Friday, February 24, 2017

Author/Book Spotlight - Misty Harvey's Malevolent Mind

Thank you Vicki for taking the time to share in Malevolent Mind’s cover reveal. This book has been a lot of fun for me to write and I hope in turn that readers will enjoy it as much as I have.

Hello, Readers!

Thank you for taking your time today to stop by to read about my novel and partake in the cover reveal. This novel has truly been a labor of nightmares. I mean that in the best possible way. Raven’s revenge certainly came straight from those sleep-filled nights. There are pieces that are intricately woven into the story line that I’d conjured up to terrify myself awake. Thank you again for that subconscious. Still, there was something so intriguing about the characters in this novel that I had to write their story.
After a nice talk with my editor I came to realize that there are bits of me woven into each one of them. From Heath and his childhood antics of writing stories to scare others, to Raven and her wild dreams to visit haunted places around the world. Even Kade holds parts of me as well.
As a young child my nephew and I used to write these grand tails to tell our younger siblings. We’d try to make them as scary as possible. Being the young, inventive things we were back then we weren’t going to leave anything up to chance. We would take them into the basement, in one of the backrooms and read the scary tales to them. Just as we’d get to the climatic part of the bit we were reading we’d haul our behinds through the basement, flipping off lights as quickly as possible to leave them alone down there in the dark.
While we were busy laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe our parents were right there, ready to ground us. Still, it didn’t matter how many times we did that to them they kept returning to listen to more of the story. We knew we were onto something when it even managed to scare us.
These things continued to stick with me as I grew up. I wove these stories trying to scare me and others around me. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I don’t.
Still, I will continue to create these tails where I not only get to frighten others and myself, but it’ll give me a chance to delve into the psychological aspects that come with such things. I can’t wait to release more novels in the future for readers to enjoy.
I hope you will all take time to enjoy the excerpt that I’ve chosen from Malevolent Mind and will keep your eyes open for its release on March 16th.

Malevolent Mind


A story so dark, twisted and unfinished has a way of driving the sanest to the brink of insanity.

Between the constant state of bullying from Heath and his friends, and the unrest of not knowing what happened to her twin, Raven seeks revenge. Years later, she becomes the nanny for Heath’s young son, Kade. She helps him start a horror story with the plan to bring the horrible creature Kade created into the real world to torment Heath and his friends. It was perfect, until everything began unraveling. When Kade’s creation no longer wishes to do Raven’s bidding, it becomes a fight for life or death. The only way to survive is to figure out how to finish off the creature before she finds her freedom. Will Kade find a way to stop the creation of his malevolent mind? Or will Raven’s revenge consume them all?


Kade sat there in the middle of the room. He pulled his legs up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. There was nothing to see now that his head cowered there in the darkness of his own lap. If tonight was the night that he’d die, he wasn’t so sure he’d want to see either of the girls coming for him.
His ears perked up. Behind him came the sound of rustling clothes. He lifted his head, unable to keep it down. It was just his imagination. That was all.
The feel of icy breath slid over the back of his neck. Each tiny hair stood at attention as the stench of decay washed over him. Was it the girl from the river or was it Zilla? Kade flipped onto his knees, the beam of the flashlight straight forward.
There, inches from his face, was Zilla. She stared at him. Her mouth was open at an angle as her tongue flicked out against the air. It was too late to run anywhere.
Death stared him right in the face. Part of him felt relief that it was only her. Of course, that was if the other one wasn’t waiting for him as well. He didn’t dare move the flashlight beam to find out. Zilla had appeared out of nowhere so who knew what would happen once the light wasn’t on her?
Kade watched as her blue-tinged hand reached up for him. She held her hand for him to take. Something told him that doing so would be the end of him. Panic gripped his insides and he knew he had moments to make the first move. If he didn’t react soon, she’d overpower him.
He swung out with the flashlight, catching her on the side of the head. Her body rolled across the floor with a sickening thud. Kade was sure that the magnum flashlight had cracked her skull. It had nearly broken his foot when he'd dropped it one time. He jumped across his bed, darting into the hallway. His gaze moved around the hall as he tried to make out anything.
The sound of her rapidly skittering toward him had him running down the hallway. He stopped at Raven’s door, trying her handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Instead, the old wood rattled in the frame.
In a flash of lightning, he watched Zilla skitter into the hall on her hands and feet, her body parallel to the floor as she let out a sickening hiss. Half her head remained dented in from where he’d clocked her with the flashlight. It was a terrifying image to behold. The fact that she continued to chase him regardless turned his stomach.
Kade looked back only briefly before he ran. She was close on his heels. In the distance, he could just make out his father’s door. His bare feet padded against the wood flooring.
Goosebumps raced up his spine as her icy fingers wrapped around his ankle. The weight of his body hit the floor with a loud thud. His head bounced against the hard surface blurring his vision. Tears filled his eyes making it even harder to see. At least now, he wouldn’t have to worry about seeing his death coming.
The cold sensation crept up his leg, over his knee and toward his waist. He could feel the weight of her above him as she crawled up his body. Time slowed so that each second felt like eons. The stench of her undead body burned at his nostrils. Kade gagged on the smell that was so strong he could almost taste it.
He didn’t want to die. Life was too short for him. There was still so much that he wanted to do. Besides, he wasn’t sure who would take care of his father if he wasn’t there any longer. That thought rolled inside of him. He wasn’t going to go out like this, a cowering lump of fear on the floor. If she wanted to kill him, she’d have to fight a lot harder for it.
Kade grabbed her arms, rolling them over as he kicked out with both his legs. Her body smashed into the wall across from them, freeing him to run. He scrambled onto his feet, darting for his father’s room.
The bright light blinded him as he ran for it. That was it. He’d found his end and now he was headed into the light. Just as he’d read in another book. It was his time to cross over.

