Showing posts with label H.P. Lovecraft. Show all posts
Showing posts with label H.P. Lovecraft. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Take the Plunge this Summer into Something New...

The annual Mocha Memoirs Press Anniversary Sale is winding down. It ends July 31st, but you still have time to visit our website, Mocha Memoirs Press, and download our horror, science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal romances for $2.00 or less.

This is an exciting time to try genres you may not otherwise try for an inexpensive price. So walk on the wild child, and take the leap into something new.

You may discover you like it.

After all, a little diversity spices things up.

Enjoy!

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Sunday, October 28, 2012

Two New Dark Mocha Bites

Our month long celebration of all things horror winds down to a close this week. We bring you two exciting new additions to the Dark Mocha Bites series: Robert D. Welsh's OLDE CAMDEN ROAD and Billy London's PLAYING DEAD.

Be sure you have tasted  all the Dark Mocha Bites!
 

Thursday, October 11, 2012

In the Dark Light: The Water Has Memory

Throughout the month of October, Mocha Memoirs Press will point the dark light on one of our published horror stories. These stories will scare, thrill, and make you leave the light on at night. Horrifyingly good, our Dark Light stories are quick downloads and are less than $3.00 USD.
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This week's dark light title is The Water Has Memory by Pete Zimmerman. This tale brings up thoughts of H.P.  Lovecraft's works.


Blurb: One of Dr. Nigel Hawkston’s oldest friends, Richard,  is deathly ill, hiding in the desert of an obscure American territory called Arizona because he’s terrified of water.

From a centuries old convent in Tucson, Richard sends a telegram to Dr. Nigel Hawkston in London, asking him to please come, and to please hurry. Richard’s odd phobia will only be the first of many strange and disturbing things that Dr. Hawkston will uncover. He will learn the horrible meaning of the old homeopathic concept that The Water Has Memory.




Grab a copy of this dark mocha delight at our website,

Friday, October 5, 2012

Third One's a Trio of Dark Delights: Descent Into Madness

October's month long DARK MOCHA BITES celebration delivers the best we have in dark, delicious horror and dark paranormal romance. Our third offering of the week is anything but dull...it is quite bitter.

Taking us down into madness is our resident editor and author extraordinaire, Michael LaRocca. We've witnessed it talent for suspense and twists and turns in LAZARUS.


For October, Michael has given us something truly fresh and straight out of the Twilight Zone in DESCENT INTO MADNESS.

Blurb: Did you ever feel that your life was but a series of experiments being conducted upon you by forces unknown and unknowable? Does the nature of reality change almost daily, as if someone wanted to see how you’d react? Are there things you knew in your very core you’d never do, until you discovered you were wrong and you did them? Did you ever wish the dead would just stay dead?

Excerpt

Wouldn't life be simpler if the dead just stayed dead?
Bert gazed at Wendy's closed eyes. He held one of her tiny hands in his and noticed how cold it was. Behind him stood the doctor and the nurse who would disconnect the vast array of machinery that all but surrounded them.
"This isn't her," Bert said to no one. "This is only an empty shell."
Bert squeezed Wendy's hand. There was no response. He leaned over her and whispered, "I love you," into her ear. He rose to his feet, released her hand and stepped aside. There was no change, no sign that she was anything more than a rock or a piece of furniture.
The doctor was waiting patiently when Bert turned to him. Bert nodded. The doctor smiled weakly, sympathetically. Bert felt vaguely like an intruder.
The doctor signaled the nurse to switch off the respirator. The nurse complied and Wendy's chest collapsed. The doctor reached for the tube that entered Wendy's nose and led to her lungs. He wiped it with a cloth as he pulled it out—pull, wipe, pull, wipe, pull, wipe—then handed it to the nurse.
The EKG and EEG alarms beeped loudly. Wendy's eyes opened and she bolted upright in the bed. The stunned doctor quickly stepped away.
"Bert?"
"Wendy?!"
"Bert!"
"My God!"
Of course it was a miracle. What else could it have been?