I’ve had the pleasure of being a guest on horror addicts with my blog titled ‘Fierce. Fearless. Female.’ It’s about my personal experience on being a black woman writing horror and how it came to be. Check it out at this link. Enjoy 😊
To kick off the last day of black history and women in horror month, here’s another interview I’ve done with Promote Horror, courtesy of Women In Horror month. I talk about what a ‘Woman In Horror’ month means to me, where I think the future of women in horror is headed, and more. 😊
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My latest flash fiction story titled “Black Veil”, is now available in the 37th issue of Sirens Call Ezine, which is also their 6th annual Women In Horror Month edition. It’s on page 166 and the following link is below. Enjoy!!
Black Magic Woman is now available in paperback on Amazon! Grab a copy and be prepared to be memorized by such talented women in horror :). Thank you guys so much for your support!!! Link is here:
100+ Black Women In Horror is available for paperback on Amazon for only $10.00! The book contains of over one hundred biographies of amazing black women who writes horror fiction. This is one book I recommend you add to your book collection, there is even an interview featuring yours truly :). Link is here:
Check out my 2nd interview of 2018 with Jim McLeod, owner of Ginger Nuts Of Horror, UK’s number one independent horror review website. Here, I talk about my writing process, my influences, the anthology Black Magic Woman and what I’m working on next, and much more! Link is here. Enjoy!:
I’m beyond speechless. The one and only Anne Rice gave a huge shoutout and raved about my latest anthology!!! If you haven’t gotten the chance to check out Black Magic Woman on Amazon Kindle which is available for $4.99 yet…you need to. Anne Rice approves 😊
Shooting pain from her lower back and stomach almost made Michelle scream in agony. This agony was something she had never felt before during her experience in taking birth control. As she ran her hand across her swollen belly, it no longer resembled a stomach to her, but more as if swallowed a bag of hot rocks and her insides were burning. Please just one drop, that’s all I ask for. Just one drop. She begged and pleaded that something would happen, anything. But now, as her breathing slowed and the room felt less closed in, the pain still lingered. If she didn’t know better, she could’ve sworn that her stomach was forming a life of its own. It can’t be…there’s no way, it’s just my eyes. Nothing more.