October Frights blog hop–#‎Octoberfrights‬ #giveaway

Wait, what?? Is it October already?? You know what that means! Halloween and with it, Samhain! *pause to happy dance* :) I’m a early on decorating, this year, but bear with me. I am participating in paranormal author Clarissa Johal‘s October Frights Blog hop.

2015 October Frights Blog Hop, #‎Octoberfrights‬

I will however give you a peek into my newest release: a zombie pre-apocalypse (if you will) novelette, Bicycle Requiem and have a tiny giveaway.  So do read on… A little set up. the main character, Teddy, hit a girl (Mara) who was out early one morning, riding her bike. Teddy, most unadvisedly, didn’t stop to help and the little girl died….or did she? Continue reading

The Eternal Undead by David Monette

Our next guest  has our interest not only with the approach of the Halloween season, but with the rise in interest in the walking dead (and a certain little angry (undead) girl we’ve had shlephing around here lately!) So it’s our pleasure to welcome author David Monette, who is here with a little about his latest release, THE ETERNAL UNDEAD. Take it away, David!

The Eternal Undead by David Monette, Zombies, Horror, Urban fantasyThe Eternal Undead

In the Time of the Dead

Book III

David Monette

Genre: Horror, Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Severed Press

Date of Publication: October 1, 2015



Number of pages: 280

Word Count: 100,579

Cover Artist: David Monette

Book Description:

They thought they had escaped.

The battle for Washington DC is behind them, and the last remnants of the human race have fled from their undead enemies to a remote Caribbean island where they try to salvage what is left of humanity. But even here, the zombies have come. Led by the architect of the holocaust, an invading army wreaks havoc trying to acquire the one thing that can stop them, and the one thing a small contingent of soldiers knows they must never get.

Join with Sasha, Terrance, Virgil, and the little girl, Max, in an all or nothing gamble as they fight down the road to either salvation or horrible defeat in the thrilling conclusion of this series.



As the day slipped away far off to the west, the darkness of the jungle became a living thing. Knit together by the slow creep of lengthening shadows, it grew by degrees into a massive being, shapeless and black. For nourishment it ate the weak or the unlucky. In return it exhaled moist heat and a cavalcade of sound, the sound of thousands of separate voices, large and small, all coming together to meet the ear in a constant sheet of noise. Those who were responsible for the making of this chaotic ballad were invisible to the naked eye of man. This was so not just because of the darkness, but because most of the performers—the frogs, birds, and insects—were hidden within the surrounding vegetation, frightened of being killed by their neighbors, either eaten, or as was the case with the troop of humans quietly slipping along a trail, flattened under a boot.

For one of the six members of this troop of humans, such an act would have been celebrated with a certain degree of relish. Terrance hated the sound of the jungle at night. There were not many things in his life that he gave away for free, but in his hatred he was quite generous. He hated the bleats, the croaks and hoots, and he hated the creatures that made the noise. He hated the darkness and the fact that he had to wear a pair of thermal goggles to plumb its depths. He hated the heat, and the plants, and the bugs. He hated the head-to-toe leather suit he wore… and most of all he hated the reason he had to wear the suit, the reason he was out in the jungle at night in the first place. He hated the zombies. Or more accurately, he feared the zombies and he hated them for that fear.

His terror of these beasts was not unfounded. Since the first day of the apocalypse when a host of diabolical necromancers eradicated most of the human population on earth and then raised the dead as zombies, the resulting creatures could, with a single bite, turn any living person into one of them. Terrance had seen it done before. It was not pretty. The resilient leather he wore formed a fairly reliable barrier between a bite and death, so day or night, no matter how hot it was, whenever he or anyone else left the barricades surrounding the city of St George’s on a patrol, they wore the protective clothing. The safety it provided far outweighed the bladders of water they needed to carry or the periodic “cool downs” they had to perform while nestled in the boughs of a tree.

Either way, Terrance hated it all.

In fact, he was so busy nursing his various hatreds that he barely noticed when Danger, the woman on point, suddenly raised her fist head-high and froze.

The fire team immediately came to a stop.

