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Today’s guest post is an excerpt from Rebecca Besser’s forthcoming novel Nurse Blood. It’s currently available for pre-order on Limitless Publishing’s website and officially releases on August 23.

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Rebecca Besser 2016Rebecca Besser resides in Ohio with her wonderful husband and amazing son. They’ve come to accept her quirks as normal while she writes anything and everything that makes her inner demons squeal with delight. She’s best known for her work in adult horror, but has been published in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry for a variety of age groups and genres. She’s entirely too cute to be scary in person, so she turns to the page to instill fear into the hearts of the masses.

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Sonya Garret roams the bar scene hoping to steal the heart of an unsuspecting victim—literally…

Sonya, better known as Nurse Blood, is part of a team of lethal organ harvesters who seek out the weak to seduce, kill, and part out forNurse Blood Front Cover profit on the black market. When Sonya meets Daniel McCoy, a young man recovering from a broken engagement, he’s just another kill to line her pockets with quick cash.

Agent David McCoy vows to find out how and why his twin brother Daniel disappeared…

Daniel’s body hasn’t been found, and the leads are slim to none, but it won’t stop David from dedicating his life to solving his brother’s case. When the evidence finally uncovers the shocking truth that Daniel’s disappearance is linked to organ harvesters, David knows his brother is most likely dead. But he’s determined to stop the villains’ killing spree before they strike again.

One last harvest is all Sonya and her team need to put their murderous past behind them…

A family with the rarest blood type in the world is the only thing standing between Sonya and retirement. David McCoy and the FBI are hot on their trail, though, and multiple targets make this the most complicated harvest yet. Will David unravel Sonya’s wicked plans in time to avenge his brother and save an innocent family? Or will Sonya cash in her final kill and escape for good?

Murder for profit stops for no man when you’re Nurse Blood.



The air inside the nightclub was hazy from smoke machines. Flashes of colored light cut through the swirls in beat with the pulsing music that shook the walls and the floor. The atmosphere was alive with movement―a mass of hot, swaying bodies bent on enjoying the moment. A monster waited in the depths of the darkness to bat her pretty eyes at someone and make them her prey.

The door of the establishment swung open to give way to three eager young men looking to have a good time and celebrate. The trio was instantly surrounded by dancing women. They made their way through the press of bodies to reach the bar.

Daniel forced himself not to scan the crowd for his ex-fiancée, April. But she was the least of his worries, as the real danger was a face he wouldn’t recognize.

Roy got their drinks while Hank and Daniel stood at a balcony that overlooked an even larger dance floor below. The smoke was thicker down there, and there were more lights. The dancers looked like they were paying sensual homage to their deity. The air was tainted with the aroma of perfume and alcohol; it burned the men’s nostrils and fueled their excitement for the revelry to come.

Daniel took a moment to text his twin brother, David, to let him know where they would be celebrating their shared birthday. He received a text back from David saying he was still an hour away.

Roy joined them with three shots and three cold bottles of beer, passing one of each to his friends. They downed the shots in one swallow before turning their attention to their beers.

“Dave will be here in an hour or so,” Daniel announced after downing his shot.

“Awesome—we’re gonna have a great time!” Hank yelled over the music.

As Roy took a drink of his beer, a petite, slim blonde grabbed his waist from behind. He jumped in surprise and turned, recognizing the young woman.

She tucked a finger into the front of his jeans, smiled at him, and tugged him away from his friends toward a table with another girl.

Roy looked back over his shoulder at his friends and shrugged.

“That’s Lynn,” Hank yelled to Daniel. “They’ve been seeing each other for a while. And that’s her cousin Trisha—you don’t want to go there.”

Daniel nodded and looked around. The warming effect of the shot was spreading through his body, relaxing him. He felt less paranoid about running into April.

While he was looking over the crowd, a woman caught his eye. She was a tall, slim brunette, and she was beautiful. She was standing alone at the end of the bar. He watched her for a few moments, and when she looked around, their eyes met.

He smiled and looked away.

Hank noticed Daniel’s mild interest. He knew what his friend had been through recently and why he was gun-shy with women.

“Go for it!” he yelled, nudging Daniel. “Have some fun!”

Daniel looked at his friend, took another swallow of beer, glanced at the woman—noticing she was still alone—and shrugged.

Hank laughed and gave Daniel a shove toward the bar, causing him to slam into two people who happened to be walking past. When he turned to them to apologize, he came face to face

with the very woman he was hoping not to run into: April. The man she was with was leaning on her with all his weight while she struggled to hold him up.

