Posts Tagged: horror
Similarly to Kobo, a bunch of my ebooks and audiobooks are now on iTunes. I must admit I feel like a bit of a rock star because I have an artist’s page on iTunes. So if you’re an Apple iTunes person, you can find all my titles listed here. Just make sure you get the correct “Simon Wood” books. While there are a number of my foreign language titles, please note that I am not the author of the German BDSM erotica…that’s some other guy…really it is. 🙂
My Simon Janus titles are also on iTunes here.
Any questions or issues, let me know. Also, feel free to share with others. I won’t stop you.
I hope you can support me. Thanks!
POSTSCRIPT: Apple have made one of their never-ending updates and unfortunately, my author page no longer shows all my titles although they are on the site. Just to confirm, my titles on iTunes are: DID NOT FINISH, HALF-INCHED, HOT SEAT, THE FALL GUY, FAST CRIMES, WORKING STIFFS, CRESTFALLEN, LOWLIFES & SHORT SHARP SHOCKS. You can find direct links on “BOOK” pages of this website.
Acclaimed Science Fiction writer, Harlan Ellison, died last week. He was a legend for two reasons–his writing and abrasive personality. He was a force of nature that was hard to withstand. I met only once. We appeared on a panel together in 2005. It was the most intense hour’s of my life (the picture is of me after the panel). He called me “a fucking idiot” but I made him laugh too. What made me run afoul of him only to turn it around moments later I haven’t told many people out of fear it would get back to Harlan. Now he’s gone, I can share what happened, what was said and the secret I never told. There are thousands of anecdotes about Harlan and this one is mine. You can listen to it below. I hope you like it.
Please enjoy this “Shelfie” as it represents twenty years of writing (although not twenty years of being published). It does look like I am going to need a bigger set of bookshelves. 🙂
Categories: shelf life
It’s Halloween and I’d be amiss if I didn’t offer up some of my Halloween scares for you to enjoy this all hallows eve.
In THE SCRUBS, James Jeter, the notorious serial killer with a sixth sense, holds court inside London’s Wormwood Scrubs Prison. He’s the focus of the “North Wing Project.” Under the influence of a hallucinogen, Jeter can create an alternative world known as “The Rift” containing the souls of his victims.
Pardons are on offer to inmates who’ll enter The Rift. Michael Keeler has nothing to lose and little to live for. He’s sent into The Rift to learn the identity of Jeter’s last victim.
It’s a mission where the guilty can be redeemed, but at a price…
In DRAGGED INTO DARKNESS, people spend their entire lives staving off the dark — but no matter the measures taken, black paths and shadowy pits lurk in the unlikeliest of places, waiting to pull the unwary into the depths of despair. These eleven tales offer a morbid sampling of the many forms and fashions of terror — from the subtle prickling of neck hairs at the kiss of a ghostly breeze to the raw-throated screams and feverish clawing of a desperate fight for survival. Witness eleven people torn from their ordinary lives and cast into twisted realities that test their sanity, faith, and very will to live… A pilot must land a crippled aircraft on an impossible runway… A doctor feels far too much sympathy for his deformed patients… A schoolgirl’s secret contract could cost her mother’s soul… A woman whose pack rat obsessions hide the obscene… For these and seven others, the darkness comes from within and without, subtle, deadly…and relentless.
In ROAD RASH, Straley might think his life is cursed, but it doesn’t compare to what lies ahead of him on life’s highway. He’s on the run with the proceeds of a botched bank robbery. It’s all he has. His crew is dead and his getaway car just died on him. He’s on foot with the cash when he comes across a two-car pileup. There’s no saving the drivers, but he can save himself and steals one of the wrecked cars. But he boosts the wrong set of wheels. Within an hour of driving off, he develops a rash that eats away at his flesh. No doctor can help him–only the car’s original owner. If Straley wants his skin back, he must journey on the road to redemption, which ends in the heart of Central America.
I hope I’ve given you something to keep you busy this Halloween. 🙂
Hello, neighbors. You’re all invited to the Golden Elm Lane Block Party!
Welcome to Golden Elm Lane. It’s just like any other small-town street…or is it?
Horrible things happen on Golden Elm Lane…vile, monstrous, evil things. Serial killers, ghosts, and monsters of all kinds hide behind the walls lining Golden Elm Lane. Each house tells a story…a horrifying story.
And now, for the first time ever, fourteen masters of horror will give you a bloody tour of Golden Elm Lane and bring it to full, terrifying life.
The collection features my story UNTIL IT HURTS, which is about a homeless man who comes to Golden Elm Lane for a job. With an introduction by the legendary creator of Jason Voorhees and the Friday the 13th franchise, Victor Miller, you’ll find it difficult to turn down an invitation to attend our…CHOPPING BLOCK PARTY. You can pick it up here: The Publisher & Amazon.