Terrance’s finger slipped from outside the trigger guard of his MP5SD sub-machinegun to curl around the curve of the trigger. The contact made him feel safer, more in control.

Around the task force the sound of the jungle withered and slowly died.

The point person opened her fist, laid the flat palm parallel to the ground, and took a knee.

Seeing this, Lieutenant Burgis, the officer in command, looked back and motioned those behind to follow suit.

They crouched and in the dark waited.

There was something out there.

About the Author:

Author David Monette

David Monette was born and raised in the cold rural hinterlands of upstate New York. As a typical kid in a typical community, life for him was pretty… typical. He liked to draw creatures and contraptions but as the second born of four sons, such ability was merely a convenient way of standing out from the crowd. As he inexpertly stumbled through high school, his talent for capturing the images in his head onto paper was noticed and encouraged by both teachers and family members.

Without any other idea of what to do with himself after graduation, besides a vague idea of doing something art oriented, he decided to attend Mohawk Valley Community College where he received his associate’s degree in Advertising Design and Production. Acting on excellent advice from his teachers at this institution, he went on to Syracuse University where he learned a great deal about art and eventually wound up with a bachelor’s degree in Illustration.

With a disturbingly large amount of student debt and a decent portfolio, he learned what it was to be a starving artist. Namely, he found that artists don’t starve; they simply pick up an endless series of part time work to pay the rent while continuing to plug away at their true passion. This was essentially what he did until he received his first illustration job and from that point on, he didn’t look back. As an illustrator, his highly detailed fantasy and science fiction work has appeared in many books, magazines, board games, and collectible card games for such varied publishers as Dell Publishing, Wizards of the Coast, and Atlas Games. Initially, he had completed these diverse projects utilizing oil and acrylic paints as well as pen and inks.

As digital technology continued to improve, however, he decided it was time to tackle the arduous task of mastering the computer and eventually figured out a way to adapt his style to a digital format. With this knowledge and experience, he went back to school and received his master’s degree in Illustration from the University of Hartford. While there, his instructors reviewed his written work and had strongly suggested that he combine his writing ability with his talent as an illustrator to chart his own path.

And hence, an author was born.

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/davidmonetteauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PaintWriteDave

Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7334521.David_Monette

Blog: http://davidmonette.blogspot.com/

Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/davidmonette

Instagram: https://instagram.com/paintwritedave/

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/David-Monette/e/B00FMX73DM

Tour giveaway

1 prize containing all 3 ebooks of the trilogy
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Direct link to entry form: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/ba112ffc1167

If, in the meantime, you’d like to check THE ETERNAL UNDEAD out, it’s available at Amazon.

And now for some #free #reads…

For something a little different, today, I have a freebie for you. A little taste of something old(er) and a little darker, for your  Friday. My short story House of Cards is free today. To get it, go here.

For a little about the short story:

House of Cards, supernatural fantasy story by Juli D. RevezzoYou can’t escape Fate….

A young nobleman escapes the Reign of Terror in 18th century France to find himself dragged into an even worse fate–a hellish underworld wherein he is cajoled and put on trial by a demon tribunal for crimes he never committed. Can he answer thwart his fate, one worse than the guillotine?

Reviewers have called it: “a quick, fun, and creepy read. I recommend it!” and “a refreshing take on the typical fantasy hero.”~Lizzy’s Dark Fiction

Yes it was one of my first (published–and I say that because I’ve dabbled in it in unpublished works for years) historically set fantasy tales. It later blossomed into a series, and a full book. One that I am revising as we speak. The first round of edits will commence after that. So the follow-up should see release…sometime in the first quarter of next year (I hope. If all goes well). I don’t have a share-able synopsis yet, but will in the near future.  For now, the short story HOUSE OF CARDS is free on Amazon. But hurry, because the free day ends tomorrow night! I hope you enjoy it! :) Reviews and of course placement on your Good Reads To Be Read lists are welcome.

