I have two stories in this collection of dark tales. Caution, this does contain adult content, so it’s not suitable for a younger audience, and to view it you must have the adult content filter turned off at Smashwords. http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/178855
From the Description: This compilation of paranormal, supernatural, dark and twisted works will have you looking over your shoulder and sleeping with the light on! With over 60 stories from nearly 40 authors and containing short stories and poetry this book offers up something for even the hardest reader to please. 18 and over please.
I have two stories in this Anthology. By Full Moon’s Light and Roses for the Devil.
Excerpts – Safe for all age levels.
By Full Moon’s Light
Something snapped me out of a deep sleep. I sat up quickly, a surge of something I’d call adrenalin if I were human rushed through my body.
The phone rang.
I flopped back down on my bed and sighed. The clock told me it was 10am, my body told me to go back to sleep. I listened my body.
The phone rang again.
I reached for the cell, horrible invention, and managed to accept the call without damaging the phone.
“Kat! Want to go camping?”
“Uh…” My brain wasn’t quite up to speed. It took me a moment for the voice to register. “Cade!” I paused, “What?”
Kat helps her hunter friend Cade take on a dangerous werewolf, but will she be able to hide her secret from him one more time?
Roses for the Devil
Thorns tore long gashes down Verilyn’s exposed arms and shredded her clothing. The hot coppery smell of blood mingled with the musty, rotting leaves as she dragged herself through the dirt.
Verilyn gagged as the coppery, bitter taste coated the back of her throat. It covered other tastes – wheaty beer, vodka, expensive wine – vomit. She swallowed bile and put one hand forward, not even feeling the bite of fallen leaves anymore. She didn’t bother to untangle her hair from the rose bush, simply pushed forward, one hand, one knee after another, as she tried to escape. There was no path through the rose garden. It had grown wild, only cultivated around the mansion. No way out but the front gate. The roses were a better deterrent than walls, meters thick in places, wild, hungry for blood.
Is survival worth Verilyn’s soul?