Chasity Nicole presents Whispers in the Night

Hi everyone, today I have the awesome privilege of helping with the cover reveal for the upcoming release of a collection of spooky stories from my friend and colleague over at Sins of Time, Chastity Nicole.


Whispers in the Night: A Collection of Short Stories

Release Date: March 21st, 2018


What happens when a fairy has lost their way? Or an evil head mistress runs a boarding school where children are disappearing? What about dreams that feel so real you wake up to find it wasn’t a dream after all? How about talking pants? Find out in these nine twisted and dark tales written by Chasity Nicole, previously published in other anthology collections.

Featuring Stories:

A Ghostly Haunting: Originally published in Sins of the Past

Graduation Day: Originally published in Sins of the Future

The Lost Fairy: Originally Published in Darkly Never After

The Hexed Pants

And many others…





London Calling – A Charity Anthology

It’s London week for me. Tomorrow is the official release day of book 4 of my P.A.W.S. Saga – LONDINIUM, (Join the FB release party tomorrow for oodles of authors, books and prizes)

But today I’m excited to announce another release. I have a story in this charity collection, LONDON CALLING.

Quill & Ink PR’s charity anthology London Calling is LIVE!!!
One click your copy today while it’s 99c before the price is increased to $2.99!

All proceeds go to #LitWorld where your purchase will help strengthen kids and communities through stories!

Available now on Amazon ➞
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Join the release party – I’ll be hanging out there this evening

Join Quill & Ink in a multi-genre exploration of London. Within these pages, we fall in love, go back in time, sit on the edge of our seats with sweaty palms and racing hearts, and even solve some mysteries—all in support of LitWorld, a charity tackling worldwide illiteracy.

Slings & Arrows by Sarah Buhrman
Ring Me by C.L. Cannon
Postcards from London by Rebekah Dodson
Ripping the Sheets by Shakyra Dunn
Mistaken Identity by Stacey Johnston
My Partner, The Brit by Jessika Klide
The Life and Death of George Weeks by Debbie Manber Kupfer
The Cave by Claire Lalique
Destination Wedding by Lily Ryan

Please note that some of these stories contain adult content.

#LondonCalling #QuillinkPR



3 New Anthology Releases!

Hi everyone, sorry I haven’t been on here much recently. I spent much of October traveling with my daughter to Israel (to see my mother) and London (to hang out with friends). It was fun and exhausting and now I’m back and have some news.

While I was away this happened:


13 Candles is a collection of 13 never-before-published Halloween-themed short stories by 13 YA authors. My story, The Costume, is loosely set in my P.A.W.S. universe and features Miri’s childhood friend, Jenny. 50% of all proceeds from the sales of this anthology with be donated to Global Giving, an international organization that provides funds directly to local charities in communities that need it most.

Pick up your copy today in paperback or Kindle or read for free on Kindle Unlimited.

But wait there’s more yesterday saw the release of not one, but two more anthologies that include stories by me.

The first is book 3 of the Sins of Time series, that included Sins of the Past and Sins of the Future.  I am both the editor and a contributor to each of these volumes. Our new volume Sins of the Gods features horror stories of mythology. My own tale, Shades of Black, is a cautionary tale about why it’s not a great idea to get on the wrong side of Gaea.


Pick up a copy today on Amazon or Google Play.

And one more Halloween themed anthology. This one’s free. A collection of drabbles (100 word stories) put together by the folk at Fiction Writer’s Global. Download your copy free and enjoy.


Stories for Change

Every year authors of all genres get together and donate their writing to fantastic causes. I myself have been part of several wonderful charity anthologies. All have been awesome experiences and I highly encourage my author friends on here who have yet to be part of a charity anthology to get involved. The rewards for you and the charity are immense.

Here are some recently published charity anthologies available for purchase. Each contains some amazing stories and you’re sure to be something for everyone in this list.


Let’s start with this beautiful box set anthology in aid of autism awareness. Isn’t that cover amazing? I can’t wait to read these thirteen fantasy tales.

