So exactly why does this kelpie and a librarian and a professional assassin dressed as Santa Claus walk into a dark alley?
How does three against five equal three against two?
What secret is hiding inside of the Salvation Army cauldron?
All of these answers and more are waiting for you in this short paranormal romance shoot-em-up story - written for readers who HATE to read romance.
WHAT ARE PEOPLE SAYING ABOUT STEVE VERNON?
"If Harlan Ellison, Richard Matheson and Robert Bloch had a three-way sex romp in a hot tub, and then a team of scientists came in and filtered out the water and mixed the leftover DNA into a test tube, the resulting genetic experiment would most likely grow up into Steve Vernon." - Bookgasm
"Steve Vernon is something of an anomaly in the world of horror literature. He's one of the freshest new voices in the genre although his career has spanned twenty years. Writing with a rare swagger and confidence, Steve Vernon can lead his readers through an entire gamut of emotions from outright fear and repulsion to pity and laughter." - Cemetery Dance
"Armed with a bizarre sense of humor, a huge amount of originality, a flair for taking risks and a strong grasp of characterization - Steve's got the chops for sure." - Dark Discoveries
This is a recent release, brought out to try and help promote my Kindle Press published novel, KELPIE DREAMS.
Currently has six 5-star ratings!
Stakeouts in the heart of a Nova Scotia winter meant adding a heavy suit of long johns and at least one extra pair of gray woolly socks – not a particularly stylish look for anyone, but Rhonda somehow made it work underneath the added girth of her Santa Claus suit.
At least I think that she managed to make it work for at least the first three hours of our vigil.
“My feet are getting cold,” Rhonda complained. “These imitation black leather Santa boots just aren’t cutting it.”
“Forget about it,” I said. “That Santa suit that you are wearing is a whole lot warmer than this elf’s costume. Lincoln green just isn’t my color.”
Rhonda was my best friend. Also, we sometimes work together. I used to be her partner. She had called me about the possibility of a stakeout just last week.
“They’re beating up Santa Claus?” I had said to her, just last week.
“They’re beating up Santa Clauses,” Rhonda had corrected. “Six of them, in the last three weeks.”
“Are you sure about that?” I asked. “Is that Santa Claus, Santa Clauses, or Santa Claus’s?”
“Grammar nerd.” Rhonda rplied.
I grinned at that.
“But seriously, was this some sort of a shopping mall Santa?” I asked. “Is that who we are talking about? I know that some of those I-want-a-pony kids can be awfully brutal, nothing personal Angus.”
Angus just whinnied.
“The parents are usually way worse,” Rhonda said. “But no, I am not talking about a shopping mall Santa. I am talking about one of those guys who stand on a street corner dressed like Santa Claus, shaking a bell to attract donations.”
| Language | Status |
|---|---|
|
German
|
Already translated.
Translated by Rebecca Ernesti
|
|
|
Author review: Amazing work. Rebecca definitely rose to the challenge. |
|
Italian
|
Already translated.
Translated by Daniela Di Lisio
|
|
Portuguese
|
Already translated.
Translated by Ruy Camargo
|
|
Spanish
|
Already translated.
Translated by Estrella García Albacete
|
|
|
Author review: Estrella proved to be both fast, friendly and eager to please. I will definitely work with her in the future. |
