Film, Giveaways, My Books

Halloween Treat (No Tricks)

Donald Pleasence as Dr. Loomis appeared in fiv...
Donald Pleasence as Dr. Loomis appeared in five films in the series (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Definition of Halloween (Oxford Dictionaries)

noun: the night of 31 October, the eve of All Saints’ Day, often celebrated by children dressing up in frightening masks and costumes. Halloween is thought to be associated with the Celtic festival Samhain, when ghosts and spirits were believed to be abroad.

We all knew that, didn’t we? Do you know what I do on Halloween? I watch the film of the same name. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve seen it but it remains in my top ten. Maybe it’s the creepy Donald Pleasence – who was always one of my favourite actors – who makes it. I love the music, too. I know. Weird…

So it’s a great excuse to give away some books – some lovely paperbacks of Diavolino which is a great story for Halloween! What’s more I’ll sign them. The first is a Goodreads giveaway, all you have to do is click on the link below and enter. There is one book to win there:

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Diavolino by Steve Emmett

Diavolino

by Steve Emmett

Giveaway ends October 31, 2012.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

Enter to win

The second copy I’m giving away directly to the person who can persuade me that their TOP 3 choice of horror films of all time is the best. In the event more than one person has the same list I’ll put those entrants in a hat and draw one lucky winner. I will do that on Halloween, so you have the rest of the month to get posting your ideas in the comments box below!

What are you waiting for? Don’t hang around, you never know who is watching…

Events, My Books

Waterstones York

I’m the one in black!

I had a great day yesterday at Waterstones York. I want to say a special ‘thank you’ to Kirstie Lount the events manager who really pulled out all the stops to make this work, but also to every one of the fantastic staff; they were all so attentive AND I noticed just how much effort they put in constantly to keep the store tip top and the customers satisfied. We almost wiped out the Diavolino stocks by 5pm and the few that were left I signed and they are now available in store to purchase – but there’s only handful so get along soon if you missed out yesterday. And they are selling for £10.99 which is cheaper than Amazon.

Waterstones York

28-29 High Ousegate, York YO1 8RX

I also want to thank horror writer Julia Kavan who travelled from Cambridgeshire to support me and keep me company. I think she was a little overawed by the York nightlife after the event – but so was I! And Catherine Cavendish, another horror writer from the Etopia Press stable, forced her husband to drive her all the way from Liverpool so that she could be with me. It was really nice for the three of us to get together as we have known each other in a virtual sense for a long time, from the days before any of us was published. Louise Cole of Firedance Books – someone else we have all known but never met – came along, too. Last but not least, Susan Roebuck was tweeting and Facebooking from…Portugal! Thanks everyone.  But why am I so unphotogenic?

Behind me are Julia Kavan and Catherine Cavendish
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Sample Sunday 17th June – Diavolino

I hadn’t realised how much time had gone by since my last Sunday Sample, so to celebrate the paperback release of Diavolino here’s another little taster. If you like it, maybe you’ll think about buying a copy in one form or another? All the links are on the right –

Alice slept in her bed, a length of knotted silk held tightly in her fist. Tom had stacked the dishwasher and tidied away with Elspeth. It was something he tried to do whenever he could. Back in London work got in the way so often. Here they would have more opportunity to share simple chores.

“We could sit outside and have a nightcap,” he said, “if it weren’t for those fucking insects.” The glass walls of the house were pebble dashed with flies drawn by the light from within. “I feel a bit of a fool, actually. I never thought there would be so many.”

“If they’re stuck to the windows trying to get in, maybe they won’t bother us if we sit outside in the dark,” said Elspeth.

“You could be right. Let’s give it a go.”

Tom took two small glasses and a bottle of grappa out onto the terrace. Elspeth nipped through behind him and slid the door shut. The outdoor furniture was still packed in bubble wrap and brown cardboard; it was easier to sit on the floor, legs dangling over the edge of the raised platform that constituted their terrace and main entrance. Tom uncorked the grappa, the heavy perfume of sour pond water clinging to the night air.

Elspeth screwed her face up. “God, it stinks. But it does taste good.”

“Darling,” said Tom, putting his arm around her hips. “Tomorrow, I really should get to grips with the job, you know, like a proper working day. You can afford to be a bit laid back for a couple of weeks or so. How about you take Alice to school in the morning and just have a poke around, see what you can find out about the place, see who you bump into?”

“You mean do the Miss Marple bit?”

“If you want to put it that way. You’re so good at it. I want to know about the history. I want to know what was so bloody terrible that Diavolino had to be erased.”

“You think it’s important?”

“I have to come up with a concept. Any historical coat hooks are welcome at this stage, you know that. If you can do some research in and around Poggio, I can ferret around the island. Apart from that, I’d just like to know. I hate unsolved mysteries.”

“OK, love. It’s fine by me. It’ll almost be like being on holiday. Oh, Tom, I’m so happy that we’re doing this. It’s only our first night here, and it already feels like home.”

“I know. Look at Alice. Most kids would be racing around completely hyper.”

“What did you make of that little outburst? You know, about the nutria?”

“Weird. She’s never been one to snap like that, but I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. This is all a big upheaval. And it’s been quick by any standards.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Let’s hope all’s well at school.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be. If I’m any judge of character, that Annamaria is a first-rate headmistress.”

“Absolutely. Do you think it would be just too cheesy to invite her for lunch or something? I bet she can spill a few beans—”

Something moved across the hollow. The snapping of a dry stick pierced the air. Something was breathing, moving toward them. A vague shape was visible in the darkness. Tom leaped to his feet and peered into the gloom beyond where the house lights pooled on the ground. He could see bushes moving, left, right, and then a figure rounded the big oak tree, its swift movements speeding it on through the darkness toward the house.

 

 

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Yorkshire Ridings Magazine

I quite understand that some of you might have done a double take on the title of this post. What has a Yorkshire magazine got to do with horror? Oh, I can hear the hoots from the southerners already. Stop it and listen, or I’ll despatch a demon.

When I received my first batch of Diavolino paperbacks I sent one to Yorkshire Ridings Magazine. They’d shown interest last year when the eBook was published. YRM features lots of books because, erm, yes, we Yorkshire folk not only write books but read them too!  So I was really chuffed to bits this morning to hear that they are featuring Diavolino in their August issue (out 20th July).

Yorkshire Ridings Magazine is the fastest growing county magazine in Yorkshire. Here’s the link to their website: http://yorkshireridingsmagazine.com/

If you don’t want to miss out, you could always take out a subscription! Even if you live dahn sarf.