Daniel’s heart clenched in his chest and his lungs seized up for a moment. He felt his hand tighten around the neck of his beer bottle. He wanted to slam it over the other man’s head, but he managed to restrain himself. He didn’t want her to know how much the sight of her with another man hurt him, so he put on a brave front.

“Excuse the fuck out of me,” he said with a sadistic smile, raised the bottle in the air like he was toasting them, and then took a big swig of the brew. He was pleased with the shocked expression that spread across April’s face at his harsh greeting.

They didn’t say anything to Daniel, but focused back on each other and moved around him and deeper into the establishment.

Daniel glanced over to Hank, who was grinning from ear to ear.

He smiled at his friend, nodded, and forced himself to put one foot in front of the other until he made it over to the woman at the bar. While he walked he pretended not to notice that April had glanced back at him several times as she guided her drunken man to a table where he could sit down. He was determined to show April she wasn’t the only woman in the world. He was going to prove to himself and her that he was over the breakup.

“Hi, I’m Daniel!” he yelled when he reached the woman, leaning toward her a little so she could hear him as a new song started to play.

“Grace!” she yelled back.

They smiled at each other.

The couple chatted for a while about nothing important, since it was too loud to carry on a serious conversation, and ordered drink after drink as they stood at the bar. Daniel’s emotional tension eased little by little with every drink. He became more and more relaxed, and friendlier and friendlier with Grace. Before he knew what was happening, they were pressed up against each other while they conversed so they could hear each other better.

“Let’s get out of here,” Grace said. She kissed him and reached down between them to rub his crotch.

Normally Daniel would be shocked and uneasy by such a gesture so soon after meeting a woman, but he’d had enough drinks not to care about how respectable she was or wasn’t being.

He nodded in agreement and looked around for his friends, frowning.

“I have to tell my friends I’m leaving,” he said, taking a step away from Grace.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Grace said, rubbing his crotch again. “They’ll figure it out. Besides, you can call them later and they can pick you up from my place.”

That sounded reasonable so he followed her out to the parking lot. The night was clear and felt cool after the heat from the population of patrons inside the nightclub.

They stumbled together through the parking lot and paused to make out, pressed against the side of her car for a couple minutes before they finally separated their bodies to get in.

Daniel had the passenger’s side door open and was about to climb inside when his cell phone beeped, notifying him of a text. He stopped, stood up straight beside the car, and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket by mistake. He reached into his other back pocket and extracted his cell phone. He frowned and squinted to focus on the tiny, bright screen that said David was only a block away.

“What are you doing?” Grace asked.

“I can’t go with you,” he said with a sigh. “Sorry. I—”

He felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck. He reached up to figure out what had hurt him and spun around at the same time, dropping his cell phone and wallet to the asphalt parking lot.

Grace was standing behind him holding an empty syringe.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but you have to come with me.”

He tried to shove her away, but his limbs wouldn’t do what he wanted them to. His legs gave out from beneath him as the world blurred into a black blob of nothing.


Grace shoved Daniel’s tall frame into the passenger seat when he started to fall, smacking his head on the door frame. She quickly picked his feet up from the ground and spun him so she could get him all the way into the car.

She heard laughing as a couple made their way through the parking lot a few rows over, so she didn’t take the time to pick up what Daniel had dropped.

Grace shut the passenger door and ran around to the driver’s side of her car. She scanned the parking lot as she pulled out, not seeing anyone close-by. She’d been careful, watching for people as they’d headed outside, but the distant couple had snuck up on them. Luckily they hadn’t come close enough to see what she was up to. She tensed slightly when she had to pass another vehicle as she pulled from the lot out onto the street, but the man was looking in the opposite direction and didn’t even glance their way.

Once she was out of the parking lot and a couple blocks away, she pulled out her cell phone and called Roger.

“Hey,” she said into the phone. “I have fresh meat…”


©Rebecca Besser & Limitless Publishing, 2016. All rights reserved.

Today’s guest post is from horror author Mark Allan Gunnells. Mark loves to tell stories. He has since he was a kid, penning one-page tales that were Twilight Zone knockoffs. He likes to think he has gotten a little better since then.  He lives in Greer, SC, with his fiance Craig A. Metcalf.

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When Sinister Grin Press first approached me about the possibility of submitting something to them, I was ecstatic. I still feel like that writer just starting out who had trouble getting publishers interesting in his work, so it always thrills and humbles me when a publisher requests to look at something from me.

At the time they asked, I was in the middle of writing a zombie novella called FORT. They said they’d be happy to read it when it was done, but in the meantime I inquired about their interest in a short story collection. That’s not always an easy sell, but to my delight they were enthusiastic about the idea.

