Malevolent Mind Cover Reveal


Today is a very special day. I have the privilege of sharing an awesome cover reveal with you. I’m not going to bore you with my incessant babbling,  I’ll just hand it over to my special guest and bud – Misty Harvey!

Thank you, Ellie for taking the time to share in Malevolent Mind’s cover reveal. This book has been a lot of fun for me to write and I hope in turn that readers will enjoy it as much as I have.

 

Hello, Readers!

Thank you for taking your time today to stop by to read about my novel and partake in the cover reveal. This novel has truly been a labor of nightmares. I mean that in the best possible way. Raven’s revenge certainly came straight from those sleep-filled nights. There are pieces that are intricately woven into the story line that I’d conjured up to terrify myself awake. Thank you again for that subconscious. Still, there was something so intriguing about the characters in this novel that I had to write their story.

After a nice talk with my editor, I came to realize that there are bits of me woven into each one of them. From Heath and his childhood antics of writing stories to scare others, to Raven and her wild dreams to visit haunted places around the world. Even Kade holds parts of me as well.

As a young child, my nephew and I used to write these grand tails to tell our younger siblings. We’d try to make them as scary as possible. Being the young, inventive things we were back then we weren’t going to leave anything up to chance. We would take them into the basement, in one of the backrooms and read the scary tales to them. Just as we’d get to the climatic part of the bit we were reading we’d haul our behinds through the basement, flipping off lights as quickly as possible to leave them alone down there in the dark.

While we were busy laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe our parents were right there, ready to ground us. Still, it didn’t matter how many times we did that to them they kept returning to listen to more of the story. We knew we were onto something when it even managed to scare us.

These things continued to stick with me as I grew up. I wove these stories trying to scare me and others around me. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I don’t.

Still, I will continue to create these tales where I not only get to frighten others and myself, but it’ll give me a chance to delve into the psychological aspects that come with such things. I can’t wait to release more novels in the future for readers to enjoy.

I hope you will take time to enjoy the excerpt that I’ve chosen from Malevolent Mind and will keep your eyes open for its release on March 16th.

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Malevolent Mind

Horror

 

Blurb:

A story so dark, twisted and unfinished has a way of driving the sanest to the brink of insanity.

Between the constant state of bullying from Heath and his friends, and the unrest of not knowing what happened to her twin, Raven seeks revenge. Years later, she becomes the nanny for Heath’s young son, Kade. She helps him start a horror story with the plan to bring the horrible creature Kade created into the real world to torment Heath and his friends. It was perfect, until everything began unraveling. When Kade’s creation no longer wishes to do Raven’s bidding, it becomes a fight for life or death. The only way to survive is to figure out how to finish off the creature before she finds her freedom. Will Kade find a way to stop the creation of his malevolent mind? Or will Raven’s revenge consume them all?

Excerpt:

 Kade sat there in the middle of the room. He pulled his legs up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. There was nothing to see now that his head cowered there in the darkness of his own lap. If tonight was the night that he’d die, he wasn’t so sure he’d want to see either of the girls coming for him.

His ears perked up. Behind him came the sound of rustling clothes. He lifted his head, unable to keep it down. It was just his imagination. That was all.

The feel of icy breath slid over the back of his neck. Each tiny hair stood at attention as the stench of decay washed over him. Was it the girl from the river or was it Zilla? Kade flipped onto his knees, the beam of the flashlight straight forward.

There, inches from his face, was Zilla. She stared at him. Her mouth was open at an angle as her tongue flicked out against the air. It was too late to run anywhere.

Death stared him right in the face. Part of him felt relief that it was only her. Of course, that was if the other one wasn’t waiting for him as well. He didn’t dare move the flashlight beam to find out. Zilla had appeared out of nowhere so who knew what would happen once the light wasn’t on her?

Kade watched as her blue-tinged hand reached up for him. She held her hand for him to take. Something told him that doing so would be the end of him. Panic gripped his insides and he knew he had moments to make the first move. If he didn’t react soon, she’d overpower him.

He swung out with the flashlight, catching her on the side of the head. Her body rolled across the floor with a sickening thud. Kade was sure that the magnum flashlight had cracked her skull. It had nearly broken his foot when he’d dropped it one time. He jumped across his bed, darting into the hallway. His gaze moved around the hall as he tried to make out anything.

The sound of her rapidly skittering toward him had him running down the hallway. He stopped at Raven’s door, trying her handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Instead, the old wood rattled in the frame.

In a flash of lightning, he watched Zilla skitter into the hall on her hands and feet, her body parallel to the floor as she let out a sickening hiss. Half her head remained dented in from where he’d clocked her with the flashlight. It was a terrifying image to behold. The fact that she continued to chase him regardless turned his stomach.

Kade looked back only briefly before he ran. She was close on his heels. In the distance, he could just make out his father’s door. His bare feet padded against the wood flooring.

Goosebumps raced up his spine as her icy fingers wrapped around his ankle. The weight of his body hit the floor with a loud thud. His head bounced against the hard surface blurring his vision. Tears filled his eyes making it even harder to see. At least now, he wouldn’t have to worry about seeing his death coming.

The cold sensation crept up his leg, over his knee and toward his waist. He could feel the weight of her above him as she crawled up his body. Time slowed so that each second felt like eons. The stench of her undead body burned at his nostrils. Kade gagged on the smell that was so strong he could almost taste it.

