Saturday, December 27, 2014

Getting Back in the Swing of Things

As we are about to say farewell to 2014, I, for one, am ready to tell it to go to hell. It has been a very long and arduous twelve months that have brought more than a fare share of struggles. Any stories that I had been working on were put on hold in order to tackle some serious issues, including some harsh health issues.

Now that things are settling down and I've had some time to actually go back to work, I'm pleased to announce that, at long last, my werewolf story PROWL will be released in the coming weeks. Below is the updated cover for your viewing pleasure. Keep your eyes nailed to the wall of this space for the official release date and pre-order information.

More to come soon.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

New Beasties On The Way

First of all, thank you to everyone who sent birthday wishes (even the ones who sent spiders...*grumble grumble* asswipes).

There's been so much going on around here that I really haven't had time to be around as much as I would like. I am happy to report that there's some light at the end of the tunnel and things should be back to normal very soon.

Tomorrow is October 1st (Halloween is just around the corner!) and is also the first anniversary for A Cold Night In Fouke. I couldn't be more happy with the way it's been received. It has been my biggest seller and best reviewed effort to date. Needless to say, the venture into YA territory paid off and there will be more of those to come.

In between working out some things at home, I've been working on the final stages of editing Prowl, my first werewolf story. That should be seeing release in the near future.

I'm still working on my first nonfiction book. As of right now it's untitled but will be a Bigfoot field guide. I would say that its about 85% complete.

Next up is a new novella called Bestial. I'm just going to tease you with it for now. I will say that it's something different and definitely explores the darkest depths of human nature. Possibly the most disturbing thing I've ever written.

And finally, my friend Darren Barker has just released a new novel entitled Deadly Sexual Trance. Cover art by the handsome bastard known as Charlie Morgan.
Be sure to pick it up on your next Amazon raid.

That's about all I have for the time being. I hope you guys are doing well and will talk with you soon.

