New Release & Cover Reveal: Dark Longings by @WodkeHawkinson
Ruby Hayes spends her days working in a coffee shop and attending college. After a mysterious phone call, her ex-boyfriend Kenny goes missing and Ruby is determined to find out what happened to him. Although the police are looking into his disappearance, Ruby decides to pursue her own investigation. Details, seemingly unconnected to Kenny, begin to emerge. A body fished from the river. A vampire-themed nightclub. A shadowy group whose members include the elite and powerful of the city. Secret gatherings where perverted desires are sated and dark fantasies played out. A series of unsolved murders.
Each clue brings Ruby closer to the truth...and nearer to danger. Will she find Kenny? Or will she herself become prey?
Coming soon to paperback!
For those of you who have been (im)patiently waiting for our next novel, the waiting time is now at an end. We actually started the novel, Zeke, before we wrote Betrayed, Betrayed Alternate-Ending, and Blue, but we were taking it in a different direction than it ended up going. Let me explain why this novel is taking us so very long to finish.
You see, there’s something about our main character Zeke that tended to make us want to ignore him. To put it bluntly, we hated Zeke. He was just so unpredictable. He has more mood swings that Tarzan has vines. Is he good-looking? Yes! Is he sexy? Yes! Is he nice? Well…when it avails him to be so.
So, what was the problem with getting this book finished? Why were we putting this novel off? Well, the fact is, our character Zeke was so absolutely despicable we avoided him whenever possible.
When we finished Betrayed Alternate-Ending, Karen suggested working on a project we both were looking quite forward to writing: a fantasy. But I said, “Hold on. We have something else to do first; don’t you think we ought to pull out that nasty Zeke we’ve set aside for so long?”
She reluctantly agreed, and we began working on our devilish character along with his poor innocent girlfriend. We moved along fairly well and then would lose days when we found ourselves, once again, ignoring the rascal.
Now, I am proud to announce that Zeke is out there, available for everyone to learn to hate as much as we do. Get your copy today at@
Get your today @ http://www.amazon.com/Zeke-ebook/dp/B008J9DH2M/ref=pd_sim_b_5, https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/180705, and http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/zeke-wodke-hawkinson/1112034199?ean=2940014592161
Brook screamed and held her hands in front of her, palms out, pleading, “No, no, no, please don’t do this. All I want is to leave. Please let me go. I'll keep my mouth shut, I swear! Please!” Jase grabbed her jacket and tore it from her shoulders. Her blouse quickly followed, ripped open and torn away like tissue paper from a gift. She dropped to the floor, arms crossed over her bra-covered breasts. Filled with dread, she pulled her knees to her chest and curled into a ball.
“You need help?” Pete asked Jase, excitement lacing his voice.
“Hell, no,” Jase said as Brook huddled on the floor, staring up at him through her hair. He slid his shirt up over his head, revealing a chest nearly devoid of hair. An intricate tattoo of a bizarre creature with a snake’s body attached to a woman’s head ran up from his right nipple around the back of his neck, ending on his left shoulder. “I got this licked.”
He reached down and yanked Brook roughly up by one arm, bruising the soft skin. Seizing a handful of her hair, he pulled her face forward and mashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. Brook gagged and pounded on his chest. Reaching upwards, she tried to pry his hand from her hair.
From somewhere in the house came sounds of fury; things being thrown around, breaking glass, and thuds. Gina muttered expletives just loud enough to be heard.
Jase grinned at Pete, holding Brook easily with one hand. “It sounds like your old lady is having some fun, too. Hand me a blade.”
Brook’s eyes grew wide with terror, and she quickly lowered her hands to her side. “You don’t need to do that. Please.”
With a cold smile, Jase reached back and Pete laid a knife in his hand. Brook struggled to break free, but Jase tightened his grip on her hair and flipped the blade open. “Better hold still,” he sneered, “or I might slip.” Brook froze as he slid the cold metal beneath the front of her bra and sliced though the silky material. The knife did slip, leaving a thin red line below her breast. She cried out.
“Oops,” Jase said in a mocking tone. Then his mood darkened. “You ain’t hurt bad, bitch. I’ve had worse cuts shaving.” He closed the knife and tossed it back to Pete, who opened the blade and wiped it clean on his pants leg before returning it to his pocket. Brook followed the movement with her eyes, wishing she could get her hands on the knife. But she was defenseless.
Covering her breasts with her hands, she begged, “Stop! Please! Don’t do this.”
Jase released his grip on her hair and moved her hands out of the way. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard. “Ohh, yeah!” he said. “Ain’t these nice?”
“Damn right they are!” Pete boomed. He and Benny watched Jase’s moves, their eyes burning with a strange light. Jase lowered his head, and buried his face between her breasts while Benny whooped his appreciation in the background.
Nothing in Brook’s life had prepared her for what was happening. She felt the intrusion of his skin against hers, smelled the patchouli he wore, and felt revulsion crawling inside her like worms. She reacted without thinking of the consequences; she hit, slapped and pushed on his head. Shoving her hands roughly aside, Jase pressed her down onto the mattress, falling on top of her. “Give me back those tits,” he leered and lowered his mouth to her chest.
Lapping at the knife wound, Jase smacked and slurped. “Yummy! Nothing like fresh blood.” With a grin, he stuck out his tongue, revealing the slick red coating. He bugged his eyes at her and laughed satanically.
Our first collection of short stories is now available on Kindle. Catch Her in the Rye is being offered at the very reasonable price of only 99 cents as a means of introducing readers to our writing. The book includes a variety of genres, something for every reader.
The problem with big name publishers is sometimes the content of their selections. When looking for a really good book, most readers turn to the major publishers. After all, bookstores are crowded with books by Simon & Schuster, Random House, Penguin, etc. But, readers should be aware that the major publishers are not the only venue for good books. In fact, much of what qualifies for publishing by the major players are formulaic novels. This is not to say the books aren’t good, but so many of them tend to follow a formula that it sometimes feels they were put out by a literary cookie cutter rather than an author slaving away in the dark of night over a keyboard.
Independent and small press publishers offer another alternative. While some of their books are formulaic, there are also some that branch out into non-predictable zones for discriminating readers. And if you add self-published books, you open yet another world of possibilities. Self-published books have gotten a bad rap; sometimes deserved, sometimes not. Certainly there are those self-published books that should never have made it into print. But there are also gems out there waiting to be discovered.
Whatever genre is your preference, you may be getting tired of the predictable. I know I am. Therefore, I have decided to give self-published books a chance.
Books are expensive these days and any discerning buyer is loathe to lay down hard earned cash on a potential drag of a book with poor grammar, incorrect spelling, lack of plot, and a mishmash of dribble. However, I am so tired of the major publishers tying up the market that I am willing to risk a few bucks to find out what else is out there.
Many readers prefer a smooth easy read. While literary novels have their place, their pages are sometimes filled with the very types of writing our English teachers warned us about. Fragments. Lack of clarity. Disjointedness. Some books are so very “literary” that they are an effort to plow through. While they might be masterpieces of literary merit, they do not resonate with the masses. At least, not until a movie is made from the book. And oftentimes the author’s intent or meaning is so obscure, it’s anyone’s guess what he or she is trying to say.
So, give some thought to trying a self-published book. Just check one out. You might find the worst writing on the face of the planet (although I must say I have found awful writing in some releases from so-called major publishers), or you might find a treasure. Step out of your comfort zone!
The market is crowded with thousands upon thousands of books. When it comes to fiction, it’s sometimes difficult to tell from the blurb whether or not you will enjoy the book. All you can do is try it.
I, for one, am very happy to see the proliferation of self-published books. The publishing industry is not unlike the music industry where a handful of elites at the top make the decisions for the rest of us about what we should like or not like. I prefer to make those decisions myself, in my reading and in my music. That’s why I frequently shop lulu.com and cdbaby.com. It’s time we give independents a fighting chance!