Book Tour! Murder: It’s All in Your Head

Welcome to the book tour for supernatural thriller, Murder: It’s All in Your Head by Cynthia Hilston!

Murder: It’s All in Your Head

Publication Date: December 5, 2020

Genre: Supernatural Thriller/ Horror

Someone has been getting away with murder for over 100 years in the small town of Hurston, Ohio. But the wrong person has been convicted of those murders every time. In 2018, Cassie Meadows is on her way to school when a bright flash comes out of nowhere, and she wakes in millionaire Randy Davis’s body with blood on her hands…the blood of Randy’s wife, who lies in a pool of crimson in the bathtub with her throat slit. Meanwhile, an old man everyone calls Jimmy Williams raves that he’s the real Randy Davis as he lives out his days in a ward for the criminally insane. In 1914, young Helen Hawkins is unloved and repetitively abused by her father, who is also the town’s pastor. Her only escape is in her dreams, where she wakes in others’ bodies, living other lives, but when her dreams turn out to be reality, the tables are turned on her father. In a story where no one is who they seem, how can Cassie, the latest victim accused of a murder she didn’t commit, end the cycle?

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Excerpt

Cassie pedaled her bike faster to school as thoughts of staying home alone on senior prom night plagued her. A flash of light blinded her. She shielded her eyes. Horns blared and tires squealed, and the whole bike shook to a stop.

When she opened her eyes, a wall of old books stared back. She rubbed her eyes and blinked rapidly, taking in her surroundings. Gone was the familiar tree-lined street with rows of 40-year-old ranches and split-levels. Sunlight filtered in through parted drapes. Unlike her house, where dust danced in light beams, this room sat still.

Her sweaty hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. A chill jolted up her spine and extended down her arms, freezing her in place. She gazed across the room. Marble pillars flanked an archway to another room across the vast library.

A faint noise came from another part of the building. Curiosity claimed her caution as she took a step. Realizing her fingers were wet, she glanced down and nearly fell over. Blood covered her large hands all the way to her thick fingertips!

Cassie gasped. She reached for her throat. A sharp intake of breath.

“What?” she croaked in a foreign voice.blo

A dream. This must be a dream. Her voice rang through her mind, but when she opened her mouth to speak again…

“This can’t be happening.”

Cassie’s hands grasped her throat, in a failed attempt to excise the vocal cords responsible for this new voice. When her fingers grazed whiskers, she raked them over the jaw and cheeks.

“No. N-no.” What the hell?

She closed her eyes and forced herself to take a long, slow breath. Okay, okay. Calm down.

When her eyes opened yet again to this new reality, Cassie gave a shuddering gasp. She felt like she was doused with ice water, the burn throbbing through her body. She tried to step again, but she wavered in this oversized body that wore like a linebacker’s uniform. The large feet lumbered with a clumsiness contrary to her agile body. For a girl who had taken gymnastics since she could walk, the dragging, teetering movement of this form almost stopped her efforts. But Cassie willed herself to move. One step at a time.

Just do the best you can. Her mom’s words echoed through her mind.

Her steps were short-lived as her dad’s advice died. She halted. A trail of red on the spotless marble floor led to an archway. Her nerves fired in overtime, and her head spun. She followed the path and exited the elaborate room into a hallway.

The sound was louder now. The unmistakable sound of running water.

“What’s going on?” Cassie whispered. She tried to ignore the voice. Really tried.

Something moved out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to the right and landed on her reflection, only it wasn’t her face. A tall man of about thirty stared back. She ran her hands through the trim brown beard that contoured the strong jawline, confirming what she felt earlier. Liquid brown eyes under thick, wavy hair and a deep brow held confusion, panic. A sleek black business suit covered her well-built frame—fit for an executive who dined on caviar and champagne and rode in chauffeured limos. But against the black of her suit the blood extended, weaving an unknown horror story.

She shook her head. “This is impossible.” Yet the voice told a different story.

