Hey you guys, Hell Night is live on the Kindle store! Pick up a copy! Read it! Enjoy it! Post a review! You’re awesome!
Okay, it’s time. Mark those calendars, tell your friends, tell your enemies, call the newspapers. I just got the physical proof of HELL NIGHT, the second Alex Rains adventure, and me and my cat agree that it’s pretty awesome. So, let’s do this thing. And if you haven’t already, this would be a great time to check out the first Alex Rains Novel, The Devil’s Mouth
Thanks so much to all of you who have been waiting patiently.
What the heck is a Bearalope? Where the heck is Prosperity?
That’s why we call it a teaser.
Alex Rains knows all about killing vampires. Too bad it’s not vampires this time. If Alex survives his trip to Prosperity, he’s going to need to update his resume.
I am a creature of habit. When those habits get disrupted, things go off course very quickly. I stop blogging for a few days and it’s all over. And don’t even talk to me about Duolingo.
So, yes, I’ve been neglecting my blog, and I’m sorry. In my defense, I’ve been busy trying to push my novel on anybody who can read English.
Would a free book make up for it? Because The Devil’s Mouth is free all this weekend. But if you like it, you have to send me cookies.
Matt Kincade’s breakout novel doesn’t just kick butt in the action scenes—all writers in this genre had better know their way around describing exciting murder and mayhem—the story goes DEEP and BROAD in creating a believable world where society’s outcasts and outlaws have formed a community to defend the world from equally established criminal organizations of fanged, undead predators.
I’ve gotta say, after living for quite some time with this bizarre fantasy world churning around in my brain, it feels pretty darned good to get it out in the world and have normal people not think that I’m completely insane. Thanks for the great review, Patrick! Check out out Patrick’s website, and of course pick up a copy of The Devil’s Mouth!
Aw, heck yes. After a whole lot of time and effort, I am kicking this little baby bird out of the nest. The Devil’s Mouth is available on the Kindle store, and for a limited time it’s only .99 cents.
I’d just like to give a great big thank you to all of you out there in blog land, you’ve all been so supportive and just all around awesome.
Here’s another little vignette starring rockabilly vampire hunter Alex Rains, star of the soon to be released novel The Devil’s Mouth.
Terry leaned sideways across the armrest of the old couch, one hand behind his head and the other across the back of the couch, holding a lit cigarette between two fingers. His mohawk wasn’t done up, and the blonde stripe of hair fell down to one side. He was shirtless, and had a skull tattoo over his heart.
Amber leaned into Terry, her head against his bare chest. Her tank top rucked up over her lean belly, revealing a bangly navel piercing. She readjusted and scooted higher upon him, her knees tucked up close.
The little house was dark, only lit by the TV.
“Babe,” said Terry, “I’m hungry.”
“I know,” she replied, playing with his hair. “But I can’t do it again. Not this soon.”
“Oh come on, just a little bit.”
“No, Terry. I can’t. I’m still dizzy from last time.”
“But I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Terry picked up the TV remote from amongst the mess on the coffee table and changed the channel. “But baaaaabe, I’m hungry.”
“You just ate yesterday.” She rubbed her hand against his bony chest. “You said you’d be good for three days.”
“But I’m hungry now.”
“You know I can’t do it again so soon.”
Terry took a drag off his cigarette. “I don’t see why you have to be such a bitch about it.”
“Come on, Terry. I love you.”
“I’m just kidding.” He blew out smoke. “Bitch.”
“Don’t say that.” She snuggled against him like a child. “Just love me.”
“I love you even though you’re a bitch.” He tapped ashes onto the floor and then snaked an arm around her shoulders. She sighed contentedly.
Terry leaned in, parting his lips as he neared her neck. “I’ll just take a little bit. Just a pint.”
“No, babe. Please.”
He pulled his lips back, razor sharp fangs slick with saliva. His breath was hot on her neck. “But you taste so good. You know you want it.”
“Please no, Terry, you know what’ll happen.”
“It’ll just hurt for a second.”
“Bitch.” He leaned in, and suddenly his hand was an iron collar around her neck. “You couldn’t stop me. I could just take what I want.” He rested his lips against her neck, and the tips of his fangs just grazed the skin. Her breath hitched.
She squirmed, halfheartedly pushing against his chest. “You know I couldn’t. But you love me.”
Terry grinned. “If you won’t do it, maybe I’ll go find some girl who will. Maybe I won’t be so nice to her. What about your sister?” Still holding her fast, he leaned forward and dropped his cigarette butt into one of the empty beer bottles on the coffee table.
She grimaced, and her voice was a childlike whimper. “Please, babe. I can’t. I’m still sick from last time.”
“Don’t you love me?”
“You know I do.”
“Well I’m hungry.”
She let out a shuddering sigh. “Okay,” she said. “Just a little bit.”
He smiled gleefully. “I love you, babe!” He released her neck, and slapped her ass as she stood up. “Bitch.”
She walked into the bedroom and returned with a shoebox, then sat down next to him and opened the lid. He watched hungrily as she took out a length of surgical tubing and tied it around her arm. Amber clenched and unclenched her fist, watching as the veins swelled in her forearm. “Just a little bit, babe.”
He nodded. “I know. Just a little.”
Amber took out a length of plastic tubing, terminating at one end with a needle. She made sure the plastic ratchet clamp was tightened on the tubing, sighed, swallowed, and slipped the needle into her vein.
She undid the tourniquet around her arm. Red flowed up the tube to the clamp and stopped. She took a length of tape and secured the needle in place, then put the other end of the hose into a simple drinking glass.
“Hurry up, babe.”
