Guarding the Healer by Gabriel Beyers

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When Silas Walker is endowed with the power to heal, he soon discovers that no gift comes without a price.

A man possessed by an ancient evil is taunting the healer with photos of victims brutally murdered and marked with the crude image of an angel . . . and for Silas the slain are growing more familiar.

After he is given an ominous warning and an unbearable ultimatum, Silas sets out to draw his enemy away from those he loves, and discover the true purpose of his gift, which leads him inexplicably to a troubled young drifter named Tommy.

The Stalker is close on the healer's trail, bringing with him an army of demons. Silas's only hope rests in the hands of a guardian angel he doesn't even know exists.

The Guardian is doing all within his power to save the healer, but he is certain Silas is heading into a trap. Time is running out. War is at hand.

But there is no turning back.

For even an angel can't alter a man's destiny.

Bio: Gabriel Beyers lives in Bloomington, IN with his wife, two children, and two lovable yet destructive dogs.

You can find his stories haunting such publications as Midnight Times, The Edge of Propinquity, Cat Tales 2, and a few others. He has worked many years in construction and it is still in his blood. He is always looking for a new project around the house. Someday, when he can find the time and money, he'll start tinkering with marine aquariums again.

Gabriel's novel, Guarding the Healer, is his first adventure as an "indie" author. While most of his work tends to have an element of the strange to it, it isn't fair to describe everything he writes as simply Horror. A nice blend of genres tends to make a better novel.

Excerpt

The train house had been abandoned for years, but was no less inhabited than a corpse infested with grave worms. Nothing protruded from the plain rectangular building except a small covered porch with limestone columns supporting the tattered eve. Tall slender windows, with ancient glass full of runs, circled both the top and bottom floors. The paint had at one time been a bright yellow, but most of it had peeled away to reveal the rotted wood siding underneath. The columns were hidden in a thick mat of poison oak that vomited its web up over the roof. The dirt road leading to it and the railroad tracks before it were both long unused; the forest had reclaimed the ground, threatening to swallow the train house, as it had the few orphaned houses that were now little more than piles of debris. What had once been the center of travel in Belmount, Indiana now stood dark and silent like a fallen soldier, forgotten by the world.

Nassarius waited for the three young men to emerge from the trees.

Eli Morris, Bill Carter, and Frank Burlin.

They were close now. He could feel them coming. The leaves crumpled and the small brush cracked. He caught their scent in the air; heard their hearts pound in arguing rhythms. Then they emerged, creeping from the forest as clandestine as mice trying to avoid the owl, and scampered onto the porch of the derelict train station. There were two more already inside – a feral beast named . . . Rick Babeneau, and a tiny, frightened child named . . .Sierra Wettel.

Nassarius made to follow the young men, but stopped. Something else was coming.

Out of the trees came several dark shapes, moving with the stealthy pace of hunting lions, and when Nassarius saw them, he understood why he had been called to this place.

The dark creatures were fashioned as men, except for the enormous wings protruding from their hips. They were as black as obsidian glass, with no features – eyes, ears, mouths – other than their basic shape. The grass didn’t crinkle beneath them, the leaves didn’t sway at their passing, neither did they create a breeze by their movements. The light of neither the moon nor even the sun gave them a shadow, for that was their nature.

The Fallen. Demons. Shadow Angels.

Interview with Gabriel Beyers

What will readers like about your book?

Guarding the Healer is a nice blend of horror and suspense combined with Christian mythology. The main character isn't just in physical danger, but also must fight through emotional and psychological dangers as well.

Why did you self publish?

I spent a great deal of time learning how to travel the traditional path. I got some serious looks from agents, but they passed because it wasn't what they were looking for. I grew more and more frustrated by the breakdown of the whole system, and the obstinate stance publishers were taking to the problems. With self publishing I could take my book to the readers -- instead of the gatekeepers -- and let them say if it was good or not.

What is your writing process?

Before my two kids came along I would try to write 2,000 words a day. Now that I'm a father, I just try to write when and where I can.

How long does it take you to write your first draft?

Typically between three and six months.

What inspired you to write this particular story?

One day I got to wondering what guardian angels would think about the people they protect. What would they say about us? How would they feel about the job entrusted to them? What if the angel had to guard someone very special; someone with an important task to accomplish. That's where Guarding the Healer came from.

Flirts! 5 Romantic Short Stories by Lisa Scott

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Flirts! 5 Romantic Short Stories to squeeze into your busy life. Fun, flirty, sweet and sassy-always with the perfect happy ending.

Each story is 8,000 to 11,000 words in length (approximately 32-44 typical book pages in length. 53,000 words total, or 210 typical book pages.)

The stories include:

"The Hot Girl's Friend"
How can a plain Jane find love when her best friend is a curvy blonde man magnet?

Jane usually busies herself during a night on the town, fending off the men lusting after her gorgeous friend Miranda. When Brady the bartender overhears her inspired, ludicrous excuses, he resolves to hook up Jane with his friends. But Jane would be quite happy with him. Pine along as Jane tries to find her own happily ever after.