Her body trembled, and her whole being felt different. Cassie’s eyes fell on a picture frame below the mirror. Her fingers fumbled to pick it up. A younger version of the man in the mirror gazed out of the photo. He smiled, his face next to a gorgeous auburn-haired woman. The woman’s hazel eyes crinkled around the edges, her freckles standing out against her fair skin in the sunshine. It was a happy couple’s wedding photo.

Cassie returned the picture to its place, the frame now coated in blood. A drop of crimson marked the floor every few inches. This body must have come from the opposite direction through the house, for how else could she explain the blood everywhere? She rested a hand on the railing at the base of the stairway and gazed up the twisting steps. The running water came from upstairs. She took the first step and steadied herself. Something drew her toward the source of that sound.

Cassie reached the landing and glanced behind her. Her mark was on the railing, another path of blood. The tell-tale trail continued, decorating the floor in a macabre design, as she went down the hallway toward the sound. Her knees wobbled as a dizzy spell overtook her. She steadied herself with a hand to the wall and blanched at the red print she left.

Call the cops.

I don’t know what the hell’s going on.

She pushed herself from the wall and arrived at the bathroom. Water leaked under the door.

The knob slid under her slick hand. She used the end of her sleeve to grip it and pushed the door open enough to peek inside. Pink water flooded the marble floor. Her gaze traveled to the bathtub. Water spilled over the tub’s edge. A woman lay sprawled in the tub, her vacant eyes staring at the ceiling, her mouth open in a scream. Her head lay at an odd angle, her neck nearly cut in two. Blood ran from the gaping gash into the water.

Cassie tried to scream, but her stomach tightened. Bile rose and she vomited into the pooling water and blood. She slammed the door and collapsed against the outside, pulling her knees to her chest. Water soaked her pants, making the fabric stick to her clammy skin. The tall frame of the man’s body convulsed with the sobs of a teenage girl as she cried into her hands. Hands that weren’t hers.

“I want my mom.”

She couldn’t get the dead woman’s face out of her mind. As the scene replayed through her head, Cassie realized where she’d seen the woman before. In the photo. She had been this man’s wife.

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About the Author

Cynthia Hilston is a stay-at-home mom of three young kids, happily married, and lives in the Cleveland, Ohio, area. Writing has always been like another child to her. After twenty years of waltzing in the world of fan fiction, she stepped away to do her debut dance with original works of fiction.

In her spare time – what spare time? – she devours books, watches Supernatural and Outlander, pets her orange kitty, looks at the stars, drinks wine or coffee with good friends, and dreams of what other stories she wishes to tell.

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NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/9/2021

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

Write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character.

The Cat makes a list

Well the Cat in the Hat 
was up to his tricks 
looking for kids 
to bring into the mix.  
He had a big list 
of things left to do 
like tidy his bag 
and polish his shoe. 
He also had things 
like talk to the fish, 
walk on a ball,
balance a dish, 
take a long walk, 
Sing a new song, 
play a new game, 
the list was real long. 
The Cat sat to think 
about what to do first 
he decided a drink  
who help quench his dry thirst 
When all of a sudden 
he finally found 
a book and a pen 
to write it all down. 
He wrote down his list 
in a second or two 
He loved the red ink 
and also the blue. 
He jotted and scribbled 
until the paper was full 
He put on his hat 
and gave it a pull 
He went on his way 
to find some kids to play 
and decided to leave 
the list to some other day. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry Fanfiction
NaPoWriMo 2021

Book Review: “I Will Never Leave You”

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I Will Never Leave You by S.M. Thayer takes you on an inside look at what a couple will do to have a baby of their own. You won’t want to put it down! 

Trish and James have what every couple wants, love, careers, and an endless amount of money thanks to Trish’s father and his banking success. The one thing they’ve never been able to get is a baby despite all the different attempts and methods. When Trish finds out that James has a mistress, she feels like her life is shattered. She is broken into even more pieces when James tells her that Laurel is pregnant with his baby! Who is Laurel and where did James meet her? Does this mean that Trish is the sole reason she and James don’t have a baby of their own?  

