A storm is headed for Bronson Kentucky and the power of its destruction will expose the darkness that lies buried just below the surface in this seemingly peaceful town. http://www.amazon.com/Down-Devil-Hole-David-Jaggers-ebook/dp/B019JAUSXK/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1450496841&sr=1-1&keywords=down+in+the+devil+hole
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.
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.
A little late getting this one linked up due to being out-of-town, but very pleased to have this dark tale up at Spelk Fiction. A lot of great stories on this site. Check them out.
Celebrate by grabbing the current issue and if you’re brave enough, hit up the back issues for some of the best crime fiction on the planet.
Get it here: http://amzn.to/1LRmQUI
When I finally decided to switch genres and started seriously trying to write crime fiction, I of course did my research. I combed the great wide interwebs for the very best outlets for these kinds of stories and when I found Thuglit, everything changed. Here, laid out on the page, were tales that hit like a gut punch and roared through my mind’s eye like a hotrod Grand Torino on the getaway from a bank robbery. At that moment, I told myself that someday I would polish my feeble meanderings enough to get my name on that cool ass cover.
Alright, I can die in peace now.
Do yourself a favor and buy this when it comes out.
Really excited to finally have this creepy little number up at David Barber’s Thrills, Kills ‘n’ Chaos. I have loved reading all the great stuff he’s collected over the years. Check it out here: https://tknc.wordpress.com/2015/08/22/peeper-by-dave-jaggers/
Missing limbs and missing loved ones. Both can hurt and haunt in different ways. Check out my new story at Near to the Knuckle.
Finally found time to carve out another micro fiction piece for 81 Words.
I am pleased to have a small dittie up at Spinetinglers UK this month. Check it out here.
Proud to be a contributing author on this wonderful project. Buy it, read it, and please leave a review.
Ellen sat across from her husband and tried to soak in as much of the scene around her as possible. The crisp white table cloth. The elegant dishes. Her ears were filled with the sound of a violin playing somewhere in the ferns behind her. This was their fifteenth wedding anniversary and John had out done himself. Everything was perfect, except for the pain in her right wrist. It was sharp and burned deep into the bone. Read More
Maria rode in darkness, crammed between a wheezing old man and a woman with two small children. The cargo area of the panel van was stuffed with overheated bodies, all wanting a new life in the States. It was blistering hot and the stench of sweat, body odor and exhaust was overwhelming. The Coyote Ramirez told the group the ride would take three hours, then it was just a short hike through the scrub brush to reach the border fence. He demanded five thousand dollars each for the trip, no exceptions. Read More
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
Never send a boy to do a man’s job. Carter thought as he shuffled around in the dark. If Terry Mac had sent him to do the kill in the first place, he wouldn’t have been out there in the cold night, knee-deep in scrub brush looking for a shallow grave. Read More
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