"Wrong Place, Right Guy"
She's in the wrong place at the wrong time. Can the guy who saves her be Mr. Right? Or will his past keep them apart?

When Kristen is jumped in a parking lot, Tony jumps in to save the day. While she thinks her hero could also be her heartthrob, Tony's worried his past is reason to stay apart. Will the good guy get the girl in the end?

"Not You"
One night with a stranger...gets even stranger the next day.

Single, lonely Carly thinks the best way to handle her mother's third wedding is by throwing her own bachelorette-party-for-one the night before. What's the harm in her first one-night stand ever? She'll find out the next day.

"Desperately Seeking Cupid"
Does she finally have the key for finding love?

Brianna has tried everything to find love-with no luck. So she's turning to feng shui to bring romance to her world. Too bad the guy she's after thinks its bunk. Will her formula for love work-or blow up in her face?

"Never Been Dumped"
It's a relationship with an expiration date and it's going to go bad.

Rachel hates breaking hearts. She's never been dumped, and she's tired of being the one to walk away. But a handsome stranger in town for the summer promises he'll dump her after their summer fling. Will they be able to say goodbye?

Flirts! Five Romantic Short Stories to make you smile and swoon-buy the collection now for 2.99 or buy single stories for .99 each. Look for Beach Flirts! 5 Romantic Short Stories due out in late summer 2011.

“The Hot Girl’s Friend” By Lisa Scott

A night out with Miranda always ended in one of two ways: either she found this week’s love of her life right off the bat—and I caught an early cab home for a night of popcorn and bad cable reality shows; or I spent the entire evening fending off the smitten males whose pheromones went on high alert the moment her big toe entered the room.

This night was going in the direction of option number two; I didn’t see any hot prospects at first glance. McGinty’s Bar was the place to be in Springfield, Massachusetts on a steamy Saturday summer night. The place was packed, with the crowd spilling out onto the back patio and the music thumping at a gotta-shout level. All eyes turned to the door when she walked in. A path cleared as six-foot tall Miranda, with her platinum blonde hair hanging past her curvy hips, wiggled her way onto the dance floor.

I followed, because she couldn’t get her groove on without me. I’m a better dancer than her and she stole all her moves from me. It’s true. I’ve got that going for me at least—not that anyone noticed her five-foot-four dark-haired friend with the thick ankles. Her shadow certainly swallowed me whole, but hey, not everyone wants to be in the spotlight. Suited me just fine.

We boogied to the hip song of the moment and soon enough, a few gutsy gals left the security of the tables scattered about and joined us. Then the drunker of the men crowded the floor, probably wondering if they should shoot for the top and approach Miranda or pick one of us “lesser” girls, like they could flatter us into bed by flirting with us first. For the most part, men at bars are idiots. Newsflash, I know.

“You with the hot chick?” a short, curly-haired guy asked, bumping his hip into mine in some pretence of a dance move.

I bumped back hard enough that he had to catch his balance. “If you mean the tall blonde, yes I am.”

Out came another bad dance move, with him jiggling his hands like he was shaking a martini. “She available?”

I shook my head and gave him the bad news. “Not exactly. She starts her prison sentence tomorrow. This is kind of a last hurrah.”

His bushy eyebrows scrunched as he recalculated his plan of attack, not quite ready to give up the chase. Perhaps prison stripes are a turn on for some guys. I shrugged. 

 “I suppose she could use a pen pal. Although her ex might be writing to her, too. He seems to have gotten over the whole stabbing thing. You really only need one testicle, right?” I boogied away from him and started getting my excuses ready for the string of men who would soon be lining up to meet the second most appealing woman in the bar—the hot chick’s best friend. Always a good girl to know when trying to make your move. At least, that’s what the men seemed to think.

About Lisa Scott

Lisa Scott is a former TV news anchor who now enjoys making up stories instead of sticking to the facts. She's worked in Bangor, ME, Rochester, NY and Buffalo, NY. She lives in upstate NY with her husband, two children, dog, cat and koi fish. When not writing, she works as a voice actor narrating everything from children's books to corporate tutorials.

Just as she enjoys reading a wide variety of genres, she writes in different genres as well. Romance and middle grade fiction are favorites. She's an avid gardener and has had essays published in The Ultimate Gardener and The Ultimate Bird Lover books.

Interview with Lisa Scott


N.L. Earnshaw: What will readers like about your book?

Lisa Scott: These are fun, flirty, sweet romances.  Each one is between 9,000 and 12,000 words, so they're great for lunch breaks, kids' sports practices--when ever you've got a little spare time.  Sometimes, I want to do some reading, but don't want to start a whole novel.  Short stories like these fill that need.  They're like yummy little candy bars.  One taste, and you'll probably want another!

N.L. Earnshaw: Why did you self publish?  

Lisa Scott: I like the control, the speed with which you can publish, and the ability to offer titles that traditional publishing might not consider. (Like a collection of romantic short stories.)   Right now I'm working on the next batch:  Beach Flirts!  The collection should be out in August.  Couldn't do that with traditional publishing.  However, I do have a novel under consideration with Harlequin, so I would love to have a foot in both worlds.

N.L. Earnshaw: What is your writing process? 

Lisa Scott: I'm a big fan of "do it when you can!"  But I write really well when I start the day with a walk to clear my mind and get the story flushed out.  Then I get home and write 2,000 words or so.  I need to get the beginning perfect before I can move on.  (Then, in the middle when I'm convinced the story isn't good, I can look back, re-read the beginning, and fall in love with the story again.)

N.L. Earnshaw: How long does it take you to write your first draft? 

Lisa Scott: I hate first drafts.  I love the polishing up stage.  But for a short story, I usually ruminate on it for a few days, spend a week or two writing it, and then polish it up over the next two weeks while working on the first draft of the next story.

N.L. Earnshaw: What inspired you to write this particular story?  

Lisa Scott: I love writing short stories and wanted to put out a collection, rather than just a few at once.  (And it was fun to link the stories together with a loose thread.)  Some of these stories are inspired by people I know, like "Never Been Dumped."  I have a friend who has never dumped a guy, and was hesitant to get in another relationship because she figured it would end ugly again.  "Desperately Seeking Cupid" was inspired by my interest in Feng Shui.  





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If You Go Into The Woods by David Gaughran

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Two creepy tales in a world that’s not quite right. 

If You Go Into The Woods  

Eight-year old Jiri Beranek is drawn to a nearby forest, captivated by birds hidden high in the trees. Each time he enters, his desire to see the mysterious creatures is checked by his fear of the dark. When he finally forces himself to go farther, he finds a new reason to be afraid. 

Plus bonus story:            The Reset Button 

Linus Eriksson, a divorced bachelor living alone in his small one-bedroom apartment, is a man with a memory problem: instead of not being able to remember anyone, nobody can remember him. These two short stories have a combined length of 4,000 words, or around 16 book pages.

From the Trailer Park to the E.R. by Matthew Carpenter

Not so typical stories from the emergency room. Uses humor to detail the ongoing and increasing problem of emergency room abuse. Contains short stories as well as generalized thoughts from emergency nurses.

The Chase by Sally A Wolf

He has found her again the mysterious man who had stalked and released her every year on her birthday but this time is different.

About Dating my vibrator

Dating My Vibrator and other true fiction is a collection of nine true and almost true short stories all based (unfortunately) on my own experience: dating, divorce, desperation—all that good stuff. After nineteen years of marriage I was thrust into a brave new world of dating: online, offline, standing in line, listening to lines. And I have survived to tell these tales. CAUTION: if you’re contemplating divorce, these stories may convince you to consider marriage counseling. If you’re out there dating, chances are you will relate. OMG! Here’s a scary thought: maybe you’ve met some of these guys. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. Joe Konrath gave it 5 stars and says, “Pure Comedic Brilliance.”

Synopsis:
The elders teach, that our ancestors walk by our sides all the time. Mostly, they lend the whispered voice of wisdom and support. When those ancestors are not-healed, the whispers bring anger, fear, aggression. Those whispers creep insidiously into the nooks of our lives, changing who we are into something we no longer recognise. We look into the mirror and wonder who we have become. Why did we say this, or do that? 

This is the case for Carly, an uneventful twenty-something, who works in an office, plays softball and likes to drink beer with friends. Then she begins to find herself making comments that are out of character. Comments escalate, threatening her friendships and even her job.

Carly feels her hold on Life slipping away. She pulls further away from her friends and can no longer even go into the office to work without emotional incidents. Carly has no idea what is going on, as the world around her is unraveling. Finally, she is pushed to lengths she would never have imagined, which set her on a path she wouldn't have imagined only weeks before.

The Outsider (short story - Atomic Wasteland Tales) - Jason G. Anderson

Bio:
Jason G. Anderson lives in Hobart, Tasmania, Australia with his
wonderful wife, Marina, and their three cats. During the day, he assists
scientists researching Antarctica, analyzing satellite imagery and
helping the scientists to manage the large quantities of data they
acquire. At night, he prefers to write about imaginary worlds far
removed from our own. You can find out more about him at
http://www.jasonga.com

Speak, Vaccine! Speak! - Tim C. Taylor

Synopsis:
You are in the crew of Earth’s first extra-solar colonisation fleet. It has taken generations to reach your destination, and now you are finally there. What if you found someone or something was expecting you?

A science fiction short story from Greyhart Press.

Praise for the original version of this story from the Aphelion Webzine forums

"I've read tons of Science Fiction and I swear I think this is a completely new concept. How very rare."

"The reveal played out sort of like the collapsing of tumblers in a lock, with a well-paced 'ah-ha' factor."

"...an original concept and delectable metaphor for political and social control!"

Celebrity Space - Alain Gomez (short story)

Set in the not too distant future, a worker hopes that his new job at the spaceport will allow him to get his life back on track. While taking passengers to the space hotel "Moonwalk", a collision with an unknown object brings his dreams... and possibly his life... to a screeching halt.

Short Story, approx. 3,000 words