I give this book 5 out of 5 stars. I was hooked from the beginning and with all the twists and turns of the plot, I couldn’t stop reading until the very last page. Everything you think will happen does; or at least seems to happen. Thayer has done a fantastic job at keeping the plot moving and the reader guessing.  

Book Review: Anger is an Acid

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Anger is an Acid is the third book in Michael Clark’s series of ghost stories. This final tale is one you won’t be able to put down until the last page! Tim wants his girls back and can’t bear to lose anyone else in the process. It takes all he has, to not succumb to death as his heart is breaking at the thought of losing his two beautiful daughters.  

Tim and Holly are tired of Mildred and her murderous antics. With the news of Mildred Wells now gone public, staying out of the public eye is nearly impossible. Clark introduces some new characters to thicken the plot of the dangerous situation Tim and Holly are in, making a ghost story that is so believable and haunting at the same time. Just when you aren’t sure how the author is going to pull off another step in the plot he does so seamlessly, and you continue to be engaged. Without spoilers I’d say the ending is a good one and you will definitely be happy reading to the very last page.  

I give this book 4.5 out of 5 stars for a book that is written in such a way that it is so realistic that even if you don’t believe in ghosts, you will still fear for Tim and Holly and wonder what Mildred Wells is going to do next! If you start with book #1 there is really no downfall to the series, however as a stand-alone book there may be loose ends that are confusing to a reader started with book #3.  

©2021 CBialczak Book Review

Distracted: Your Daily Word Prompt

To participate go to: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/your-daily-word-prompt-distracted-ydwordprompt-January-7-2021/

The Cat in the Hat comes to play

The Cat in the Hat knew the mom would be mad 
if she saw all the toys and goodies he had. 
He tried to keep quiet and out of her way 
to keep her distracted was the way he could stay. 

He started with smiles and a proud, firm handshake 
His brow started sweating, she would know it was fake 
All he had to get by was this first “How d’ya do?” 
Then to get to the kids, just he and those two. 

So he started to walk on his back legs to show 
that he knew that his back was the rude way to go. 
The mother was pleased by the Cat’s gentle tone 
She was happy to leave the three of them all alone. 

The Cat took his bag and all the tricks he had found 
The comics and posters and the car with the sound 
He spread them all out on the rug in the room 
He had his own bag and could clean with his broom. 

The kids were so happy to see all his stuff 
He wondered if they thought there wasn’t enough.  
But for hours they played without one single fight 
A perfect fun day led to a quite tired night. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction

The Sunday Whirl: The Cat gets scared!

The Cat sat there waiting by the light of the moon 

He wanted the kids here, he wanted them soon. 

He thought he saw something shine up in his eye 

He heard something breathing, he heard something sigh.  

From around a sharp corner a thing did appear 

The cat heard a bark. He didn’t want to show fear. 

It was almost the morning, time to look for the sound 

It wasn’t a mean dog, not even a hound.  

It was the kids for the Cat, they were playing a trick 

Feeling no divine intervention, the Cat he felt sick. 

The kids felt real sorry for scaring their buddy 

Pasting on a fake smile even though feeling cruddy.  

The Cat gasped real loud when he saw the kids cry 

He thought they should open their minds and should try 

To follow the Cat’s lead to have fun for the time 

Just having fun and laughing isn’t a crime 

So they went on together to enjoying their day 

The kids and the Cat had games they would play.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction

Book Tour! The Haunting of Gallagher Hotel

We are thrilled to share this amazing new novel by K.T. Rose! The Haunting of Gallagher Hotel just proves that ghost stories are perfect any time of the year! 

Read on for an exclusive peek and an amazing giveaway to enter! 