“Almost there, Terry.” She released the clamp. Red flowed and looped through the clear plastic hose, sputtering and pouring out into the glass. She watched the level carefully, her fingers hovering over the tube clamp.
At about two fingers, she reached for the clamp.
“Wait,” said Terry. He held her wrist. “Just a little more.”
“No, babe, it’s too much.”
His eyes narrowed. “Who fucking cares.”
“Babe…” She made to sit up, and he pinned her down with a hand around her throat. Careful not to disturb the hose, he straddled her, holding her down with his weight. She struggled and he held her fast. “Babe, please.”
He screwed his face up into a parody of hers, “Babe, please,” he whined.
The level of blood in the glass still rose.
Her eyes fluttered. Her skin grew pale and clammy. She tried to fight him, but could not. Tears flowed down her cheeks.
“You know what, I’m fucking sick of you.” The glass brimmed, and Terry took the hose and popped the bloody end into his mouth. “You know why I never bit you? It’s cause I wouldn’t want you to be a vampire. The thought of listening to you whine for eternity makes me want to fucking kill myself.”
“Say goodnight, bitch. I think you’ll be a better lay after you’re dead.”
Her fingers trembled and twitched.
A shotgun blast shattered the stillness of the summer night. The doorknob of the tiny house spun across the room and put a divot in the drywall. The cheap hollow core door, mortally wounded, twisted on its hinges.
The man in the white cowboy hat racked another shell into the shotgun as he kicked the remains of the door away. He wore a gaudy Hawaiian print shirt, unbuttoned, with a white tee shirt underneath. A Japanese sword hung at his waist. His eyes were dark as the shadow of a tombstone. He levelled the shotgun at Terry.
Terry spun Amber around as a shield and cowered behind her. She hung limply in his grip, her head lolling over his fist. “Who the fuck are you, man?”
“Boy, I’m the fucking grim reaper.”
Terry’s eyes danced around the room, searching for escape. “I’ll fucking kill her, I swear to God.”
“Looks to me like you already did.”
“Are you sure of that, asshole?”
“Seems she’d be dead either way. And really, what’s one more? See, I been lookin’ for you, boy. Been followin’ you since Taos. I know about all of them. Jessica. Sarah. Bethany. Rachel. In the big scheme of things, one more don’t matter to me. What matters to me is putting your punk vampire ass in the ground for good, and that’s gonna happen one way or another.”
“Then why don’t you just shoot through her, asshole?” Terry laughed, “Yeah, that’s what I though. You fucking pussy.”
Amber’s eyes fluttered open. She reached her hand around and seized the tube protruding from her arm. In one smooth motion, she ripped it free and jammed the needle, still spurting blood, into her lover’s eye.
Terry screamed and let go of her throat as he brought his hands to his face. She fell to the ground.
In an eyeblink, The vampire hunter fired. Terry’s head, from the nose up, ceased to exist. A red mess decorated the far wall. His body fell headlong over the couch, coming to rest at an obscene angle, legs dangling crazily in the air. Amber sunk to her knees and sobbed once.
“Easy there, little darlin’.” Alex drew his sword as he approached Terry. “It’s all over now. You best look away.”
She didn’t look away.
So hey there, authors. I’m getting set to release my urban fantasy thriller, The Devil’s Mouth, on the Kindle store in about two weeks. I’m looking for reviews, and the book review blog scene seems to be pretty well saturated with manuscripts. Is anybody else out there looking for advance reviews? Want to trade? Comment on here or look me up through the contacts page.
Also, if you’re an avid reader who posts reviews on Amazon or Goodreads or you happen to run a book review blog that I somehow missed, and you think the book looks awesome, please don’t hesitate to contact me.
Save the date! I am very pleased to announce that The Devil’s Mouth, my much-anticipated action-horror thriller, will be available on Amazon’s Kindle store on May 17.
Yeah I know I said it would be out in April. I lied. This time I’m serious though. It’s been a long road, and I’m really excited to finally be kicking this little baby bird out of the nest.
Here’s the blurb:
The only things Alex Rains cares about are rock ’n’ roll, classic cars, and killing vampires—that is, until he meets Carmen, a tough-as-nails cop who’s hot on the trail of her missing little sister.
When the two join forces, they leave a trail of corpses across the desert as they race against the clock, hunting an ancient evil that’s preyed on the migrants of the American Southwest since the time of the Spanish conquest.
While Alex leads Carmen deeper into the deadly, secret world of vampire hunters and their quarry, a romance blooms that neither of them expected. But when it all goes wrong, Alex is forced to make a grueling choice.
An action-horror thriller from author Matt Kincade, The Devil’s Mouth is an adrenaline-fueled ride through the dark underbelly of America: a warped landscape of old motels, seedy roadhouse bars, and monsters lurking in the night.
Sounds cool, right? Stay tuned, more updates to follow.
Well hello there, reader! Just a quick update on the progress of my soon-to-be-released book, The Devil’s Mouth.
But first I’d like to say, “soon” is one of those words that quickly loses all meaning when you read it too many times. Soon. Soon. Soon soon soon. Soooooon….
Okay, anyway. I’ve just received the first proof of the Kindle version of The Devil’s Mouth, (My soon-to-be-released supernatural action-horror novel) and I must say it’s looking sharp. If I hadn’t already read it like ten thousand times at this point, I would definitely want to buy it.
So, I’m reading through it one more time, making sure the formatting is okay. And I’m also making a list of blogs and websites that review this sort of thing, in anticipation of its Kindle release, which will likely be later this month. Exciting!
If anybody would like to suggest a book review blog or website, (of which there are a bewildering variety) please let me know down in the comments or shoot me an email. And if any of my loyal readers are interested in an advance copy for review, that could possibly be arranged…