A Post From the Publishing Void 2
It's that time of year again, the time of year where, if we care, we drive ourselves into frenzies of madness trying to find the perfect gift for those special people in our lives. And you can wind up tearing your hair out in an aisle of Wal-Mart, wondering if That Special Someone would prefer a mug of M&Ms and a teddy bear or a basket of bath bombs and lotions, but we all know good intentions pave the way to Hell, and it's possible you're giving That Special Someone not chocolately goodness or a home spa day but a choking hazard or a really nasty allergic rash. So this year, avoid all the dangers that accompany typical gift-giving, because I'm back with some news about works of mine that are either available now, in pre-order or sweet sweet print, or will be shortly, that just might help you get your list checked off a hell of a lot faster—and, even if they don't, the horrors faced within these pages just might make family gatherings seem a little less terrible by comparison (and if not...well, as the song says, then God bless you.)
(Caution: Some of these gifts not recommended for any pussies prudish or squeamish folks on your list, because if handled by those sorts of people shocked/indignant choking or panic rashes may occur after all.)
For starters, my poem "The Midnight Waltz" appears in Issue 24 of The Literary Hatchet, marking my second appearance in this publication's pages. The online version is available for free download now (perfect if you're broke as fuck, or broke as I am!) on the publication's site, and the print version will shortly be available on Amazon. Past issues are still available as well, including last year's Issue 22, which featured my poem "S— Estate, After" (cheap gift, cheap self-promotional shot).
https://lizzieandrewborden.com/HatchetOnline/LiteraryHatchet/issues.html
If you've previously heard me talk about Death Head's Press's horror-erotica anthology, it was probably as Rope Burns. Well, the book wound up coming out under the title Obliquatur Voluptas, but that's the only change that's been made; it's still chock-full of twisted, sexy, horrific stories, including my own, "The Playroom," which concerns a couple named Max and Erin who move into a new house and gleefully set about converting the basement into their own private sex dungeon, like you do, only to discover they aren't the only ones interested in playing. You'll be titillated, you'll be terrified, you'll be a mix of the two that only you and the book, and possibly a therapist, need know about! Buy it on Amazon here before the censors make it disappear forever:
In the same vein, the delightfully Deranged anthology from Jon Ondrashek and David Owain Hughes blends horror and erotica to showcase a range of kinks the likes of which most normal people never spend a second's thought on in their lives, but which the sicko writers (redundant?) featured within spend many, many thoughts and words on, all in the hopes of entertaining and freaking you the fuck out. My story, "Drippings," is about Allison Lambe, a waxplay enthusiast whose life seems to be looking up when she discovers her new boyfriend shares her kink. But their actions have unintended, extremely unexpected consequences, forcing them to reckon with the creepy, vicious creature their play has given horrific life to. (No, I don't let my parents read my stories, why do you ask?) Not only was the story extremely fun to write, but it was great to work with Jon and David, who really were committed to making the story and the entire collection the best it could be (full disclosure: Jon, David, and I also appeared together in the contributors' list for It Came From the Garage, which you might want to pick up for any motorheads on your gift list if you haven't already). Not only was it a sick twisted joy to work with them on this book, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. The work of everyone involved paid off, and I can't wait for you or someone you love but also kinda worry about to see it. It launches on December 16th, but pre-orders for the ebook are live, and the editors plan to have the paperback launched by December 31st, so you can ring the New Year in right!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B081VH8Z3D
On a slightly less perverted note, my short story "L.A. When It Bleeds" will be appearing in Soteira Press's upcoming anthology Horror USA: California. I'm thrilled to announce it marks the publishing debut of another pair of recurring characters of mine, Mickey Grant and Kali Winters; 2019 has proven to be quite kind to my recurring creations, and I couldn't be happier for them. Mickey Grant is an incubus, which for those of you who don't know is a supernatural creature that lives off sex and sexual energies, who, naturally, has set up shop in this century as a 40-ish writer in sunny Los Angeles, California, where he and his best friend Kali Winters, who pays her bills working at the Leather & Lace adult store and just wants to find the right girl (and to stop walking in on Mickey during his romantic conquests, but she's starting to lose hope on that front), live, love, and try to survive the numerous paranormal dangers that always somehow seem to find them. This time, Mickey's working as a script doctor on a troubled movie shoot and bringing Kali along for the ride: craft services, behind-the-scenes access, starlets and hot security guards. But the fun sours quickly when people begin dying and the pair realize that, once again, a threat dark and magical has to be stopped, as only they can do it. The anthology's on track for release on Friday, December 13th, with pre-order and buying information soon to come! (And no, the pun was not intended, but I can't say Mickey wouldn't appreciate it.)
https://soteirapress.com/upcoming-releases/
I hope to
have other publishing news to share with you very soon; in the
meantime, peruse the provided stores and links, and hopefully you'll find
that perfect gift for the beloved sick fuck on your list (and hey, if
you're the sick fuck in the family or friend group, buying one or all of
these for yourself is perfectly acceptable! As you might've gathered
from the stories teased in this post alone, I don't have a lot of room
to judge somebody else). Happy fucking holidays!
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