So I immediately set out choosing and arranging stories to go into a collection. I have hundreds of shorts so I had plenty to choose from and the hardest part was narrowing it down.

Once that was done, I had to decide on a title. I think titles are important, and the title of a collection should be something that sort of captures the spirit of a diverse assemblage of tales. Only once did I name a collection after one of the stories in the book, and that was just because the title of the story—“Welcome to the Graveyard”—just seemed to fit perfectly. Most times I like to come up with a unique title to sum up the collection.

With this one, I was having trouble coming up with something that felt appropriate. Inspiration came from the unlikeliest of places. My fiancé is a Buddhist and likes to listen to talks given by Buddhist monks. One day he was listening to one of these about the importance of surrounding yourself with people who lift you up and are a positive influence as opposed to being companions in ruin.

COMPANIONS IN RUIN! As soon as I heard that phrase, I fell in love with it. I instantly knew it would make a great title, and it Companions in ruin coverseemed like a wonderful match for this collection. I have received some positive feedback from readers regarding the title, and I’m rather proud of it. And to think, I have a Buddhist monk to thank.

When it came time for Sinister Grin to come up with a cover, they consulted me for ideas. I freely admit I’m not great when coming up with cover concepts, but I gave it a shot. Suggested maybe a group of people that vaguely resembled some characters from various stories wandering through ancient ruins. An admittedly lame idea, so the fine folks at Sinister Grin asked me if there were any stories in the collection that I thought contained particularly striking imagery that could be utilized for a cover. I sent a list of four or five stories I thought might do.

The story they settled on was a flash piece titled “Sentinel”. The tale concerns a couple driving down a deserted road and up ahead they see a figure standing by the road draped in a white sheet wearing a skull mask. It was this image they decided to run with.

Frank Walls was the artist assigned to do the cover, and when I got a load of what he’d done, I have to say I was one happy boy. The startling red of the background in sharp contrast to the stark figure makes for some nice ghastly eye-candy. I have received a ton of compliments on that cover, and my fiancé actually says he thinks it’s the best cover to have appeared on any of my books, and all the credit for that one go to Frank Walls and the Sinister Grin team.

So there you have it…how the title and cover of my newest collection came to be. A pretty good title, if I do say so myself, and a hell of a great cover. Now I only hope the stories within do them justice.

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I’m pleased to welcome Australian author Greg Chapman to my blog today to talk about his novella “The Eschatologist: Post-Apocalyptic”, scheduled for release on January 15.

After joining the Australian Horror Writers Association in 2009, Greg Chapman was selected for its mentor program under the tutelage of author Brett McBean. Since then he has had short stories published in The Absent Willow Review, Trembles, Eclecticism, Bete Noire and Morpheus Tales, comic artwork in Midnight Echo Magazine, and several novellas published by various small press. His debut collection “Vaudeville and Other Nightmares” was published in 2014.

He is also a horror artist and his first graphic novel “Witch Hunts: A Graphic History of the Burning Times”, written by Bram Stoker Award winning authors Rocky Wood and Lisa Morton was published in 2012. It received the Bram Stoker Award for Superior Achievement in a Graphic Novel.

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To me, the end of the world will be a battle between those who have faith and those who don’t.

You only have to look at the current state of affairs around the world to see that path could be right around the corner.

The Eschatologist, my latest piece of fiction, is a survival horror tale which aims to explore the notion that when the end times come, the people who are left behind will fall back on their belief in a higher plan – with disastrous consequences.

In the novella, David Brewer and his family are trying to survive in a world that has been ravaged by an apocalypse on a Biblical scale. Earthquakes, tornados and floods have brought the world crashing down. David doesn’t believe he can keep his family safe because he’s lost faith in himself. When things go wrong and a stranger steps in to do what David couldn’t do, the stranger seeks to force his own faith in God onto David to show him the way. This is the crux of the story.

It’s a test of faith and a bloody one. I wanted to explore how far “believers” would go to protect themselves and their beliefs. Because I think in the end this is what it might all come down to – what you believe in.

The story isn’t anti-religious and it’s not pro-atheism. It sits on the fence, in the grey area between what’s right and what’s wrong and as a writer, I think that’s what makes horror one of the best genres to write for.

Personally, I don’t know how I would go in an apocalypse like the one in The Eschatologist. I think there’s a fair bit of me in David (at least in the early stages of the story), but if tested I think I would fail. Having said that, I’m glad this is a work of fiction, because in the end, not having faith in ourselves (like David), might be what claims us all.

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