“Freaky Friday”: Old Ringgold Cemetery

One of the things I like about being a writer is my tendency to be bitten by the curiosity bug. The whole bit about the history I put in my books from time to time stems from that. This past week, I spent out of town visiting family but we took a little detour in our trip and visited Chattanooga, Tennessee. While there we met with  military historian Brigadier General (RT) John R. Scales, who wrote a book about Sherman’s Invasion of Georgia during the Civil War and with him toured the battlefields on Lookout Mountain (*cue Drive-by Truckers’ song here* ;)) and at Chickamauga. Reading about history is good for the brain, of course but actually seeing these places, especially this way, was really beyond neat. :) He took us all the way around the route the battle took and in the course of that to a little church that served as a hospital. Unfortunately, the church wasn’t open to visitors this day, but the cemetery next to it was open exploring. So I poked around because old cemeteries are always so atmospheric. The older the better, right? Unfortunately, when they are so old, the names are, oftentimes, rubbed off the tombstones. This one was no exception and I got some great shots.

But this being “Freaky Friday”, I had to show you this:

Old Ringgold Cemetery
See anything weird there? I don’t know what that is–(it looks like an old piece of plastic to me–or is it an odd smudge on the lens? Who knows?) but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there when I snapped the picture!

My stop in a paranormal hotel.

Another freaky Friday is upon us and this time, I have a personal story for you. So, if you’ve poked in here at all the last week you know I recently took a little vacation to North Florida. I was scouting historical locations and information, it’s true, but I also hoped for a little paranormal encounter. On the way home, because a friend who went with us was from there, we stopped by Cedar Key for breakfast. She took us to a pretty little restaurant all decked out in ’50s charm, I had a close encounter with a pelican (well, he was outside my window!)

cedar key pelican

Take my picture, lady!

Meanwhile, sightseeing continued, and my friend pointed out all the little places she loved. One of them was the Island Hotel, an historic hotel built in 1859.

The Island Hotel

A hotel she claimed was haunted. Well, my mom wasn’t having none of that, but after breakfast we begged her convinced her to stop in. Come through the door and around the corner and there’s a phone booth off to the corner. While the innkeeper was telling us how someone stole the phone, mom gasps. I peer into the box to see this fella:

island hotel dummy

We continued through and the innkeeper chatters on telling us about a Civil War soldier’s ghost the guests sometimes see upstairs. Okay, I’m hooked now. :)

Mom eventually found a framed article on the wall that occupied her.

My friend and I settled into the living room while she read. All of a sudden, we hear footsteps in the room with us. (Not from upstairs, mind you, in the room we sat in).

We look around, Mom’s standing still, the woman at the desk is standing still reading her computer. My friend and I look at each other. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Mom says.

My friend smiles in a  “Told ya” kind of way. So we left and Mom took a picture of us on the porch, just for good measure. This guy steps out on the balcony above. Mom pauses and says, “Um, are you real?”

*g* Poor Mom.

Unfortunately, he said yes! But was his the footsteps we heard in the parlor? To spare Mom’s sanity, I’ll say yes, ;) but I’d like to think not. I’d like to think the soldier was checking out the newcomers!


Who knows, maybe one day I’ll send my character Caitlin there on vacation and hunting ghosts!

So…how was your weekend?

So you want to be a paranormal investigator

For this week’s Freaky Friday, this may just be a rumor, but someone I was talking to this week said he’d heard “paranormal investigator” was now a “hot job”. Okay, I don’t know if *I’d* be brave enough to go out for it (unlike my characters Caitlin and Beryl, I am a Chicken–yes, that is a capital c). Still, these are some of the articles I went to help them along the way.  (aside from the workshop I sat in on with the May Stringer House…) I’m really not sure I’d recommend it, though. Just reading through several articles, it seems fun, but I’ve also heard (even from some paranormally inclined folks I’ve had peripheral contact with *waves to Renee*) that it seems you can get into some serious trouble if you don’t know what you’re doing.

Seven Best Jobs for Paranormal Enthusiasts.

TAPS (THE Atlantic Paranormal Society) [of course]

Careers In Paranormal Research.

How to Become a Paranormal Investigator.


As for me, yeah. I’m a chicken. I think I’ll stick to reading about it and picking other people’s brain for plot goodies. ;)