Misty Harvey loves writing spine-tingling horror novels sure to thrill readers. The psychology behind such tales has always been a fascination for her since she was younger. Even to the point that she once contemplated taking up psychology as a profession. Still, her love resides in the art of storytelling. An art she wishes to continue to share with readers for the rest of her days.

After climbing out of her writing cave and searching the house for the sound of the latest creak or pop, Misty can be found doing one of many things. Often times she spends the remained of her day with her amazingly supportive husband and youngest daughter. While she has two older children that are out there spreading their wings around the world, including giving her a few grandchildren.

Her favorite things to do when not writing are crafts, wrestling with her dog, avoiding her cat’s bite or generally making her husband and daughter crazy. Often times she can be found creating vivid tales with her daughter about whatever mundane thing happened in their day and turning it into a crazy story. She is also an avid gamer, crochet goddess (we shall pretend there), domestic queen, and animal tamer (it’s a work in progress).

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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Point Shot Trilogy Box Set Cover Reveal & Exclusive Character Interview!

The idea to allow Victor Kalinski to host interviews on my blog came to me one day while chatting with my online sprinting friends. I’d been lamenting about being such a bad blogger and not having any ideas. One of the ladies suggested character interviews, which are sort-of fun.

“Maybe I should let Vic host the interviews,” I tossed out flippantly.

The gals loved the idea. When I presented it to Vic a few days later he gave me a quirk of a red eyebrow, an evil smile, and a nod of agreement. And to that end here we are about to unleash Victor on my other characters – and maybe even some who aren’t mine – as their new book releases approach. Forgive me. Truly, I know not what I do.

One other thing...

This is Victor Kalinski. He is/was a hockey player married to a hockey player who spends most of his time with a team of hockey players. Rude talk about sex, genitalia, and bodily functions is a given. Foul language and sarcasm are to be expected. If these things knot your knickers it’s best to leave now because Victor does not hold back. All I can do is hope that Dan being at his side will help temper his tongue a wee tiny bit. Yeah right. *hides under Rangers umbrella*


(Both guys are seated in very nice chairs and are fiddling with microphones just like the Game Grumps use because Victor insisted. Shout out to Arin and Danny! WE LOVE YOU! Ahem. A table rests between the chairs, on top of it is an ice bucket filled with ice and cans of Coca-Cola. Slipknot plays as mood music. V.L. sits off-stage with an umbrella open and held over her head for no reason aside from the fact that it’s a New York Rangers umbrella and toads will probably fall from the skies as punishment from the gods for setting Victor loose in blog-land.)

Victor – “Okay, see V.L. has totally lost her faculties and I do not mean she misplaced her teachers. You know that, right? She plunks me down across from an empty chair, hands me a six-pack of Coke, and tells me to be nice to the guests. If she wants nice she should have given you the gig because your nice. Me? *snorts* I’m about as nice as a pie.”

Dan- “Nice as pie? Vic, that makes no sense. Pie is nice. It’s sweet and crusty. Actually, now that I think on it, you are pie.”

Vic- “I am not sweet. I’m like rattlesnake pie.”

Dan- “You make up the dumbest stuff.”

Vic- “No, I do not Samwise. Down south they make rattlesnake pie. Truth.”

Dan- “Really?”

Vic- “Total gospel. You Canuck’s don’t know about rattlesnake pie? Toss me a Coke.” Dan chucks a cold can of soda to his husband. “Thanks, babe.” Pops the top and takes a long pull. “So, the premise of this whole thing is to do character interviews of V.L.’s and maybe some other author’s imaginary friends in preparation for upcoming releases. Which is okay. I mean, I can get into talking to McGarrity and Lila when their book comes out. And maybe a few other studs in her stable, but this month the upcoming book is ours.”

Dan – “It’s actually a rerelease.”

Vic – “Whatever. It’s still our books coming out now that V.L. has us back and has vowed to never let Vic K. go again. Ah, she’s such a clever minx even if she does cheer for the wrong pro team. Also, many other women have sworn to never let me go once they get their hands on my impressive Polish meat. Several men too. Just saying.”

V.L. – “Can it, Kalinski. Talk books and leave the Rangers and your Polish meat out of it.”

Vic – “Freaking Rangers. I played for Boston and she cheers the pretty boys of Broadway.” Looks at Dan. “Did you ever notice that you strongly resemble that frisky Norwegian winger that V.L. is so fond of?”

Dan – “No clue what you’re talking about.” Cracks open a can of soda then tosses long, dark hair from his face.