Ever in the After: Lift4Autism Charity Anthology
100% of the proceeds will be donated to Lift4Autism
99 cents for a limited time!

In Ever in the After, 13 authors come together to explore fantastical realms full of supernatural creatures, dark intrigue, and spells that may or may not be curses.

A must-have fantasy collection full of surprises, secrets, and strong teenagers who know what they need to do to succeed in these mystical realities.

Preorder your copy today!


In 2016 I had stories in four charity anthologies. Here’s a run down:

The idea for Stardust, Always was conceived after the deaths of David Bowie and Alan Rickman from cancer. A group us from Facebook’s NaNoWriMo group wanted to do something in honor of the two stars who had a profound effect on so many people’s lives. As a cancer survivor myself I was drawn to this group and was honored to donate a story to this collection.


All proceeds from Stardust Always go to St Jude Children’s Research Hospital.

We’ve All Been There is a collection of memoirs from eight authors who talk about their personal struggles in the hopes of empowering others going through tough times.


All proceeds from We’ve All Been There go to Project Semicolon.

Proceeds for the two Longest Night Watch anthologies go to Alzheimers’ research. The books were created in honor of the late and great Terry Pratchett and I have a short story in volume 2.

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The final charity anthology to which I contributed in 2016 was Rescue Me: Purrfect Companions in aid of the Cat Network. My story in this one is Cecilia’s Tale, which I hope to expand into a picture book coming out later in 2017.


So there we have it. Six wonderful charity anthologies, all filled with compelling tales from awesome authors and all for important causes. Please pick up your copies today and share this post.

Thank you!


Sins of the Past – Round up!

Sins Of The Past

Over the last few months I’ve publishing a series of interviews and extracts from the authors of the Sins of the Past anthology.

Here are the links to all the Sunday interviews in case you missed any.

Enter if you dare . . .


Sunila Vig

Matt Lovell

Kerry E.B. Black

Laura K. Cowan

Don Miskel

N.M. Scuri

Kristin Roahrig

J. Kendall

Chasity Nicole

Joseph Lofthouse

Jen Ponce

T. D. Harvey

Andy Morris

Debbie Manber Kupfer

Michael “Mad Mike” Nagy

Misha Burnett

Cleve Sylcox

Pick up a copy of Sins of the Past today.

Sins of the Past – signed copies now available directly from me for just $15 including shipping (US orders only)

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Or pick up a copy from Amazon.

Coming soon – Sins of the Future including my story, Doris – don’t you want to meet her?


Sins of the Past – Andy Morris


Today on Paws 4 Thought we continue our Sins of the Past series with Andy Morris, author of Birthright. Tell us a little bit about yourself, Andy.

I live in a small town in the West Midlands, England called Wednesbury with my fiancé, Gemma and my two children, Harry (6) and Emily (4). I’m currently working for a joinery company manufacturing door frames and doors, which at the moment is taking up a lot of my time so finding time to write is difficult, but I do what I can when free time becomes available. I’ve always been a big horror fan, whether it be films, novels, or even comics and have often been told I have a morbid imagination, which does come in handy when writing horror.

Who are your favorite authors?

 Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Brian Keane.

Tell us a bit about your story, Birthright?

Birthright is a story about a young boy and how his haemophilia transforms him into a vampire. I set it during the Russian Revolution because of the Tsar’s young son Alexei, who did suffer from the condition and whose disappearance has been shrouded in mystery. Birthright is actually a small part of a much larger story that I have been working on for a while.

 If you could travel back in time to any place and period in the past where and when would you go?

I’d travel to ancient Greece around 2000 B.C.

 What attracts you to writing horror?

The macabre and the sinister have always fascinated me and having a slightly weird imagination, it seemed a perfect fit.

 What are you currently reading?

The Strain by Chuck Hogan and Guillermo Del Toro.

 Are you planning to write a story for Sins of the Future? Any hints about your story?

I do have plans for a story. All I can say at this time is when the world is ending and food is running out, what lengths would you go to to survive?

 What do you like to do to relax?

I like to read, watch films, and spend time with my family.

 What are you currently working on?