Saturday, July 12, 2014


I've been working on something for quite a while. With any project, there's always snags along the way, but with this particular book, I would be willing to say cursed. It's been almost two years since Sticks And Stones was released, and since then I've been promising a sequel. Fast forward annnnddd... glitches, false starts, hair loss, ditched drafts, rickets, insomnia etc etc. For the longest time, it just seemed like it was doomed. I know how much you guys liked the original and I wanted to deliver something that would live up to that and, with a little luck, surpass it. There's been several drafts that I've abandoned because I just felt that it wouldn't live up to what you guys want. Yes, I know it's "write the story you'd want," but that wasn't happening either. They felt rushed and watered down and I wasn't about to deliver that to you guys. Not a chance in hell. But now... we've got something! As we say in North Carolina, "I believe that dog'll hunt!" I'm currently working on a draft that I am very proud of and I don't think you'll be disappointed. There's some new characters coming aboard as well as some familiar faces. Also, you'll be getting a deeper look at the creatures themselves and going inside their heads for a while. This installment will also be longer - novella length, at least. Now, as promised on my Facebook page, here is a free sample chapter. Let me know what you think in the comments and please feel free to share this around. Welcome back to Lakewood, North Carolina. We'll be starting our tour on the Lowe Road. Sit back, relax and please, for God's sake, don't feed the animals! BEFORE THE DAWN: STICKS AND STONES PART II FREE EXCERPT ©2014 Charlie Morgan (violators will be butchered and fed to pet sasquatch - or forced to listen to a Matt Moneymaker lecture, depending on mood) PROLOGUE Jami Sroka kicked her shoes from her aching feet and collapsed to the couch. Since taking over her father's orchard in the wake of his retirement, she had barely had any time for herself. That's changing this weekend, by God, she thought, leaning back. Tomorrow, Tim and I are going out. I don't give a rat's ass what we do or where we go, but we're going to have fun and I don't want to see one goddamn apple all weekend! She flipped through the channels on her television, only half paying attention to what was on. Really, all she was looking for was some background noise to fall asleep to. Just going to crash on the couch tonight. Tootsies are way too sore to tackle the stairs. Again, Jami thought of Tim. They'd been together for a little over a year and it was the happiest she'd ever been. There was something about him that was truly special. He was the only guy that honestly got her and always made her feel like she was on top of the world. Last fall, Tim had taken a job as a long-haul trucker to earn some extra cash. There was a nice house in the Shadowbrook subdivision that they had both fallen in love with. It was a two story house with a beautiful view and "room to grow" Tim had said, trying to be subtle about the possibility of children in their future. "It's great, isn't it?" Tim had asked during their walkthrough with the realtor. "Just think, honey, if we work hard and save up enough cash for about a decade, one day, we may be able to afford the gas to drive up here and look at this place," he said jokingly and earning a playful punch to his shoulder. Things were going well and fast. With Tim driving and Jami running the orchard, they almost had enough to cover the down payment. It only added to her excitement for tomorrow. Tim would be back for his birthday and Jami had a nice, romantic evening planned for him. She hoped he liked the present she'd gotten him. "Shit," Jami said, sitting up with a hint of panic in her voice. The present! In her rush to get home, she'd forgotten to take it home with her. It was still sitting on the desk in the office. "No... aw, fuck a duck!" Ignoring the aches and pains, she rose from the couch and slipped her shoes back on. She had to go back tonight. Tim would be home early in the morning and she wanted it there when he walked in the door. Sure, she could swing by the next day and give the surprise to Tim on the way to dinner, but that would dilute her plans. She wasn't setting foot in that damn place this weekend. This was their weekend! ***** Jami's car silently rolled north on Highway 225. Just before the entrance to the Lowe Road, a bright yellow sign that read SROKA'S ORCHARD - 50 YARDS AHEAD and a blue arrow pointing the way. Her headlights illuminated a large, red building that resembled an old tyme barn on the side of the road. Behind the building was a steep hill, overgrown with kudzu-choked trees that resembled gnarled hands reaching for the building with their talons. Beyond the trees was the Lowe Road. It was late and the place was deserted. The only sound came from a light breeze that whispered among the leaves. Jami didn't like it there at night, not one bit. It was too close to that place where those loggers were killed. The summer before, a logging crew was hired to clear a large plot of land to make room for a new subdivision. It was supposed to be high end real estate that would overlook the valley below. She had heard that there were some big names already interested in buying homes - a golf pro and an actress supposedly had already made offers. The project was a big deal. It would've provided jobs and a much needed economic boost. Everything had the greenlight until they found the bodies. When the crew didn't return from their shift, a supervisor was sent to see what was going on. He brought a deputy with him when nobody answered his repeated calls. The whole ordeal was heavily documented in the papers for weeks. The entire crew had been found torn apart and partially eaten. There was also thousands of dollars in equipment damages. The official report had stated that it was an animal attack, most likely the work of a bear. Jami had lived in Lakewood her entire life. She knew there were bears in the area but attacks were rare enough to be almost nonexistent. It didn't sound right to her. A single bear taking out an entire logging crew just didn't sit well with her. She pulled in next to the door and shut off the engine. With a deep breath to steady herself, she stepped out and raced to the door. She had the key in the lock and the door open in record time. Not wanting to take any more time than necessary, she ran to the office, scooped the bag into her arms and was on her way back out. Through the windows above, the trees danced in the wind, under soft moonlight, casting ghostly shadows on the cement floor. She used the light to illuminate the keys in her hand. "Almost done," she whispered. A shadow moved across the floor, something large and bulky with a distinct human shape. A whimper caught in her throat and the sound of glass breaking ripped away the silence. Something fell from the gaping hole from the window and landed behind Jami. She tried to run but was slapped from her feet, sending her flying through the air and crashing against a wooden crate. Dazed, she tried to stand. A strong, musty scent burned her eyes and nostrils. Something stood above her, glaring at her crumpled form with bright amber eyes that resembled a wildfire. Jami screamed and the creature charged.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Indie Writers Unite

It's been a while since I've posted a rant. There's been lots of talk about the new wave of authors hitting the shelves and most of them are independent. If you're an indie author, you're, in many cases, looked upon as if you've been infected by some hideous plague or just given a dismissive, "oh."

Independent authors aren't real authors. They're just no talent hacks that are flooding the market with garbage. To that, I must say... HORSE SHIT!

Yeah, there's lots of stuff floating around by independents that are pretty bad, on the other hand, there's a vast amount of amazing work being done by some incredible new voices. If you don't have a major publisher on the spine of the book, does that automatically make it sub-par? I hate to be the one to point it out, but major publishers release crap, too. When it comes to awards, indie authors are frequently left out. Why? Would the AMPAS ignore a groundbreaking film and snub it at the Oscars because it was indie? No way.

I believe indie authors deserve a lot more respect than they are getting. Those authors work just as hard as any other writer working today. In fact, I would say they work even harder. They don't have a publishing house backing them and doing all the groundwork. The indie does it all. I've even noticed some big name authors making the transition away from publishers to taking it on alone.

Just because there is, or isn't, a publishing logo on the spine, doesn't add or detract quality. We've always been told, "it's what's inside that counts." One should never judge a book by it's cover or an author by his/her publisher or lack thereof.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Lilly Dean book review


Lilly Dean is a snake charmer with an unusual gift. Her talents soon lead her to the Steiner Freakshow - the best show on Earth. After finally finding a place where she feels a sense of belonging, Lilly and her and her act makes quite a mark on the audience and her fellow performers. All is going well until a shadow from her past comes calling.

I picked up this story on a whim. I didn't realize, at first, that it was a later installment of a series. No problem though. The story stands wells on it's own and you're left wanting more from the unique cast of characters. Luckily there's previous installments that delve further into their lives and more stories are still to come. The author did a fantastic job making the characters believable and the reader connects with them almost instantly.

I'm very much looking forward to the other acts at the Steiner Freakshow and will be eagerly awaiting the next installment.

Click HERE to get your copy now

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Bones of Willow Lake - book review

Rhiannon Mills

I had the pleasure of reading this book about a year ago, long before the initial release. I wasn't sure what to expect as I typically don't read paranormal romance. From the very beginning, I was drawn into the world weaved by Mills and found a tale that was something much more than I had ever expected. Bones of Willow Lake has plenty of eerie atmosphere, genuine tension and even a few laughs to accompany the romance. I highly recommend this book, even if, like me, you're not a reader of this type of book. The storytelling is superb and it will hook you and drag you down into the murky depths of Willow Lake!

Click HERE to get your copy now!

Richard Laymon - A Tribute

Being a writer, I'm often asked the question, "who's your favorite author?" Most of the time, that can't be narrowed down to just one person. For me, that list could go on and on until I've named 80% of the authors I've read. So I decided that I would provide a look at one particular author who holds a place of honor in my abode.

As you pass through the threshold of my little corner of the asylum, to your left sits a tall, cluttered, shelf with a little of this and a whole lot of that (including a little, stuffed Creature From The Black Lagoon who guards the goodies). Mostly, what resides in the shelf are my books, the conquered worlds of so many talents that have helped shape my own stories in some way. The largest contributor in my library, scribe to so many worn, dog-eared, paperbacks, is the late Richard Laymon.

I first heard the name after reading Castaways by Brian Keene. Keene's book had been a tribute to Richard, serving as a sort of spin-off to Laymon's Beast House series. After reading what Keene had to say about the life and work of this man, I had to seek out at least one of his books to see what he was like.

Several months later, I found myself sifting through a used book store in Flat Rock, North Carolina and happened to catch the name "Laymon" emblazoned in gold along the spine of a well thumbed book. What I had found was the novel COME OUT TONIGHT. I devoured the book with an intensity that I had never experienced, finishing it in just a few hours. From that moment on, I was hooked on the literary equivalent of crack, doing whatever I could to find more works from the macabre genius and feed my newfound addiction.

That was probably four or five years ago. Since then, I've found some of the greatest, most thrilling, disturbing, fucked up and fantastic novels I've had the pleasure of reading. The Beast House series, The Traveling Vampire Show, One Rainy Night and The Woods Are Dark are just a few personal favorites.

I still haven't read all of his works. Some are out of print and require a little further snooping, but for me as a reader, that's part of the fun. It becomes a treasure hunt, in many ways and leads to a satisfying end.

In recent years, Richard Laymon has grown in popularity and has gained a whole new generation of ravenous fans, including me. Sadly, he's no longer here to be able to enjoy the newfound success and praise. However, he lives on through the written word and we, as fans, colleagues etc., owe him a great deal of thanks for all the amazing stories that he left behind so we could get our fix as book junkies.

R.I.P., Richard.

P.s. as of this writing, I'm in the middle of reading After Midnight and loving it!

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Friday, March 21, 2014

A World of Nightmares

A special hello to all of my fans both in the United States and abroad! You guys are the best in the world!

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Fouke Sequel Cover

For some reason this didn't pop up on the original post.

Fouke Sequel Sample

With the overwhelming success of my short story A COLD NIGHT IN FOUKE, I've been working on the follow-up entitled HALLOWEEN IN FOUKE. Again it will be a young adult book and the fans of the first will get their wish of a longer tale. HALLOWEEN will be at least novelette length. So here's some goodies to tide you over.

Copyright ©2014

Lori Wolfe literally hit the ground running as she dove from her bedroom window. She could hear the sounds of the creature's fury as it tore through her house, destroying her home with savage ease. Stopping for the briefest of seconds to pull a shard of glass from her arm, Lori turned to look over her shoulder in time to see a hulking silhouette tear her back door from the hinges and charge forward. Lori raced into the damp autumn night, dodging trees and stumbling through thickets that caught and cut at her arms and legs. There was no time to carefully maneuver the dense woods, the creature was gaining. Never had she seen such a beast. It was covered in thick, dark hair like a bear but had the body of a gigantic, disfigured man. It had a stink similar to a dead skunk rotting under the summer sun. Lori cried while she ran. She was no match for the rage-fueled speed of the beast and could already feel it's hot, rancid breath on the back of her neck.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Voices of the Dead

If you've been following me for a while (stop hiding in the bushes outside. I have a vicious, bloodthirsty guard dog that will tear you limb from limb. She may be a chihuahua but she's sadistic and has farts that could melt leather) you know that I'm a regular guest on Jackie Chin's show ZombiePalooza: Dead Again Radio. It's a place for authors, actors, directors and really anyone who creates horror. It's always a good time whenever it's on air. Anyway, the show now has a new home and I'd like to invite all of you fine fiends to swing by and have a look. Also they're always looking for new guests, so if you have something that you've been working on or a new release, I'm sure she'd be pleased to have you on. Be sure to tune in and enjoy the show or I'll sic the psychotic ankle biter on you!

Click HERE to find out more.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

P R O W L - Sample

Here's a small excerpt from a current work in progress. Earlier I mentioned that I was tinkering with a werewolf tale and here is a peek at what is to come.


"What happened?" Dave asked.

"I don't know. I just woke up and can't remember a thing. I don't even know where we are. It's too fucking dark to see anything."

"Have you got your lighter?" Dave asked, knowing that Chuck never went anywhere without a lighter. The man had been a chain-smoker for almost a decade. Perhaps his habit would come in handy tonight. For the first time in history, being a smoker could save not one but two lives. If we get out of this, it'll sure as shit be one for the record books.

"Yeah, hang on."

There was a series of muffled grunts coming from the dark. After a few seconds there were brief sparks like watching a cheap fireworks show from several miles away. Flame spat forth after the third flick and the dark was pushed away, revealing a battered and bloody man lying prone on the ground. It was hard for Dave to make out too much detail from his blurred vision, but he knew that Chuck was in equally bad shape.

Chuck's mouth hung agape as he surveyed the damage through the miniscule light. Seeing Dave's face caused him to look away the second he realized what had happened. Dave was always the strongest of the duo. Now he was trapped and helpless in an overturned vehicle with a large portion of his face torn away. What was seen could never be unseen. Chuck extinguished the flame with unconscious shock when he noticed that Dave's left eye had been popped and ripped from the socket and was now dangling like a tiny, deflated balloon. That split second of horror was enough to churn Chuck's stomach and cause bile to burn his throat.


It may not be horror in the traditional sense, but for those who lived during these days, it was certainly horrific to them.

Charlie Morgan

Copyright ©2011

Alexander Grayden’s head exploded when the cannonball struck him in the face. It killed the man directly behind him too before exploding into the ground in a shower of dirt and stone.

Samuel Boyd felt the spray of warm blood raining on his face and hands. His stomach knotted and twisted. If he had anything in it he would’ve thrown up where he stood. Instead he gagged as he saw a bloody, half decayed tooth had embedded itself in his hand.

All around him officers were shouting orders. Weapons fired and young men were cut down to the ground. Some of them were moving most were not.

Boyd dropped to his knees to reload his rifle. He half cocked the hammer of the heavy Springfield, pulled out a paper cartridge, bit it open and poured the powder down the barrel in one smooth motion. He finished loading, stood and took aim at the advancing Union lines. He dropped to his knees to reload again as another young man stepped forward to take his shot on the line. Boyd repeated the loading process again, stood, took aim and dropped back down to reload. Before the battle was over, Samuel Boyd had loaded his weapon over thirteen times, but never fired a single shot.


Boyd sat in front of the fire warming his hands. He still felt bile churning in his empty stomach. It was the first battle he had ever been in. It was also the first time he had seen anyone die.

Images flashed through his mind of the dead soldiers who fell to the earth and screamed in pain and fear before their life was whisked away on the wings of a bullet. Some of the men he even knew. Alexander had been one of his closest friends and had been more like a brother over the years. They had joined the Confederacy together. One was supposed to look after the other. Boyd knew he’d made a mistake. He was a farmer not a soldier. When he stood on the line and stared across at faces filled with the same fear, he froze. The time had come to pull the trigger but he couldn’t bring himself to take the life of another human being.

Now it was just Samuel J. Boyd, sitting alone by a dwindling fire, lost in his troubled thoughts.

Tears burned his eyes as he thought of his friend. Each time he closed his eyes the apparition of Alexander’s headless body bleeding and twitching flashed before him again and again.

Boyd wiped his eyes and glanced around the camp. The sun had already slipped behind the looming mountains and the land was illuminated by the fading light of dusk. Most of the men were eating, sleeping or gathered around fires talking amongst themselves. The only face that Boyd recognized belonged to Teddy Wallace who busied himself by drinking whiskey, singing a rather odd, off-key tune and pissing on a detained Union soldier who had been captured after the battle and chained to a tree. The spectacle was amusing and Boyd allowed the beginnings of a thin smile to grow along the corners of his mouth. Teddy took a long swig from the bottle, lost his balance and fell backward to the cool, dew soaked grass with a garbled yelp. Laughter and applause erupted from various onlookers, except for Boyd. For a brief moment Boyd had thought Teddy had been shot and the loud clapping was gunshots popping from within the trees.

A hand slapped against Boyd’s shoulder, making him jump. He quickly turned his gaze to the visitor and breathed a slight sigh of relief as he saw Lt. Brown standing behind him.

“May I have a seat?” the officer asked, his voice low and ragged.

Boyd nodded his head and turned back to face the fire in silence.

Lt. Brown eased around and sat on a large rock just opposite the young soldier. He took a long moment studying his face and body language before he spoke.

“How’s your hand holding up?” he asked as he removed a pipe and match from his trousers.

“Its fine,” Boyd’s reply was just barely above a whisper.

The Lieutenant struck a match and puffed at his pipe, never taking his eyes away from Boyd.

“I hear that you and Grayden were both from Lakewood. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir, it is.”

“Did you know him well?”

“Yes, sir, I did. We grew up together. He was… he was my friend,” a fresh round of tears threatened to spill forth from Boyd. He fought hard against them but was losing quickly. He turned his gaze away from the lieutenant and back to Wallace hoping that might help.

Lt. Brown took another draw from the pipe and exhaled as he studied the young man.

“May I see your rifle?” Lt. Brown asked keeping his voice steady.

Without saying a word, Boyd reached for his Springfield rifle and extended it toward Lt. Brown. Boyd felt a mild dread as he did so. His pulse quickened in his veins as the officer looked over the weapon. The concern escalated into full silent panic as Lt. Brown removed the push rod and slid it down into the barrel. The rod came to a quick stop, long before it should have.

“Hmm,” the officer said bemused.

Boyd could almost feel himself shrinking down to the size of a bug.

“You could’ve aimed high,” Lt. Brown said with his pipe still gritted between his teeth.

“What?” Boyd stammered.

“Aim above their heads if you don’t want to shoot them. That way you maintain the illusion that you are actually fighting and don’t manage to ruin a perfectly good weapon.”

Boyd sat in total silence as the lieutenant spoke. At that moment he considered leaping to his feet and attempt to run for the woods at full speed and slip away. If he was caught he could be shot for desertion, if he stayed he could be shot for cowardice.

“A lot of men died today,” Lt. Brown continued. “I wonder how many of them would still be alive if you had fired this weapon?”

"It won't happen again," Boyd said.

"I know it won't," glared the Lieutenant. "I ought to shoot you right here and now. I have no need for a coward in this regiment. I think the best thing for me to do would be to spray what little brains you have all over this goddamn field and be done with it. Now, what do you think? If you were me, what would you do?"

"Please, sir! Don't-"

"Every man in this camp is a killer. Whether they want to be or not. That's why they're here. If they don't kill, then they get killed. Do you understand?"

Boyd nodded.

"If you want to live to see the sun come up again, you best bring me a corpse tonight," the Lieutenant continued.


"I'm not finished." The light of the fire reflected in the man's eyes as he leaned closer to Boyd. "We have a prisoner. The man chained to the tree over there is a Union soldier. A killer. I watched him shoot a man that I knew well. A man who had a wife and two young boys who will never know their father. I want that man dead and I want you to be the one to kill him. After that, you may leave if you choose to do so. If you do not kill him, then I'll put a hole through your head right now. Kill or be killed, young man."

Boyd felt a shiver creep into his bones. He knew he was doomed no matter which path he chose. If he refused, he would, in a sense, be taking his own life; a mortal sin that would surely condemn his soul. If he agreed then he would be taking the life of an unarmed man. Murder. Each choice led him to the pit of fire that his uncle preached about.

Brown reached for his sidearm and drew a bead between Boyd's eyes.

"Wait!" Boyd shouted. "I'll do it."

"Wise choice."

Brown stood and eased toward a table where he could have a close, unobstructed view of the execution. Boyd rose and grabbed his rifle by the barrel like a club and moved toward his prey.

"Time's wastin', soldier," barked Lt. Brown.

Boyd's hand trembled as he drew closer. He could feel the hairs on his arm and neck stand on end. At last, he stood before the man. The Union soldier glanced at the weapon and spat at Boyd.

"Fuck you, farmer," he hissed.

"I'm here to help you, you fool," Boyd whispered, kneeling down.

Boyd grabbed the chained man by the shirt and pulled him close.

"There's a thin nail in my hand. When I let you go, I want you to get it to your hand. You should be able to pick the lock. Take this rifle and head for the woods. That buys your freedom and gives me a clear conscience. Do you understand? I just need you to do me one favor. Do you see the man behind me? The officer?"

The man nodded.

“The rifle is loaded. I need you to kill him. You kill him for me and you get your freedom,” Boyd continued.

The man nodded with bewilderment. Boyd released the man and delivered a swift kick to his ribs. The man recoiled and twisted to his side. The nail was in his hands and working the lock in an instant.

Boyd turned to face Lt. Brown who sat smiling and nodded his approval.

"Proceed," chuckled Brown.

Boyd turned and the man leapt from the ground and swatted him across the face with the heavy chain. In a flash the man had snatched the weapon from Boyd's grasp. He cocked the hammer back and took aim at Brown. Confederate soldiers, alerted to the commotion, raced toward the enemy. The Union soldier glanced over his shoulder at the woods, his freedom. He took one final look at Brown and squeezed the trigger. In a deafening flash of flame, wood and metal, the rifle exploded in his hand, shooting a wooden shard into his throat.

Boyd stood and stared at the dying man. He cast a hollow look at his commanding officer. "He'll die," he said.

Brown grinned at the man standing before him. “Nicely played.”

Boyd wiped blood from his cheek and without uttering another word, began walking down the trail on his way home to Lakewood. Samuel Boyd's conscience was clear. He had gone to war with the north and himself. Throughout it all, he never fired a shot.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Something is out there

I've got several things on the way this year. Namely Sticks And Stones 2 and my Bigfoot Field Guide. Those will be along later. I'm currently without a computer and unable to work on those for the time being, but don't worry, I assure you that they are coming just as soon as I get it back.

In the mean time, I'm putting the office app on my phone to good use. I'm working on a brand new short that I've wanted to do for years now. One of my all time favorite monsters has always been the werewolf. That being said, I wanted to unleash my own lycanthropic tale but I could never find the right story for it. It had all been done before and I didn't want to rehash the same old stuff. It was put on the back burner to simmer for a while and, at last, the story came.

PROWL is a very dark and very personal story to me. It's me facing one of my biggest fears (and no, I don't mean spiders). A large chunk of my stories serve as a healing tool for whatever's going on with my life at the time. 2014 is still young but it's already been one of the hardest years I've ever lived. On the other side of this fucked up coin, it's been lots of fuel for the creative fire. I'll have the official synopsis up shortly. If you're a fan of my vampire tale, CARCASS, you'll be pleased to know that PROWL is cut from that same, bloody, cloth. I'm working hard on building the tension and making this the scariest thing I've ever created. It's my twisted, evil baby and I hope you guys like it.

Friday, February 7, 2014

Hiatus of Sorts

It's been quiet around here and my Facebook page for a while now. This is just to let everyone know that I'm still alive and kicking (well... alive).

The past month has been pretty rough as far as my health. Dealing with a bigoted doctor's office didn't help things much (long story short, if you're pagan and in Henderson County, North Carolina, don't get sick).

I was supposed to hit the woods this week but that had to be put on hold because I felt too bad to do too much. I hate this crap. All of the projects that I've been working on are still in the works and still set for a 2014 release. Sticks And Stones 2 and Beasts of the Field are coming along. I'll post some excerps soon to whet your appetite.

I wish you all the best and your support is always greatly appreciated. Wish me luck with finding a new doctor and getting back on track.

Talk with y'all soon.

Friday, January 24, 2014

10 Million Dollar Bigfoot Bounty - review

I first heard of this while I was a guest on ZombiePalooza: Dead Again Radio. I was immediately intrigued and just had to check it out. Tonight was the first chance I had to give it a look and get caught up on what I had missed. I'm actually still watching it. What I'm seeing is basically SURVIVOR: BIGFOOT EDITION. The reason for that is simple, this is a game show that follows that format. Teams of "hunters" are given two challenges per episode and at the end, one team is eliminated. Is this what I expected? No. Sometimes that can be a good thing. You get a pleasant surprise and discover something brilliant. That's not the case here.

