Deadly Dominance by Adam Reese and Alexia Vice

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Adam Reese & Alexia Vice have taken DARK to a whole new level!

5 Star Erotica Horror “Deadly Dominance” by Adam Reese and Alexia Vice. Check out this sexy tale of horror and BDSM today! Available on Amazon for $1.99 and free on KU.

****WARNING ADULTS 18+ ONLY****

Graphic Violence, Sexual Content, Language, and Drug Use

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I’m on Wattpad!

I don’t know if any of you guys have used wattpad, but last night I decided to create an account. I figured it’s about time to let these stories in my filing cabinet roam free even if it is chapter by chapter. When a writer gets to the point in their life, where they just want readers to enjoy what they read and not worry about the financial side of it, that’s when a writer can be happy. I figured it’s time to let you guys see what’s stirring up in this messed up head of mine. Hopefully I’ll catch some of you there because I’m really enjoying this chapter by chapter posting. It really helps my creative process as well as understand what readers want. Thanks again for everyone’s support and can’t wait to see your responses to my stories!

 

https://www.wattpad.com/user/WilliamLloyd7

Afterlife: What Happens Next

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Here is the first chapter reveal for my novella. I hope you guys enjoy. This is a second rough draft.

Chapter 1

The bubbles rose from Nigel Dawson’s lips as the ventilator pumped oxygen into his lungs. He opened his left eye feeling the after effects of a possible hangover overbearing the right side of his face. He shielded his eye from the bright haloed auburn and teal lights overhead which waved at him through the surface of the water. Panic washed through his weak heart when he realized he was being contained inside of a pod. The liquid he was resting in was like watered down syrup hindering him from making any sudden strokes with his arms. He pressed his chin against his chest seeing the white tube running into his mouth and deep into his esophagus.

“What happened?” he thought to himself. “Why am I here?”

He sporadically flailed his arms and pulled himself towards the glass as claustrophobia settled into his psyche. The walls were narrowing around him and he struggled to breathe under the water. Thoughts of drowning and suffering echoed in his head, while he tried to find the hidden strength dwindling in his subconscious.

Nigel grasped the slick white tube and wrenched it from his throat. It ripped through his esophagus and throat leaving an aftertaste of built up iron in his mouth. There was a red jelly clouding the end of the tube. He slung it to the side and watched the billowing bubbles of blood rise over his head.

An unsettling moan and croak from the bottom of the pod made him jump. He pressed his back against the wall watching the water lower around him. The air was frigid and a chill ran up his naked body. Every hair stood on end and his muscles tightened against his chattering bones. The right side of his face was burning when he felt the air touch his face. He saw a shadow appear through the transparent glass. Ripples of the liquid rolled down the glass. Nigel leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the cool glass and saw the person toil with the consoles down the hall as multiple lives flickered underneath each stroke of his fingers. He balled his fist and pounded the door with all of his strength hoping the person would hear him.

“H….” He could not speak. His throat was too sore to even say one word. He could feel his numb tongue flop around in his mouth, but he struggled to even flick the tip against his teeth.

The person turned his head slightly from his hunched position as though watching Nigel from afar. Nigel saw the smooth pale white of the person’s head, but the rest of the body was opaque through the murky glass. The man pressed his palms against the table and pushed away walking to Nigel as though annoyed by the interruption. He stared at Nigel through the hazy goo rolling down the inside of the glass. He leaned forward revealing the wicked pearl teeth and gaping eye holes of a skull. The concaved cavity of his nose made Nigel press his pack against the wall in fear. There was no flesh or muscle attached to the bony man. He was a skeleton.

“What’s wrong? Never seen a dead guy before?” the mystery man asked. “Actually, it’s kind of weird that you are conscious… So soon…” his raspy tone slithered into Nigel’s ear.

“Wh…” It felt like sandpaper scrapping the inside of his tonsils as air left his lips. He cringed and looked away.

“Don’t try to speak. There really is no point,” he chuckled. “You still have much to learn about this place, but I wouldn’t worry so much about the obvious struggles you’re experience. You should be more concerned about what’s coming through that door soon.” He nudged his head towards the door at the far end of the hall.

Nigel’s eye widened and he reached for the edges of the glass hoping to find a latch to open the pod. His nails followed every tiny crevice but there was no possible way of opening it from the inside. He gave up and stared at the man outside while slamming his fist against the surface.

“Do you remember anything, Nigel?” the hiss was sinister with an unpleasant tickle to his ears. Nigel closed his eye as a tear rolled down his cheek. “It has been a while since I’ve seen tears in this place. There is something unique about you that I find intriguing.” He scratched his temple with his slender skeletal index finger. “There may be hope for you yet.”

“Nigel?” he thought to himself.

“Forgot your own name? I’m sure your memory will eventually come to, but first you need to realize what happened yesterday.” The stranger glanced over his shoulder towards the round steel doors. “Focus your thoughts on mine. It’s the only way you’re going to escape from this place.”

Red lights flashed in the corners of the room. Nigel watched the shadowy figure glide to the opposite walls behind the pods across from him. He glanced over to the doors as a blinding white light engulfed the hallway.

“Pretend you are still unconscious. If they see that you are awake, escaping that pod will be the least of your worries,” the stranger’s voice whispered.

His hairs stood on end from the nape of his neck down to the back of his wrists. The fright was tumbling in his gut while his chest tightened against the fear of what was to come through those doors. He saw all the pods lined from the panels at the doors all the way to him and even further passed him into the abyss of darkness. Clicks from high heels echoed around him as two shadows appeared in the light. Their bodies were hauntingly curved in the shape of a woman but when they stood next to Nigel’s pod, he saw the charred patches of skin and ripples of blood in the cracks. Frizzy hairs poked from patches on their bald heads, while their eyes were glazed over by a blue haze.

“We’ve collected more of them this week than we have in the last month, Madison,” one of the women staring at all of the pods. “It seems your plan worked to bring in more souls.”

“It doesn’t work if the lost souls haven’t passed into the next life yet, Andrea. We have to wait for judgement on all of these.” Madison cocked her head back. “It could be eternity before the boss sees any of these in his realm.”

“I thought if they were sent to purgatory they were already judged by….

“Shh… Do you want him to appear? If you say his name, we will surely be obliterated into dust. Now, c’mon, we need to retrieve Abigail, Sarah, and John.”

“What’s wrong with this one?” Andrea asked, pointing at Nigel.

“Andrea, stop getting distracted! It’s probably another defected pod. It’s not like he’ll wake up anytime soon.”

The women walked away and continued down the hall. Nigel released a long sigh and peer through the edge of the glass. He peered across the hall but the stranger was gone. He was alone.

“Where are you?” he asked through his thoughts.

“Did you hear that?” Andrea hissed, lifting her chin over her shoulder.

“You’re probably just hearing a dream. Probably some lost loved one or whatever they care about in the life they left behind.”

“Now that’s silly,” Andrea cackled a wicked laugh.

“Here they are. Go ahead and release these two,” Madison said. “Abigail and Sarah.”

Nigel pressed his forehead against the glass and peered down the hall. He saw the two pods that the women were standing in front of. Andrea knelt down and pulled a lever next to the pod and the floor opened beneath it. A golden orange glow resonated from the floor to the ceiling as both pods dropped into the floor, disappearing to the next realm. He watched as two more pods descended from the ceiling and latched to the floor. Clouds of smoke hissed from the hydraulics as the pods filled with the liquid.

“Alright, Joshua should be a few more pods down.”

Nigel saw the stranger glide through the shadows across from him. His sinister grin curled up inside the black of his hood. He watched him until he was at the control panels again fiddling away with the buttons.  Tiny lights flashed at his fingertips as Nigel felt the pod rattle and quake. His body felt weightless as he shot up into the ceiling. He leaned back against the wall and watched the gray tunnel spiral on the other side of the glass door. He stopped in a different chamber. A dim light hung high above multiple floors of spiraling walls, where pods continuously flipped backwards into different tunnels.

His pod moved to the right as the one before him dropped into the tunnel he just came from. The door opened and he was set free from the prison he was locked inside. He reached for the edges of the door feeling the cool air press against his wet face. The right side of his face burned and stung as he left the vacancy of his pod.

He stepped out to the epicenter of the spinning wheel of pods. Overhead he could see more levels of pods spinning and dropping into the room he was in. He waited for the mechanism to stop before he ventured to any of the pods to see if he could find any familiar faces. He jumped over the gap between the center of the room and the platform the pods rotated on.

He gripped his fingers on one of the pods. When he looked inside, he saw a pale man with blue lips. He had a brown beard that covered most of his chin and chest. His hair was greyed above his ears and the tip of his nose was rounded like the tip of a cigar. The floor rattled beneath his feet as it opened another path to a realm. The pod descended into the tunnel and Nigel pressed his body flat against the surface of the pod holding on to whatever crevices he could find.

“It is okay to wander, but don’t get lost. One wrong turn… could….” The stranger’s thought became a distant whisper the deeper he dropped.

“What? Say that again,” Nigel said to himself, but the noise was too loud as the wind whistled passed his ears. The mouth of the tunnel opened as a light engulfed everything around him. He was blinded momentarily by a white light, but the fresh smell of trees and grass filled his nostrils.

Nigel rubbed his irritated eye as he saw the outlandish world where pods fell from the sky like massive droplets of rain. He felt his descent accelerate as the wind blew harder against his back. His face pressed against the glass and clenched his fingers tightly against the sides. He finally crashed against the ground as rocks and dirt flew in the air. Nigel was tossed from the pod and rolled across the grassy hill, where a tree stopped him from rolling over the side. A crater formed around the base of the pod as the door slid open and slimy liquid rushed to his knees.

The man inside was wearing a fancy business suit with a black tie that tucked underneath his black jacket. Between the man’s navel and sternum, there was a ten inch gaping hole raining with blood. His pants were drenched in the thick liquid and his intestines were hanging out of his lower back like thin sausage links latched together. He watched the man’s lungs inflate and deflate on each side of the hole. Nausea crossed over Nigel as he turned away from the ghastly sight and stared out into the distance at the many hills, plains, and rivers that winded in and out of each other.

“What is this place?”

He watched more pods crash into the hills surrounding him as the doors slid open and more bodies walked in the same direction. He watched his dead sidekick walk passed him as the hole healed itself in a matter of minutes. The miraculous sight left him speechless and confused.

He saw a woman with thick scars and bruises wrapping around her neck stumble in front of him from another pod. He reached to help her up but when she whipped her head back, one of her eyes bounced from the socket like a ping pong ball swinging from a rubber band.

“This can’t be right. I’m not supposed to be here,” he said, feeling sick and dizzy. “Am I….” He breathed heavier and shook uncontrollably.

He walked with the man across the glistening rapids that flowed in the river. The water was cool against his legs and his emotions were at ease as he remembered the touch of water against his skin. He saw a pod crash at the peak of the hill ahead and climbed to it. He pulled himself up with the help of underlying branches and thinned bushes. When he reached the top of the hill, he stared over his shoulder to see multiple bodies piling up at the lip of the river. The dead were unable to climb over the steep hill side. He turned to see the door to the pod slide open, but no one walked out of it.

When he peeked inside of the pod, there was a woman’s dismembered body piled on the floor. The ground was stained with her blood from the flush of thick liquid spilling out of the pod. Her arms were flattened at the base of the pile, while her torso rested on top of them. The smooth legs were chopped up and torn to bits as though a shark had ripped into her flesh. Her blond hair was stained with bright red blood and her glazed eyes were ghostly white. He watched her lips quiver as she attempted to speak.

“I… I… I,” she was speaking in his thoughts. Her words were repetitive.

He turned his head and walked away from the door, feeling helpless and unable to control whatever hell he was in. An eerie suction of blood and bones popping behind him made him return to the sight of the woman. Her body was piecing itself back together. Each part of her body attached itself back together and she was able to step out of the pod. She walked towards Nigel and halted for a moment to stare him down. The woman looked to be in her twenties and she was naked from head to toe.

“She was not ready to die. It’s a shame that some women fall victim to evil and land themselves in this place,” the stranger’s voice echoed in his head.

Nigel peered over his shoulders searching for the mystery man that had released him from his imprisonment. “Where are you? What are you talking about?”

“Still having trouble with your memory? You don’t recognize this woman at all?” he asked with a chuckle. “Think really hard about what you saw a few days ago. Maybe you’ll remember a little better if you touch her.”

The woman reached out with her hand. He swallowed hard feeling compelled to receive her. His fingers touched hers and his whole body went frozen. The blood clotted in all of his joints and turned to ice in a matter of seconds. A spiral tunnel of stars and galaxies appeared before his eyes as splotched colors surrounded him. He was pulled back into the living world, where a young girl stood at the bus stop in the middle of nowhere. Nigel looked up at the sign overhead that read: Sin City Las Vegas, Nevada Ten Miles.