I’m currently working on the series of novels set in the same world as Birthright.

How about a snippet from Birthright?

It has been sixteen years since my whole family, including myself, were killed in the town of Tobolsk, Russia.

It all started in 1905 when peaceful protesters marched upon the Winter Palace, my family’s home at the time. Although my father was not in residence then, he was blamed for the shootings by the palace guards, which resulted in nearly a hundred deaths and over 300 more severely injured. This day was to be known as Bloody Sunday and was the start of my father’s decline as the ruler of my motherland. This set in motion events, which would take another thirteen years to come to a head and during that time my life would change forever.

What happened next, you will not find in any history books. Scholars will not be talking about it. For what happened to me, Alexei, son of the last tsar of Russia, heir to the throne, was unnatural. I was born with a blood disorder, a disorder known as haemophilia. To many this is a disorder where the body can’t produce the blood-clotting agents it needs in order to heal, but what you may not know is that the literal translation for this disorder is

Love of blood”.

Like all parents, mine were very protective, but more so because of my condition. The slightest bruise or cut could have been life threatening and like most young boys growing up I had my fair share of bumps. This bought all kinds of doctors to treat me, but it was one instance in 1912, when I was just ten years of age, when my condition really took its toll. We were vacationing in the town of Spala when I fell from my horse while hunting and I was in a critical condition – so much so that the last sacrament was read to me by a priest. Doctors could do nothing for me and my mother resorted to turning to a starets (a spiritual elder of the Russian Orthodox Church) to come and see what could be done. This man’s name was Grigori Yefimovich. Known to many as Rasputin…

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To read more pick up a copy of Sins of the Past today in Kindle or paperback.

UK readers can follow this link to Amazon UK.

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Sins of the Past – T.D. Harvey


Today on Paws4Thought I continue my Sins of the Past series with British author T.D. Harvey. Tell us a little bit about yourself, Tee.

My name is T. D. Harvey, but you can call me Tee. I live in Hampshire, which is on the south coast of England. I’ve been writing all my life, but in spring 2013, I decided to get serious. Since then I have had three stories published and have many more scheduled for this year. My writing is generally dark fiction, but can go in any direction. I am a discovery writer. I make no plans, nor do I plot my characters’ journeys. I simply sit at the keyboard and write. It’s a wonderful experience, but it makes editing a nightmare.

My writing time is limited. I work full time as a Business Analyst—a job I very much enjoy. However, my dream is to drop my hours and concentrate more on my writing, perhaps even write full time. I also have to make room for my chronic pain condition, Fibromyalgia, that can make me too ill to write. So, I scribble at every opportunity; in my lunch break, whilst waiting for a doctor’s appointment, when I am unable to rest at night and when my partner is out of the house and I have some peace and quiet.

Who are your favorite authors?

My favourite authors are varied.

Mark Tufo (Zombie Fallout series) is a fabulous storyteller and an inspiration for Indie writers. He has built a loyal fan base by developing a relationship with his readers. He’s someone an aspiring Indie writer can learn from. 

Tell us a bit about your Sins of the Past story?

In the Stillness and the Silence came to me whilst watching some of the World War I anniversary coverage on television in 2014. It got me thinking about how difficult life was in the trenches and how brave those men were, how much we owe to them. When the idea of an historical horror anthology was first raised, I was intrigued, but not particularly interested in submitting.

History, as my GCSE history teacher will attest, has never been my strong point. However, the WWI coverage struck such a cord with me, that I wasn’t surprised when the story made itself known. As a discovery writer, I never plot or plan a story. So when I sat at my laptop and started typing, Frank appeared. At that point, I didn’t know this was to be my ‘Sins’ submission. I just typed and waited to see what Frank’s story was.

What inspires you to write?

Life, the universe and everything. I was recently driving to work and a single word inspired me to write a story the moment I stopped the car. I keep pens and pads with me at all times because I never know what will trigger a new idea.

If you could travel to any time and place in the past where and when would you go?