I’m happy to announce the release of POURRITURE, the French edition of ROAD RASH. After the success of my first French book, L’évadée, it was only natural to give French readers something else to chew on. I’m looking forward to see their response to this story.
For those who read French, the storyline goes a little like this:
James Straley peut bien penser que son existence est maudite, mais elle n’a rien de comparable avec ce qui l’attend sur l’autoroute de la vie. Il est en fuite avec le butin d’un vol de banque loupé. C’est tout ce qu’il possède. Ses acolytes sont morts et sa voiture vient de tomber en panne. Il est à pied, avec l’argent, quand il aperçoit deux voitures impliquées dans un carambolage. Il lui est impossible de sauver les conducteurs, mais il peut se sauver lui-même en s’appropriant l’une des épaves. Manque de chance, il vole la mauvaise bagnole. Après une heure derrière le volant, il commence à développer une urticaire qui dévore sa chair. Aucun médecin ne peut l’aider – seul le propriétaire initial de la voiture en a le pouvoir. Si Straley veut récupérer sa peau, il doit entreprendre un long voyage sur le chemin de la rédemption, un voyage qui s’achèvera au cœur de l’Amérique Centrale.
So if you’re French or know someone French, I hope you’ll give this book a shot.
ROAD RASH plays to my two storytelling loves—crime and the supernatural. I don’t do it often, but I love to blend the genres. It’s the story of bank robber, James Straley. He might think his life is cursed, but it doesn’t compare to what lies ahead of him on life’s highway. He’s on the run with the proceeds of a botched bank robbery. It’s all he has. His crew is dead and his getaway car just died on him. He’s on foot with the cash when he comes across a two-car pileup. There’s no saving the drivers, but he saves himself by stealing one of the wrecked cars. Unfortunately, he boosts the wrong set of wheels. Within an hour of driving off, he develops a rash that eats away at his flesh. No doctor can help him—only the car’s original owner. If Straley wants his skin back, he must journey on the road to redemption.
The book started out as a short story and was one of a number of stories I’d been writing with the theme of road travel. I’d been examining the whole aspect of road travel by writing stories that ranged from cars to bicycles, from traffic offenses to road regulations and everything in between. I used these stories to put a dark twist on an aspect of our lives we take for granted. Road Rash was one of a number of tales I’d written based on turning a common term on its head. I liked the idea of road rash being something that could be contracted from the roads if someone wasn’t careful. I submitted the story to an anthology and the editor loved the story, but said it needed to be a book and an exotic twist would knock it out of the park.
When it came to the exotic twist, I knew just what to use. I’m quite an empirical person. I like to write about things I understand, things I’ve actually taken part in or things I have some experience with. So, I hoard experiences to the point of going out of my way to take part in things whether I need them for a story at the particular moment or not. So naturally, when someone offered my wife and I the chance to attend a Santeria ritual while we were traveling in Guatemala, I jumped at the chance.
I don’t think I could have made this up if I tried, it was that wonderful and spooky. The community that practiced Santeria lived in the shadow of three volcanoes and a lake isolated them from the mainland. The only way of getting to them was by boat. We took a trip out to the island, which amounted to a shantytown. People selling handicrafts covered the jetty where we landed. A kid no more than eight said he knew why we’d come to the village and for a buck he’d take us to the witch. He led us through the dirt-covered streets and down an alley into an unfinished cinder block room. An effigy sat in a chair with a cigarette drooping from its lips and a trail of smoke leaking skyward. All sorts of knickknacks and trinkets surrounded it. A woman as old as time shuffled around in an adjoining room. A young woman asked us to sit on the floor and take part in some unknown ceremony. It goes without saying that it was more than a tad creepy and our nerves didn’t hold out, so we got the hell out of Dodge before something happened. I’m as superstitious as the next person. The imagery was very potent and the incident stuck with me and dovetailed nicely into the exotic element the editor wanted for Road Rash. I don’t pretend to understand half what I witnessed, but the incident inspired me to develop a great backdrop for James Straley when he’s forced to travel to Guatemala. It gave the story a whole new different dimension.
James Straley wasn’t as fortunate as my wife and I, as he had stay for the ritual. The experience changes his life forever and hopefully it’ll change yours too when you read it.
Categories: book of the month
Technology FM radio interview about the book industry (30minutes)
My “60 Seconds With…” interview with Reviewing The Evidence
IndieAuthorLand’s ROAD RASH interview
Horror After Dark’s THE SCRUBS review
I didn’t discover his books until I bought one on a Boy Scouts trip. Something about a lurid cover featuring a blood splattered rat with yellow teeth jumping out at me appealed for some reason. I tore through this book which made me an instant fan. A few weeks later, I started high school and my English teacher let us read anything we liked as long as we could comment on its merits. This was my opportunity to go through his entire back catalogue. God knew what my teacher thought of me at the time, but she always gave me good grades.
Categories: shelf life