He didn’t want to die. Life was too short for him. There was still so much that he wanted to do. Besides, he wasn’t sure who would take care of his father if he wasn’t there any longer. That thought rolled inside of him. He wasn’t going to go out like this, a cowering lump of fear on the floor. If she wanted to kill him, she’d have to fight a lot harder for it.

Kade grabbed her arms, rolling them over as he kicked out with both his legs. Her body smashed into the wall across from them, freeing him to run. He scrambled onto his feet, darting for his father’s room.

The bright light blinded him as he ran for it. That was it. He’d found his end and now he was headed into the light. Just as he’d read in another book. It was his time to cross over.

 About the Author:

misty

 

Misty Harvey loves writing spine-tingling horror novels sure to thrill readers. The psychology behind such tales has always been a fascination for her since she was younger. Even to the point that she once contemplated taking up psychology as a profession. Still, her love resides in the art of storytelling. An art she wishes to continue to share with readers for the rest of her days.

After climbing out of her writing cave and searching the house for the sound of the latest creak or pop, Misty can be found doing one of many things. Often times she spends the remained of her day with her amazingly supportive husband and youngest daughter. While she has two older children that are out there spreading their wings around the world, including giving her a few grandchildren.

Her favorite things to do when not writing are crafts, wrestling with her dog, avoiding her cat’s bite or generally making her husband and daughter crazy. Often times she can be found creating vivid tales with her daughter about whatever mundane thing happened in their day and turning it into a crazy story. She is also an avid gamer, crochet goddess (we shall pretend there), domestic queen, and animal tamer (it’s a work in progress).

Stalker Links:

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Are you thoroughly creeped out now? Make sure to leave the lights on tonight and be sure to mark your calendar for March 16th!

Thank you for stopping by and sharing with us today Misty!

Write on my friends, write on!

 

 

Thrills and Chills!


I am a product of the 80’s.  My hair still thinks it’s the 80’s!  I didn’t need volumes of hairspray then like my friends, but now unless I want to keep my hair in a braid I have to use various products to tame the mane.

80's hair, no hairspray. (Notice the windblown side that's all out of place.)

80’s hair, no hairspray. (Notice the windblown side that’s all out-of-place.)

Anyway, what’s hair got to do with this anyway??  When you think of 80’s you automatically think big hair! This post isn’t really about hair.  I just thought y’all might get a kick out of that big hair photo. (You know since so many do that throwback Thursday thing.)

*Just a note –  When I wrote this, minus this line it was 666 words. I had to add a line quick!*

Moving on . . . 80’s . . . where was I going with this?  OH yes, the HORROR movies.

Back in my day . . .  my boyfriend took me to the drive-in to see a HORROR movie triple feature.  It was a stormy night.  NO really, it was!  There was lightning ripping through the air,   had to have the wiper blades on for half of the first show, then again on the main attraction.  This was a very memorable night in my foray to horror movie watching.

I remember it distinctly. The first movie was Night of the Living Dead, the black and white 1968 classic by George Romero.

Movie poster for Night of the Living Dead

Movie poster for Night of the Living Dead

                                   Johnny: They’re coming to get you, Barbara, there’s one of them now!

                                   Johnny: [in a creepy voice] They’re coming to get you, Barbara!

                                   Barbara: Stop it! You’re ignorant!

                                   Johnny: They’re coming for you, Barbara!

                                   Barbara: Stop it! You’re acting like a child!

                                   Johnny: They’re coming for you![points to the cemetery zombie]

                                   Johnny: Look, there comes one of them now!

                                   Barbara: He’ll hear you!

                                   Johnny: Here he comes now!

It was creepy,  a little scary, but  didn’t really get much of a reaction from me.

Next up was  a classic that I had seen before,  Invasion of the Body Snatchers.  This was the 1978 remake,  not the original. I don’t think it was as good as the original.  We talked through the entire movie, comparing it to the original.

Invasion-of-the-Body-Snatchers1

Then the third movie, which of course they waited until the end to show.  Friday the 13th!

Oh MY! From the start this movie had my attention.

A group of camp counselors is stalked and murdered by

an unknown assailant while trying to reopen a summer camp

which, years before, was the site of a child’s drowning.

Movie poster for Friday the 13th

Movie poster for Friday the 13th

Five minutes into the movie,  the skies opened up. With the added feature of thunder rumbling, lightning flashing through the skies, and sheets of rain assaulting the car,  I don’t think  this movie could have been more terrifying if it were planned.   The storm let up with fifteen minutes left  in the movie. My boyfriend,  now husband thought it was cool. He didn’t think so at the end.

I knew better than to relax and think it was all over.  She was trailing her fingers in the water out in the boat.  I just knew that something was going to grab her hand and pull her under, then it didn’t happen. Dawn is breaking,  the water looks serene.  I knew there was something in the water.  I knew it!  But nothing grabbed her.  Then the cops finally show up, she sits up waving to get their attention, and BAM!

My fingers were clasped around his wrist in a death grip, my eyes as wide as saucers. breath caught in my throat. After a few minutes he pried my fingers apart to get some circulation in his hand.  I didn’t sleep once I got home.

For weeks I had nightmares.  It’s not funny!   I had horrifying nightmares as a child and have had some serious nightmares as an adult.

But every once in a while . . . . for some strange reason I still will watch a horror movie.  What is it about them?

Was there a Horror movie that scared you?  I mean really scared you?

Write on my friends, write on!