Vic- “Right.” Rolls his eyes. “Moving on then. Let’s talk about me.” Dan clears his throat. “Or we can talk about you.”

Dan – “That would be cool. So, I come from a little town in Manitoba called--”

Vic – “When did you first know that I was the hottest thing you ever saw and you had to have me? What? Inquiring minds want to know.”

Dan- “Your mind wants to know. We talk about this all the time, Vic. You and me seeing each other that first day you come back to Cayuga after Boston sent you down for disciplinary reasons.”

Vic – “Disciplinary action my balls. They just wanted to hide me in this ass-crack of a town and pretend I never existed.” Drains first can of Coke. “Toss me another.”

Dan – “No, you need to let the rush from that one wear off. Okay, now back to when we met. I knew you from the news, you know? Seen you play. You had wicked skills. I never knew your eyes were so pretty or so filled with pain until I seen them in person.”

Vic wiggles in his chair.

Vic – “And once you gazed into my lipid hazel eyes you fell head over heels. Blah, blah, typical gay romance novel shit. Move it along folks, nothing to see here.” Waves his hand around.

Dan – “Actually, the first day we met you punched me in the face.”

Vic- “You made a dumb Polack joke. Not that the joke was dumb because it was a pretty decent jab but you insinuated that we Poles are dumb which we are not. So, I popped you.”

Dan – “Yep, you did. I deserved that one though. Then what, like two weeks later or something we was on the road and all over each other.”

Vic- “We did hump like monkeys that first time…”

Dan – “We still do even though we’re married.”

Vic – “Who would have thunk it? I think I might find you hotter now that you got my ring on your finger. If only I could get you to meet me at the door in an apron and high heels.”

Dan – “I’ll meet you at the door with a pile-driver you keep talking about me in an apron. You might be taller than me but you know I can whip your pale ass.”

Vic – “Pft. You pin and fuck me a few times and you think you're Triple H or something. Enough talk about this wrestling crap. Back to me. I mean you. I mean us. Are you digging this show so far? I even picked out a theme song.”

Dan – “This bit has a theme song?”

Vic – “It does.” Cues up Meghan Trainor’s “Me Too” then begins to sing along while flashing a big V whenever the big V is called for in the song. “The V is a two, just thought I’d whip that out since V.L. didn’t explain that well.”

Dan – “Yeah, that song fits you perfect. I think she explained it okay.”

Vic – “You are so fucking cute. That’s why I married you. Your cuteness. Also, I love how you use that tongue of yours.”

Dan gives his lips a good porn star wetting.

Vic – “Keep that up and the good folks at home are going to get a wedge of man sex served up like a slice of warm apple pie with cheese.”

Dan – “Okay, I’ll stop. Not that I never had sex with you where people could read about it, but because every time you mention apple pie with cheese, I end up with Velveeta dribbled over me.”

Vic – “And you’re complaining?”

Dan – “Nope, I just didn’t think V.L. wanted cheese mess all over her new chairs. Tell them about the box set, Vic.”

Vic – “Chill out, babe. V.L. is putting all three of our novellas into a box set and pricing it hella good. Check it. $4.99 for three novellas. I mean, that’s one third what it cost readers who bought the books separately from the publisher. That’s a great deal for digital! For those who want me and Dan in print so they can caress my fine pale Polish skin, V.L. will have you covered. First time ever our story will be available in print and with new artwork. Man, the new covers are hot, romantic, and capture me and my man perfectly. Lay your peepers on this beauty…”

Dan – “Man, those are really nice. Any idea what the print copies will cost?”

Vic – “Not a clue yet but as soon as Madame Author over there finds out she’ll pass it along via the Book of Face, her blog, and her website. We’re shooting for a release date of 3/1/17 so mark that day down on your calendars. There will be no preorders for this book. I was told to say that by the short chick under that tacky red, white, and blue umbrella. You can add us to your Goodreads Want-To-Read list by following the funky little link right here--"

Add Point Shot Box Set to Goodreads Shelf

Dan – “Sweet! So, who are you going to be talking to the next time on the 'The Face Off' show?”

Vic – “Looks like we got Mario and Lila up next. They have a book coming out on 4/6/17 called Snap Shot that will kick off the new Cayuga Cougars LGBT erotic hockey romance series.”

Dan – “I love Mario and Madame Lila. So many people wanted to read more about them. McGarrity is a gas. How many hockey players you see in a kilt? I never seen too many back in Manitoba.”

Vic – “Yeah, he is. We ginger men are all the rage. Also, Lila is the best. I mean. The. Fucking. Best.”

Dan – “She’s awesome. Good to see our transgender sisters and brothers getting some of the spotlight.”

Vic – “Hashtag representation matters. Guess that’s all the time I’m giving this for the day. What say we head home and break out the Velveeta? All that talk about cheese has given me half a chub.”

They leave the set in a rush.

V.L. peeks out from under Rangers umbrella. “Phew. Nary a toad in sight. Okay. Good. Maybe Vic will behave and not be an obnoxious jerk to everyone who sits across from him. And maybe an armadillo will play the national anthem on kazoo at the next Cougar’s home game.”