://www.goodreads.com/profile/kathrynmeyergriffith
http://www.jacketflap.com/K.Griffith
http://www.shoutlife.com/kathrynmeyergriffith

E-mail me at rdgriff@htc.net  I love to hear from my readers. ***


About Kathryn Meyer Griffith...
Since childhood I’ve always been an artist and worked as a graphic designer in the corporate world and for newspapers for twenty-three years before I quit to write full time. I began writing novels at 21, over forty years ago now, and have had sixteen (nine romantic horror, two romantic SF horror, one romantic suspense, one romantic time travel and two murder mysteries) previous novels and eight short stories published from Zebra Books, Leisure Books, Avalon Books, The Wild Rose Press, Damnation Books and Eternal Press.
I’ve been married to Russell for thirty-four years; have a son, James, and two grandchildren, Joshua and Caitlyn, and I live in a small quaint town in Illinois called Columbia, which is right across the JB Bridge from St. Louis, Mo. We have three quirky cats, ghost cat Sasha, live cats Cleo and Sasha (Too), and the five of us live happily in an old house in the heart of town. Though I’ve been an artist, and a folk singer in my youth with my brother Jim, writing has always been my greatest passion, my butterfly stage, and I’ll probably write stories until the day I die…or until my memory goes.
                                                                                                            
Novels and short stories from Kathryn Meyer Griffith:
Evil Stalks the Night (Leisure, 1984; Damnation Books, 2012)
The Heart of the Rose (Leisure, 1985; Eternal Press Author’s Revised Edition 2010) Eternal Press Buy Link: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615722327
Blood Forge (Leisure, 1989; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2012)
Vampire Blood (Zebra, 1991; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011)
The Last Vampire (Zebra, 1992; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition 2010) Damnation Books Buy Link: http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615722075
Witches (Zebra, 1993; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition 2011)
The Nameless One (short story in 1993 Zebra Anthology Dark Seductions; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011) Damnation Books Buy Link: http://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615723201
The Calling (Zebra, 1994; Damnation Books Author’s Revised Edition, 2011)
Scraps of Paper (Avalon Books Murder Mystery, 2003…soon to be an Amazon Kindle Direct ebook)
All Things Slip Away (Avalon Books Murder Mystery, 2006…soon an Amazon Kindle Direct ebook)
Egyptian Heart (The Wild Rose Press, 2007; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011)  Eternal Press buy link: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724437  My self-made
Winter’s Journey (The Wild Rose Press, 2008; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011) Eternal Press Buy Link: http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781615724604)
You Tube Book Trailer address: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZYCs2DVhHg
The Ice Bridge (The Wild Rose Press, 2008; Author’s Revised Edition, Eternal Press 2011)
Don’t Look Back, Agnes novella & bonus short story: In This House (2008; ghostly romantic short story out; Eternal Press 2012)
BEFORE THE END: A Time of Demons (Damnation Books 2010) 
Damnation Books buy link: httphttp://damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615721313
You Tube self-made Book trailer with original song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0-U9c2Lwfo
The Woman in Crimson (Damnation Books 2010)
You Tube Book Trailer Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcRBvDI5G4Y
The Complete Guide to Writing Paranormal Fiction: Volume 1 (I did the Introduction)
Dinosaur Lake (from Amazon Kindle Direct 2012)
4 Spooky Short Stories (Amazon Kindle 2012)

My Websites:
http://www.myspace.com/kathrynmeyergriffith (to see all my book trailers with original music by my singer/songwriter brother JS Meyer)
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Kathryn, it's been fun!  

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie