This one is so sweet, I want to tattoo it somewhere on my body! JURASSIC FLORIDA is one of next year’s trio of Hunter Shea’s Don’t F*** With Nature novellas. Here’s a preview of the front cover and back cover copy…
FLORIDA. IT’S WHERE YOU GO TO DIE.
Welcome to Polo Springs, a sleepy little town on Florida’s Gulf Coast. It’s a great place to live—if you don’t mind the hurricanes. Or the flooding. Or the unusual wildlife . . .
LIZARDS. THEY’RE EVERYWHERE.
Maybe it’s the weather. But the whole town is overrun with the little green bastards this year. They’re causing a lot of damage. They’re eating everything in sight. And they’re just babies . . .
HUMANS. THEY’RE WHAT’S FOR DINNER.
The mayor wants to address the lizard problem. But when Hurricane Ramona slams the coast, the town has a bigger problem on their hands. Bigger lizards. Bigger than a mobile home. Unleashed by the storm, this razor-toothed horde of prehistoric predators rises up from the depths—and descends on the town like retirees at an early bird special. Except humans are on the menu. And it’s all you can eat . . .
JURASSIC FLORIDA will be available from Lyrical Press summer/fall 2018. Be kind to your lizards until then.
Oh baby, do I love this cover! Severed Press nailed it. This is exactly the kind of cover I had hoped for when this nasty skunk ape novella first came out with Samhain. Word on the grapevine is the book will be available, in ebook and for the first time PRINT, in the coming weeks. Stay tuned!
As for my other Samhain titles, I’m in talks with an esteemed publisher about getting them all back out in the world. Can’t wait to be able to tell you about it.
So, what do you all think?
Hola from the land of ice and snow. I’ve been shoveling and chopping ice daily for a month now. Still not fed up with winter, even though we’re just a few inches shy of the all time record of 70 inches for a season. I think my parents adopted me from an eskimo family.
The good thing about being trapped in the house is that I have plenty of time to get things done, writing-wise. I’m going over the final page proofs for THE MONTAUK MONSTER, just handed in the sequel to SINISTER ENTITY and I’m on day 3 of working on my next thriller for Pinnacle. I’m hoping this one will induce palpitations and night sweats.
Amidst all this, I was thrilled to see the very first review for my upcoming novella, THE WAITING, over at Horror Novel Reviews. I think I have to put the reviewer, Tim Meyer, in the will or something. The book is a little over a month away, so this was a nice early surprise present.
Here are the tasty bits of the review…
The Waiting is one of Hunter’s best, most personal works to date.
…has all the makings for a classic ghost story.
Hunter’s style implants moving images in your brain that captures your mind, making his words nearly impossible to put down.
This novella has relatable characters, an engaging plot, and a creepy little boy I hope stays inside Hunter’s novella and the hell away from my house. Go read it!
To check out the entire review, click here.
And for those intrigued, here’s a picture of the actual where the phantom boy in The Waiting has been seen on and off for the past 20 years.
OK, time to buy Demi Lovato tickets for my daughter. Life can’t all be ghosts and monsters.
Okay, another round of shoveling, another couple of Motrin. You will not defeat me, Father Winter!
I am comforted thinking about the release of my new novella, The Waiting, in just two months. In just 8 weeks, the snow will be history and I’ll be back in shorts and sleeveless shirts (ala Larry the Cable Guy, my fashion guru). With The Waiting, I’m diving right back into the world of ghosts, but with a twist. This time around the story is real. And it’s not one I got from secondhand accounts. This is the kind of stuff that turns people into insomniacs or ‘day sleepers’.
Let me take things on step further. Here’s a sneak preview from chapter 13. You can pre-order a copy (it’ll be out as an e-book only) at Samhain, Amazon and B&N. Now turn off your EMF meter, bathe yourself in a protective circle of light and read on….
Alice worried constantly about her daughter, but it wasn’t until recently that she considered there might come a day when she would lose her. When she had first arrived at the house, she could feel the hope that crackled in the air. Like all energy, it had come and gone, morphing into something new, in someplace new.
Now the house felt cold and expectant. Her negative thoughts weren’t helping the situation. All of Cassie’s pain and their worry were building a cocoon of despair. Somehow, they had to find a way to break free of it.
Well, today she would try her best to dispel the negativity. Cassie was going to come out of it. Things always get worse before they get better. She knew Brian never left the house without making sure all of Cassie’s machines were pumping and draining away. That meant there was time for a shower before heading downstairs. Better to start clean and new.
When she was done, she wrapped a towel around her hair, put on a nice shirt and jeans and walked down the noisy stairs.
“Good boy,” she said when she saw the half-full coffee pot on the warmer. He made it a little weak for her taste, but beggars can’t be choosers.
Alice had bought a handful of gossip magazines at the bookstore. She wanted to make today a silly girl day, even if Cassandra couldn’t laugh or groan along with her. Then maybe she’d take a cue from Brian and pop in a movie and watch it with her.
As she walked out of the kitchen, she said, “Cassie, honey, you’re never going to believe who Brad Pitt is fooling around with.”
The mug slipped from her hand, bathing the floor and her feet with piping hot coffee. If there was pain, her mind was too stunned to register it.
A small boy sat at the end of Cassandra’s bed. One knee was bent and most of that leg was on the comforter. The other was locked straight, his foot flat on the floor. He looked at Cassie with beautiful, shining eyes and a round face with skin as flawless and smooth as fresh cream.
He didn’t look away, despite the crashing of the coffee mug and her sharp gasp of surprise.
The sun filtered through the window. It bathed him in a diffusion of soft, yellow light.
Alice’s heart raced and her hands began to tremble. She found it hard to keep her grip on the tabloids.
The boy moved with surprising grace, shifting off the bed and seeming to glide to the head of Cassandra’s bed. He bent forward, and Alice lost sight of him for a moment. When he straightened, he smiled, then reached out to the control panel of the infusion pump.
Part of her wanted to yell at him not to touch it. If she thought a real, living boy was in the room with her daughter, she would have.
But she knew what she was seeing was not an actual boy.
The certainty of what she beheld kept her mouth from opening and her legs from propelling her into the room.
She watched him turn his back and walk around the bed until he left the view within the doorframe. She was struck by how quiet the house was. The boy’s footsteps didn’t elicit a single tick from the cranky wood floor.
When he was gone, the infusion pump started to howl. It broke her trance and she walked over shards of ceramic, leaving coffee and crimson-colored footprints in her wake. She was not surprised to see that the boy had disappeared.
She was concerned about the warning chime on the pump. When she looked down, the floor by the bed was covered in a foul-smelling miasma of blood and clots of infected tissue. The drain tube in Cassandra’s stomach had slipped out. Her digestive acids must have flared up, spewing rot and gore from the open wound the surgeon had left until it spilled onto the floor.
The smell was overpowering. She clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from vomiting.
What do I do?
In just 4 days, my novella, Swamp Monster Massacre, emerges from the Everglades. In it, you’ll see why criminals, tourists and skunk apes don’t play well together. It will be available as an e-book through Samhain Horror. The Swamp Monster Blog Tour starts on the release day, Tuesday, October 2nd. The tour itself is going to have 4 (severed) legs and will run until the end of the year. We’re talking between 30 and 40 stops!
The first leg is all set to go, with posts, reviews and more importantly, giveaways. All along the tour, I’ll be giving away signed books, e-books, gift cards, signed stuff and more, so make sure to drop by each stop and enter to win. And pick up a copy of old Swampy or give him a Like. Gotta keep the monster happy. It’s under $3 everywhere e-books are sold.
I’ll announce the other (severed) legs here and keep checking the Signings & Appearances tab for updates to the tour.
(Severed) Leg 1:
Oct 3 : Fictitious Musings
Oct 4 : Lil Gracie Lou Blog
Oct 8 : Horror Author, Jonathan Janz
Oct 10 : Horror Author David Bernstein
Oct 11 : Midnyte Reader
Today is officially celebration day here in the Shea household. Not only is Evil Eternal just a few weeks away from going into print, but I just got the cover for my brand, spanking new novella, Swamp Monster Massacre! This is absolutely the wildest thing I’ve ever written. If you mashed a pulp crime novel with a B movie monster flick, you’d come out with this baby. The Massacre begins in early October. It’s about time someone put the spotlight on Skunk Apes.
Here’s a sneak peek at the cover.