#BookReview: Starving Ghosts In Every Thread by Eric LaRocca #amreadinghorror

***Thanks for the free copy in exchange for an honest review***

Teddy has a secret….

She’s so consumed with guilt that it compels her body to literally unravel unless she feeds off the emotions of others. Teddy’s parasitic condition is usually tempered easily and is invisible to most, unless she feeds from them. However, her insatiable hunger has already begun to threaten her safety. Trapped in her tiny Connecticut hometown thanks to a careless mistake which cost her a prestigious scholarship, Teddy grieves her father’s death and cares for her neurotic mother, Mercy, who is convinced scorpion venom is the only remedy for her own peculiar skin ailment linked to her daughter’s sadness.

Once an aspiring songwriter, Teddy now merely alternates between shifts at the local market and visits to the house of her eccentric neighbor, Mr. Ridley, for fresh scorpions to bring to her mother. It’s during one of her routine visits to Mr. Ridley’s subterranean grotto of exotic animals that Teddy meets an unusual young girl named Kiiara. Immediately enamored with one another, Teddy soon discovers that Kiiara is hiding a gruesome secret, too – a secret that will threaten to undo everything Teddy has ever known and loved, and violently touch all those who cross their path with disaster.

I enjoyed this fast-paced novella. The author was great with setting details. The book was character-driven focusing on Teddy and Kiiara. The drama was interesting. Since there was no horror (for me as a reader) until the very end of the story, I couldn’t tell if this story was literary, horror, or fantasy. Whenever Teddy could read a person, part of her skin would coil. Was this just in her head? Was she the only one this happened to? Was this a fantasy world? A normal world? I couldn’t tell, but those questions not being answered didn’t stop me from liking the story.

My favorite lines: 1) “I often feel lost, even to myself.” 2) “Everything I’ve lived, I’ve lived through other people. I’ve convinced myself that their stories, their troubles, their passions were mine.” 3) “The thing I’ve so desperately tried to convince myself otherwise is true–people know.”

The ending was pretty intense. The very last scene I felt for Teddy. It was a lasting impression of what she did after making her mom go to the neighbor’s house. I thought about it long after finishing the novella, which I gave props to the author for writing a compelling drama.

I RECOMMEND this book to read.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#BadMoonRising The Ballad of Mrs. Molony by C.S. Boyack #IndieAuthor #Paranormal

Check out this blog if you love celebrating the spooky season! C.S. Boyack has a new book out called The Ballad of Mrs. Molony. If you love paranormal, the book is on sale for .99c!!!

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Yawatta

Books and Such

Welcome to the first day of Bad Moon Rising!  Having been a fan of horror/paranormal/supernatural books and movies from a very young age (blame my dad for letting me watch some shows at a questionable age), I look forward to hosting this event every year.  Today’s author is known for his wildly creative speculative fiction novels and is here today with his newest book that released this week!  Many of us are familiar with Lizzie and the Hat, and The Ballad of Mrs.Molony is the third in the series.  C.S. Boyack is in the house!

Thanks for having me back, Teri. I look forward to Bad Moon all year. October is kind of my month, and I enjoy learning about all the other author participants.

Seems like I’m always the one to break the rules, so I’ll try to follow them as best I can. It’s a lot of…

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Urban Legends Getting International Love! Plus, My Personal Guest Post On #BlackLivesMatters!

Sorry, I haven’t been blogging lately. I feel like I’m off and on, which can be a good thing. It means I’m working hard on my writing/art projects. Since it’s October–Spooky Season (woo hoo!!!)–I plan on blogging more to celebrate the countdown to my favorite holiday, Halloween.