“Why are we here?” Nigel yelled, but the woman did not notice him call to the black sky. He walked over to her across the street and touched her shoulder, but his hand went through her body. She moved her shoulders as though she felt a chill. “I am… dead?” The question stabbed at his tongue as he plopped backwards onto the bench. He closed his eyes to pray, but his throat ached every time he made the attempt

Interview with the Awethors Featuring Suzi Albracht

Welcome back to the blog series “Interview with the Awethors”! Today, I have the pleasure of sitting down with the Horror/Thriller author Suzi Albracht. Thank you for joining us today on the second post of our series, Suzi.

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William: I have to say Suzi, “Death Most Wicked”, really brought the chills in my bones. I was just curious to know what was the inspiration behind the story?

Suzi: When I finished writing The Devil’s Lieutenant, I realized that Mikael was such a critical player that he deserved to have his own story told. It was important to the story line of The Devil’s Due Collection that the reader realize that there was more to Mikael than the dark place he was in when he first appeared in The Devil’s Lieutenant. I am very happy with Death Most Wicked and the telling of Mikael’s backstory. To me, he is the real hero, dark as he is now, of The Devil’s Due Collection. Who knows… perhaps he will get redemption in an upcoming book.

William: Mikael seems to have a special place in your heart as a character. Does Mikael Ruskoff play a certain role in your personal life?

Suzi: Mikael’s not a real person except on paper. However, I wish I knew a Mikael Ruskoff. I suppose if I analyzed my construction of Mikael that he is a combination of traits of various men I have met in person or in movies/books. But if I did say that I would have to clarify it to say that each contribution is miniscule. Mikael is his own person almost as he would be in flesh and blood.

William: A character created from the imagination. In my opinion, those are the best characters to have because they can surprise you at any turn. Now, if you could look into the eyes of a criminal, what would their normal life be like? Maybe a certain occupation?

Suzi: Well, that would depend on the nature of the criminal’s crimes and his personality. I think criminals can be personable, and most are certainly smart enough to have great careers. In my horror world, I can see a criminal being a lawyer who is high profile and perhaps has an extravagant personal life. What better way to hide his crimes than to bury them within his clients or perhaps friends who owe him money or favors? One of my “criminals” owns an automobile dealership. In his case, he is a snarky, envious kind of jerk. Having the dealership gives him respectability and the money necessary to hide his other activities and any additional monies he might acquire from his “ hobby”. If he weren’t such a jerk, I’d give him a wife

William: Ha-Ha! You have a point there. So what is your daily writing routine?

Suzi: I don’t have a routine per se. I play it by ear. Some days are writing days, on others marketing rules. And on still others, I will do research or create new photo cards to send out tweets.
I do have somewhat of a routine for writing a book. I start by writing down little snippets on neon colored index cards. I carry a stack of index cards wherever I go so that I can jot down those snippets anywhere I am at the moment. Eventually, there comes a point when I put those cards in order and then into the computer. I’ll juggle and re-juggle them until I get the backbone of my story and a flow of potential chapters. Next, I’ll begin to flesh out and write the stories. That part is euphoric for me. I feel all the emotions the characters experience, smell all the scents, even hunger if they do. It’s like living my own personal story. When I feel I have finished writing the story, I edit or do hand rewrites using my preferred brand of pens in hot pink. Usually, the book will be finished and ready for the last rounds of editing just before I go on a vacation or a long weekend trip so I’ll take it with me to edit whenever I get a down moment. Lastly, I’ll have an intense 3 week period where I will do nothing but reviewing in both printed pages and on the computer, trying to eliminate those typos and missing words. I don’t usually celebrate because I feel a little depressed when a book is finished. I’ll feel that way until a few note cards into starting the next book.

William: From other authors, I have heard the same feeling that once a book is finished it is a bit depressing after finishing a world that you were lost in for so long. Well, more about yourself, Suzi, are there any hobbies you enjoy?

Suzi: Pool, watching TV, going to movies & plays, exploring places on vacation.

William: Jumping off subject for a minute. What are my chances of beating you in a game of pool considering I play rarely?

Suzi: Oh boy, is that a trick question? To be honest, your odds would probably not be good. I’m not a high skilled player at the moment but I am a clutch player. I almost always beat people the first time I play them unless they are a much higher skilled player and I typically win in championships. I’ve been on winning teams and I’ve been on losing teams. One team even went to Vegas for the APA’s Championship. So yes I would probably beat you the first time but I’m sure that with a little practice we could go head to head.