The teams consist of people who seem to spend more time fighting than bigfooting, not just with other teams but with each other. You also have the so called "Bigfoot Killer" Justin Smeja. Supposedly Justin shot two sasquatches and actually killed a juvenile. According to him, instead of bringing back what would be the single greatest zoological discovery in history, he thought it would be a better idea to bury the body and walk away. Later, fueled with bravado and a touch of fame, he returns to the, now frozen, grave and brings back a clump of hair that was in the general vicinity and claims it was 100% certain from the creature he killed. After testing, the hair was proven to be from a bear and Justin started crying. You can see this on Bigfoot: The New Evidence. So, this is just my opinion, Justin is a hoaxer. Having him on a team such as this dents the credibility for me.

The big problem is the game show format. If producers were serious about this, instead of eliminating people, they should place each team in a known hotspot and turn them loose. Have them spend the duration of the season searching their designated area and if nothing is found, move to a new spot on the next season.

These are just my opinions. You may really like the show and if so, more power to you. I just don't think this is the way to handle this particular subject. I will say, however, it's leaps and bounds better than that abomination that the National Geographic channel aired in which researchers and witnesses were made fun of by a comedian host.

I have had numerous people ask for my thoughts on TMDBB and, as promised, gave it a shot. I am pleased to see that Bigfoot is growing in interest. My hope is that the future will hold more shows that have legitimate interest and take things seriously. In that case, more information will be available for those who want to hit the woods and start their search. I would love to see Bigfoot be proven in my lifetime.

One final note:
The two camps in Bigfooting is kill and no kill. I'm not going into my personal stance on this just yet but if you are on the kill side, see a Bigfoot, shoot it and kill it, DON'T BURY IT AND WALK AWAY! BRING IT BACK SO IT CAN BE TESTED!

Thanks for dropping by and I'll talk with y'all later.
- Charlie

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Coming Back Swinging

I haven't been online for a while. I've been down with this nasty flu and, as usual, back troubles. I want to say thanks to all of you who've checked in on me to make sure that I haven't died and been stumbling through the house like a rotting zombie. Yes to the zombification but no on croaking... I think.

Anyway, my down time wasn't exactly spent being down. I have been working on some new stuff for Beasts of the Field, Sticks and Stones 2 (which WILL be released this year, I promise) and Halloween In Fouke which will be the next entry in my YA series.

On the YA front, A Cold Night In Fouke continues to impress me with just how well it's been received. It's been holding strong on the best seller list since it's release in October. Thank you all for your purchase and reviews. It really means the world to me. Horror fans are the best in the world and my fans are a spectacular lot. Your support in this crazy dream of mine makes life worth living.

In other news, I'm looking to expand a little. As of now, all of my works are sold exclusively through Amazon but I'm exploring other outlets. Barnes & Noble is on my radar and I'm thinking of putting a couple of my titles on the Nook as an experiment. Earlier today, on my Facebook page, I asked readers what they would like to see pave the way. So far the top runners are Sticks And Stones and A Cold Night In Fouke. What would you like to see? If this goes well, my entire catalog will follow and other outlets could happen. I'm going to do some research and, hopefully, have the first one up within the next week or so.

Lots of stuff coming up in the near future. 2014 will belong to the apex predator. Keep close watch for these titles. I assure you, they're watching you from a dark, secluded thicket. Waiting for their moment.

Halloween In Fouke
(A Cold Night In Fouke: Book 2)

Beasts of the Field

Sticks and Stones Part 2

That's about all I have for now. Have a great day/night/timeless purgatory.

Back to watching Wicker Tree for me.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Radio Interview About Upcoming Books, TV Protests and More!

I recently got to do an interview from Jackie Chin. I've done several shows in the past but this was the best so far. We all had a great time and lots of bull was shot about books, cryptozoology, butting heads with a major television network, Star Wars and much more.

Click HERE to give it a listen.