I want to thank Deborah J Miles for giving my newest release, Urban Legends, a chance. It’s always cool to see my sales dashboard go international 🙂 Right now, I have readers in the US, UK, Denmark, Australia, and Canada. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

Not only did Deborah J Miles give my book a review, she also let me share a personal experience of racism I dealt with at work years ago. It took a lot for me to be vulnerable sharing this…If you want to check out my guest post and check out her book review on Against the Flow Press blog, then please click on the link– Book Review: Urban Legends by Yawatta Hosby

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Yawatta Hosby

Twisted Obsession Getting International Love!!! #bookreview #amreadingsuspense

I’m on cloud nine. Being an author with a back list, it’s always great when your old books get love and attention. I published Twisted Obsession back in 2016, and it’s still one of my favorites. I used my middle name for Finia. Plus, the setting was my old childhood home. This story will always have a special place in my heart.

“The atmosphere throughout the entire novella was stifling, creepy and just hung with a sense of foreboding. It is pretty much a dark, twisted tale throughout the whole thing.”–Kimberly Wolkens

I was excited to see the 5-star review on Ginger Nuts of Horror from Kimberly Wolkens! If you want to check out what she said, please click the link: Book Review: Twisted Obsession by Yawatta Hosby.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Have you had a gun pointed at your face? Because I have.

Hello, I’d like to welcome my special guest, Stephanie Evelyn. She’s an author and artist. Someone I admire 🙂 Last month I had the pleasure of being a guest on her blog to discuss the Black Lives Matter movement. I wish I could say things are getting better but…just today, I had to hear a disgusting conversation from “religious” people how it’s sad the treatment of police officers at the moment. No condolences for people getting executed. Then they called the white teenager who killed two protestors a “hero,” joking they’ll have ammo ready too. I swear one day I’ll move out of West Virginia. It’s too painful living here.

Please read Stephanie’s take on Black Lives Matter. I love that she’s an ally 🙂

I want to thank Yawatta Hosby for taking the time to collaborate with me, having the courage to open her heart, and having wisdom to share. I had the pleasure of interviewing Yawatta on the topic of Black Lives Matter. A link to the interview is at the end of this post.

Yawatta then invited me to guest blog and to provide my insight on the Black Lives Matter movement as a nonblack person of color. I am Mexican American and while our experiences from our black brothers and sisters differ, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. While Latinos are also the targets of police brutality, the extent at which the black community is demoralized and stripped of their humanity, I still cannot fathom.

I cannot begin to imagine what it’s like to be black. What it’s like to be a black mother, fearing for her child’s life…always and forever. What it’s like to be a black father, fearing that you may not live to see your child grow up and fearing that your child may not live to grow up. I can only begin to understand infinitesimally and it’s not because I don’t want to understand. It’s because I am not black and I will never be able to live the experiences that my black brothers and sisters have had to endure.

Here’s what I do know. When I was twenty-two years old, a white male police officer in San Jose, California pointed a gun at my face, finger on the trigger. Why? There’s two sides to every story right? I am here to say, WRONG. There are not always two sides. Let me say this, this is the one and only time a gun was pointed at my face in my life. I am alive to tell you this but if I was black, chances are I wouldn’t be.

I was twenty-two years old and a student at University of California, Santa Cruz studying to get my B.A. My parents lived in San Jose, just a forty five minute drive from my college. It was summer so I was visiting home. My friends and I were at a party that night and they asked me to drive them to the liquor store five minutes from the party. I did. I drove down the street, stopped at a red light, turned when it was green, and drove into the parking lot. It was already coming up on two o’clock in the morning (nothing ever good happens after two indeed.) Does that mean I deserved what I got? Maybe I shouldn’t have been driving at two o’clock in the morning, even though I had nothing to drink and had a valid license to drive.

I parked my car in front of the liquor store and as I looked up to see that it was closed, a police car sped through the parking lot with lights flashing and parked behind me. There was a male office and a female officer. They got out yelling as I sat in my car confused. I went to grab my license and registration but my friends, Latinos as well, yelled at me to not move. They knew the drill because they were Latino men but as a female, I really didn’t know the drill.

The white cop didn’t like that I took my wallet out and he pulled his gun out, eyes blazing, and pointed it at my face. If this has never happened to you and then it did happen to you, what would you be thinking? Doing, feeling? I really can’t tell you how it felt at that moment. I was confused and I didn’t know why they came behind my parked car in a parking lot.