William: Well, maybe one day I’ll have to opportunity to take you on in a match. Ha-Ha! Before we start to wrap things up, is there anyone special that you’d like to shout out to that has been an influence on your career as a writer?

Suzi: That would be Stephen King, of course. Until I read SK, my writing did not have a real direction. William Faulkner has a great impact on my writing as well. Teacher wise, there was a teacher in college who pushed me when no one else did. He wasn’t the first teacher to feel I had talent but he was the one who made me believe in myself. I wish I could remember his name. I can see his face when I think of him but at the time, I was going through some very trying times and names of people from that time period are lost to me. I think he planted a seed that grew without me knowing it.

William: Stephen King is one of my all time favorite authors as well. Last question I have here for you, what advice can you give to readers that are struggling with the negative feedback from peers about fulfilling their dreams?

Suzi: First – Not every piece of advice a peer or anyone else gives you is valid. When someone says something negative about your story or book, don’t get all worked up. Instead, think about what they said. Ask yourself if it is valid or just their opinion. If it’s an opinion, feel free to ignore it. Remember, everyone has an opinion but just because something works for their style of writing does not mean you have to do it too. I hate even saying this but there will be times that you will meet other writers who are jealous and say things just to make themselves sound or look better. Sad, but true, not every troll comes from the outside readers, some reside in the trenches with you.
Second – Rise above the criticism. Don’t fight back against someone who has been unfair to you. It is not worth it and you never know how deep a person will go to get revenge. Instead, believe in yourself and in your work. As long as you know you have done your best, keep writing. You don’t have to be friends with negative people but it’s better not to make them enemies either. You can’t control how they think or what they say so don’t even try. Shake it off as best you can. By doing so, you are not forgiving them, you are supporting yourself.

William: Suzi, I really do appreciate you sitting down and taking the time to answer my questions today.

If you want to check out some of Suzi’s books, she is currently attending a Book Tour: Rocking Awesome! I am tour #1 of the MOST EXCELLENT WORLDWIDE BOOK TOUR – http://ow.ly/Sd9Xh

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Please go to any of the buy links below to check out her novels!

Here are my buy links:
myBook.to/DeathMostWicked
getBook.at/SCORN_KILLS
myBook.to/The_Devils_Lieutenant

Also, Check out her book trailer for The Devil’s Lieutenant:

Author Amazon Page:

Author.to/SuziAlbracht

If you are an author looking to be interviewed for this series, please contact me by email at: lloyd.jr@aol.com

Amni Publishing

WE HAVE OFFICIALLY LAUNCHED! AFTER MONTHS OF PREPARATION WE ARE FINALLY READY FOR YOUR SUBMISSIONS!

Hey, guys! We have finally pushed through months of preparation to put together an awesome team of people that want to help publish your stories! We are currently shopping for Romance/Science Fiction/Nonfiction/Fantasy/Horror/Action Adventure/Mystery. If you are interested in publishing with us, send all information to lloyd.jr@aol.com. Leave your query letter about you as an author and your story. Please leave three chapters for us to review and we will respond back to you if we are interested in your manuscript.

Also, please do not send multiple submissions. We have a 6-9 week waiting period.

Thank you all for making this possible. Share, Like, Reblog. Let all of your author friends know that Amni Publishing is officially open!

Reviews for Authors

I had a post a week or two ago about reviewing author’s novels/stories. If you are interested in receiving a review from me, you can contact me here, or through my email. The criteria I base my reviews on are: character development, plot development, and mechanics. I would be highly interested in helping you. I base my reviews on a 5 star scale.

5 Stars- Amazing, engrossing, page turner

4 Stars- Well written, nice plot

3 Stars- A balance between nice and needs work.

2 Stars- Needs work. Couldn’t finish it.

1 Star- Bored to death, needs editing, and terrible character development. 

That’s my grade scale, and I will also try to balance my likes and dislikes about a novel. Also I mostly review, horror/science fiction/literature fiction/occasionally romance. I am open for more genres, but those are my favorite ones to review. If you have any questions, you may contact me at anytime. It may take a few for me to respond, but I will get to you eventually, and if I don’t. Send me another request after 30 days.

I will post my reviews on the kindle website or which ever website you would like my reviews on. I will have more descriptive reviews on here though.