The Haunting of Gallagher Hotel

Publication Date: November 5th, 2020

Genre: Supernatural Horror/ Paranormal

Pride and greed infect the soul, anchoring the dead to Gallagher Hotel.

When Chris, a master thief, and Riley, a contract waitress, get mysterious invites to an exclusive party at the haunted Gallagher Hotel, they discover that there is more at play than simple celebrations.

Hidden truths are revealed, and all hell breaks loose. But the “party” has just begun.

Now, Chris and Riley face their demons as they fight to survive a hellish nightmare full of spoiled secrets, carnage, and vengeful spirits lost to the hotel dating back to the turn of the 20th century.

Will they survive the night? Or will their souls be devoured by the most haunted building in Michigan?

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/54587629-the-haunting-of-gallagher-hotel

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About the Author

K.T. Rose is a horror, thriller, and dark fiction writer from Detroit, Michigan. She posts suspense and horror flash fiction on her blog at kyrobooks.com and is the author of a suspenseful short story series titled Trinity of Horror, an erotic thriller novel titled When We Swing, and A Dark Web Horror Series. She also writes supernatural and paranormal horror novels and short stories. 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/K.-T.-Rose/e/B01N4T91M2

Website/blog: https://kyrobooks.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kyrobooks

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kyrobooks

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Twitter Tags: @kyrobooks @RRBookTours1 #RRBookTour

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08BZSQKB4

Amazon international: https://mybook.to/Gallagherhotel

The book is in the Kindle Unlimited program as well.

Excerpt

Chapter One

She’ll never forget the day she died.

Torches lit up the town square, illuminating scowling and shouting faces. The townspeople launched stones and spit, pegging Trudy’s arms and face as she trudged through the abhorrent mob. She cringed when a pebble struck her cheek. Pain erupted, shooting through her face like lightning striking the earth.  

Deputy Hill yanked her arm, leading her through the narrow path the townspeople created. Fists balled, Trudy groaned as the rope around her wrists dug into her skin. Her bare feet picked up glass shards and debris from the cobblestone path as she shuffled along.  

She glared around at the angry faces and recognized the men, women, and children of Holloway. She’d done more for them than any God before her. Many of those people owned the very businesses that lined the stone slab she marched across that night. Building and financing the rows of wooden businesses lining the town’s square accounted for half the things she’d done for Holloway. She fed the hungry, made clothes for cold children, and taught woman’s independence. The ever-growing list of the townspeople’s wants was endless. At one point, she didn’t mind the busy work. Fulfilling dreams of the once poor town kept her boisterous and distracted from her bitter reality. Trudy was Holloway’s personal shepherd, making the people her needy sheep.  

Hands snagged at her lavender tea gown, adding dirty prints to the blood drops and grime from the beatings in that putrid cell. She glared at the bare-faced man towering over her. The brim of his deputy hat cast a thick shadow, hiding his dark eyes and pale face.  

Deputy would miss her. She was sure of it. He got off on the assaults that bruised her face. His heavy fists pounded her bones and scraped her skin until she confessed. And even after her confession, he continued with his evening visits, slamming her body into cinder block walls and passing off open-handed blows to her nose, cheeks, and eyes.  

Trudy sighed. A bath with lavender and Epsom salt sounded good for the swelling. She didn’t realize how bloated and purple her once beautiful, fairly smooth skin had become until she passed by the picture window in front of the town’s jail just before they began her walk of shame. Her dark hair matted to her forehead, washed by sweat and blood. Her plump lips were chapped and bloated with bruises.  

Even then, her face pulsed with intense hurt. Pain shot through it whenever she winced. 

The sea of convictions roared, growing louder as she drew closer to the opposite end of the square.  

“Adulterer,” yelled a woman. 

“Traitor,” screeched a boy. 

“Murderer,” said a pot-bellied man. 

Their accusations sent a sickening jolt through her bones. She watched the path underneath her slowing feet, fighting back the tears. 

How could they turn on me like this? 

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