The male officer asked me to get out of the car so he could handcuff me. I did what most people might do, I asked what I did wrong and why I was being handcuffed. The Mexican female officer, yes you read that correctly, said to me, “Why were you running?”

Huh? Running?

“What are you talking about? Running from what?”

These two adults in uniform then proceeded to tell me an elaborate tale in which they put their lights and siren on half a mile back and I gunned it and tried to outspeed them. It literally did not happen. Their story did not exist in reality but that didn’t matter. They had guns and I was handcuffed.

I obviously got let go and didn’t die. This is the one and only time a gun was pointed at my face. Do I hate the police officer that pointed a gun in my face? No. Do I hate “All Lives?” Of course not, why would I? I do not think that police officers deserve to die but I do think some police officers believe that black people should die. They have proved that with their actions.

Do blue lives matter? Yes.

Do all lives matter? Yes.

Do children’s lives matter? Yes.

Do animals’ lives matter? Yes.

Now, let’s get this right and start to make right. Black Lives Matter and that statement is not some carefully fabricated argument to rebuttal the rest of the world on. Let me ask this, when the slogan “Black Lives Matter” did not exist, why weren’t people saying blue lives matter or all lives matter? Why do people feel the need to oppose the slogan Black Lives Matter with something at all? The reality we are living is that police officers are killing the black community when they are asleep in their beds. What are the two sides of that story? We don’t know Breonna Taylor’s because she was asleep.

And people want to take that opportunity to explain all the possible reasons the police had to murder her. Ask yourself if any of those reasons equated to Breonna Taylor deserving to die. Now multiply this, rinse, and repeat.

I thank Yawatta Hosby for giving me the opportunity to share my thoughts even though my thoughts are not significant enough to create the change that I want to see in my lifetime. The only thing I can give is the destruction of my silence. I wish I could give more.

And to everyone out there who is tired of hearing Black Lives Matter, just remember, the black community is tired of getting murdered.

It devastates me as a human being, that we have the intelligence and courage to travel into outer space, to strive to find cures for the deadliest diseases, but we are not willing to stop killing off our black brothers and sisters. Black. Lives. Matter.
Check out my interview with Yawatta Hosby here.

 

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Yawatta Hosby

 

Thanks #FrightGirlSummer for the Shout Out!!! #WomenInHorror #SupportWomenofColor

I want to thank V. Castro for letting me be a guest on the website, Fright Girl Summer. It’s great how they love to support women who write horror! I like how the genre is gaining in popularity 🙂

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She was nice enough to let me post an excerpt of Urban Legends; plus, my author bio is in the Black Voices Matter section of the website. I’m so excited and very grateful. I can’t believe my shy-self is getting my name out there.

They’re currently looking for books and authors to feature, so if you have any suggestions or want to be featured yourself, please contact them. They’re nice ladies!

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Yawatta Hosby

Urban Legends Is Here!!! #newrelease #indieauthor #amwritinghorror

I met my deadline and published my new horror novella, Urban Legends, this week. Yea me!!!

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Gruesome murders, resembling urban legends, take place in a small college town. Wilk, Elena, and Wayne grow suspicious of their Urban Legends professor when their best friend, Savannah, is found dead in her dorm room with ‘Aren’t You Glad You Didn’t Turn on the Lights?’ written in blood on the mirror. Is Professor Stevens a deranged serial killer? Or just a creepy dude? They must find out the truth before they become the next victims.

EXCERPT FROM URBAN LEGENDS:

The shady looking desk clerk with shifty eyes handed him back his driver’s license and credit card. “Sweeney Todd, please enjoy your stay here. Starting at six a.m., you can eat our complimentary breakfast in the lobby.”

Sweeney Todd stood at the hotel’s front desk in sunglasses, a navy blazer, and combat boots. He smiled and put his cards into his leather wallet. “Thank you.”

Popluck was a town, located five miles from the annoying college town of Independence. Popluck didn’t suffer from tourists. Less people meant less chances of being spotted.

He stepped into the elevator. Men wearing business suits and a few casual couples already stood inside it. He pretended to text on his iPhone, so as to not bring attention to himself.

With no overnight bag, he strolled down the hallway, as the lights flickered on and off, until he reached Room 24. He didn’t plan on spending the night. Why stay in a roach motel when he had a cozy bed at home he could sleep in?

After letting himself in with the card key, he switched on the lights. His gaze scanned the room–a king-sized bed with cheap linens, a dusty dresser with a busted television, a broken remote, a blinking alarm clock, and a carpet covered with black spots.

He sighed and closed the door. When he plopped down on the bed, he texted: Room 24.

I’ll be there shortly, came her reply.

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Yawatta Hosby

Urban Legends Cover Reveal!!! #amwritinghorror

COMING SOON:

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I really want to thank my beta-readers, Tomeka and Penny, for reading my earlier draft to help me see if Urban Legends was scary enough. I also want to think the Weekend Writing Warriors and my other blogging friends who took the time to support my writing. Also, thank you Chrys Fey, my editor. Her developmental notes really helped me add more mystery to my horror novel.

I hope you guys are excited for Urban Legends because it’s coming soon!

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Book Review: Beautiful, Frightening, and Silent by Jennifer Gordon #GNOH

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***I received a free copy from Ginger Nuts of Horror***

Adam, a young alcoholic, slowly descends into madness while dealing with the psychological scars of childhood trauma which are reawakened when his son and wife die in a car accident that he feels he is responsible for. After a failed suicide attempt, and more group meetings that he can mention. Adam hears a rumor of a Haunted Island off the Coast of Maine, where “if someone wants it bad enough” they could be reunited with a lost loved one. In his desperate attempt to connect with the ghost of his four-and-a half year old son, he decides to go there, to Dagger Island, desperate to apologize to, or be condemned by, his young son. Adam is not sure what he deserves or even which of these he wants more. While staying in a crumbling old boarding house, he becomes involved with a beautiful and manipulative ghost who has spent 60 years tormenting the now elderly man who was her lover, and ultimately her murderer. The three of them create a “Menage-a-Guilt” as they all come to terms with what it is that ties them so emotionally to their memories and their very “existence”.Beautiful, Frightening, and Silent is a poetic fever dream of grief, love, and the terrifying ways that obsession can change who we are.JENNIFER ANNE GORDON is a professional ballroom dancer by day, and a curly haired neurotic writer by night. She is an actor, a traveler, a photographer, a lover of horror, and a dog mom. Beautiful, Frightening and Silent is her debut novel.

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I loved the title of this book. It was poetic, and I appreciated the author’s efforts in her debut novel, but it just wasn’t my cup of tea. Just because ghosts are mentioned doesn’t mean a book should be in the horror genre. I wouldn’t even really call it a paranormal romance, maybe contemporary drama…

My favorite parts of the book were the flashback scene of the car crash and Adam’s downward spiral before going to the haunted mansion. Once he arrived on Dagger Island, I was confused on what was going on plot-wise. The ending definitely left me confused. I ended up with questions that left me frustrated as a reader. Why was the son hiding? What was so special about “mother’s” room? Did these people already know their fates? Etc, etc, etc

My favorite lines: 1) Anthony grew up with the reality of a haunting, the same way other children grow up with the facts of grass being green and snow being cold. 2) She hears the rattling of death, climbing out from the deepest parts of his lungs each time he exhales 3) Somethings, even uninvited, come back to stay.

To read the rest of my review, please check out Ginger Nuts of Horror 🙂

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Thanks Horror Writers Association For Giving Me A Shout-Out!!!

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I’m one of those annoying people that celebrate their birthday for the whole month. Hey, at least I’m self-aware lol. When Linda D. Addison approached me to be featured in the Horror Writers Association for The Seers’ Table July 2020 edition, I jumped at the opportunity! A good start to my birthday 🙂

I want to thank Linda D. Addison, and I also give a big thank you to Ed Hoornaert. Please check out the link to see me and other talented authors: The Seers’ Table July 2020.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby