Count Down to Release and Interview

2015 is basically in the bag, and as I look back over all the great things that have happened this year, I am most excited about what is yet to come. My short story collection Down in the Devil Hole will hit Amazon on December 19th marking the end of the creative process for this work and the beginning of its own life out there in the big ol world. Sniff, my little book is all grown up.

The boys over at Near to the Knuckle have been great and have made the publishing process, from cover design to editing, as easy as any I could hope for. To mark the release, they have put together an author interview with yours truly and added it to their newsletter.

http://www.close2thebone.co.uk/wp/?p=2647

If you want to know some stuff about my writing process and junk like that, give it a read. Oh and buy the book and give it a review, good or bad.

Thanks

Review: Urban Decay by Aidan Thorn

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Urban Decay is the second short story collection from Aidan Thorn, and published by the boys over at Grit Fiction Ltd. From the lead in story, this collection draws the reader into a dimly lit world of low life thugs and shady enforcers. The hard hitting style and fast paced dialogue keeps the reader hooked to the last page. I found the depth of the characters refreshing and caught myself wanting these stories to be longer so I could spend more time with these terrible and terrifying people. Do yourself a favor and buy this book! http://www.amazon.com/Urban-Decay-Aidan-Thorn-ebook/dp/B00ZOMA194/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1437659508&sr=1-1&keywords=urban+decay

A Dark Ride to Hell

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She was absolutely beautiful, and the last thing I needed in my life. I first saw her when I stepped out back of the restaurant to grab a quick smoke before my shift started. She was parked across the street, a low-slung vision in black and chrome. She was a 1969 Dodge Charger special edition and she was cherry. I could get ten grand for a car like that; more than half of what I make in a year washing dishes. Boosting that ride would set me and Debbie up, get us and the kid out of her mother’s house. Problem was, I don’t steal cars no more. Three years upstate put an end to that. Little Jillian was a baby when I went in and I just can’t risk goin back. I’d lose them both. Read More

The Tall Man and the Briefcase

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They’re coming for me. I can hear their boots echo in the stairwell two floors down, heavy and pissed off. It was only a matter of time you know. There are only a handful of cheap motels in this town, and they knew I would be in one of them. Predictable, yeah, but then again I’m no professional. Trying to be one is what got me here in the first place. Read More

A Real Page Turner

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The little outdoor cafe was brightly lit by the afternoon sun. A pitcher of lemonade sat on a small table shedding dime sized beads of condensation on the white table cloth below. Two men sat across from each other in matching rattan chairs. One man, a short overweight fellow, leaned forward, nervously blotting sweat from his balding pate. The other man, tall and lean, sat reclined, idly fanning himself with his tan fedora. Read More

Oil, Lather, and Steel

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The bell rang as Alex pushed open the door to Lou’s barber shop. It rang like it had for the last forty years, a sound from a different era. Lou and Billy D were sitting in the barber chairs reading the racing forms. Like the bell, they had done this for the last four decades. Lou folded his paper when he saw Alex, a warm smile washed over his wrinkled face. Read More