I found this a difficult question. As I said, history never interested me when I was younger. The older I get, the more interested in history I become. There are many periods in history I find fascinating, but if I were to have been born then, I wouldn’t be in a good position in life. But as a visitor, I could simply observe and enjoy. So, I think I’d probably visit 1910 through to the late 1920’s Britain. I find that part of our history fascinating. There was so much change around then. The fall of the big estates and the servants that held them together, the rise of Hitler, the increased reliance on new technologies…The rate of change back then must have been exciting for the young and terrifying for the old. I think there are many similarities between the then and now. It would be fascinating to see just how much.

What do you like to do to relax?

With physical activities no longer open to me, my relaxation often comes from TV, movies and audiobooks. I also have two Tonkinese cats and three tropical fish tanks. I like to grow my own vegetables too and my partner has built a greenhouse and garden on stilts so no bending down or digging for me!

Kike  Kike and Anjali

We love kitties here at Paws4Thought. Tell us a little about your furry friends Tee.

Kike (Keekay) is my 4 year old, brown tabby Tonkinese. She is smart, cuddly and a complete mummy’s girl. We tragically lost her brother, Kai to a very rare cancer in March. She was devastated and miserable without him, as were we. Tonkinese do not cope well with being alone, so in June Ajali joined our family. Ajali is a chocolate mink Tonkinese. He is now 18 weeks old and has brought life and laughter back into our home. Kike loves him, although he can be a bit too rambunctious for her. He is smart, lively and a daddy’s boy.

Anjali and Kike Anjali

What are you currently working on?

It’s a very exciting time for me. I’m completing the editing of my first novel, Paper Dragons and Shadow Demons. This is the first in the Hidden Realm trilogy, a dark fantasy series for middle grade readers. It is not for the faint hearted. The artwork is in progress. My wonderful illustrator understands the tone required and has produced some fantastic proof of concept pieces already. I have been recording some trial readings of the novel, as I intend to publish an audio version, read by myself.

I am working on the second of the Hidden Realm trilogy as well as discussing with my illustrator a series for younger readers, based on the Hidden Realm universe.

As ever, many short stories are whizzing round my head, as well as three other novels, all dark fiction for an adult audience.

I’m also in the progress of finishing up a fun anthology project with the theme of pants, or trousers if you’re British like me. We’re in the final editing stages now, the cover art is complete and we’re nearly ready to publish. It’s a multi-genre collection of stories that stemmed from a bet between friends that we couldn’t possibly write a story all about pants. How wrong we were.

How can readers connect with you?

I have a Facebook Author’s page here:

I also have a blog here:

I love to connect with my readers, and I look forward to meeting more of them. If you wish to contact me directly, my email address is

Thank you for taking your time to answer my questions Tee.

Want to read a little of Tee’s story? Sure you do …

In the stillness and the silence, Frank could imagine he was night fishing with his pals back home in England, instead of in a trench in France, fighting a war he didn’t entirely understand. In Frank’s imagination, there was no ‘Great War’ with Germany. There was only night fishing.

He stares into the Pacific, waiting for that elusive tug on the lines. At the peak of high tide, the sea stops its ebb and flow, becoming still and quiet. No fish take his bait. No men speak during these minutes of calm quiet. The temperature drops, a mist develops over the sea and the cold creeps inside his bones. Just when it seems the world has stopped forever, the eerie atmosphere is broken by the sound of water rolling once more. As the tide begins to drop away, the spell of emptiness is lifted and the fish begin biting once more. Frank pulls sharply on his rod, bedding the hook in the fish. He reels frantically as the fish ‘runs’ and the world returns to normal.

“Frank? What the bloody ‘ell are you doin’?”

“What does it look like I’m doin’?” he answered the private on patrol. “I’m fishin’, ain’t I?”

“In a trench in the middle of France? Look, I know we’re practically swimmin’ in ‘ere, but it’s not exactly the Atlantic, is it?”

“Where else am I gonna fish?”

“You ain’t gonna catch nothin’ ‘ere! And besides, you ain’t got no rod an’ line, ‘ave ya?”

“Don’t need one,” Frank said. “Just dreamin’.”

“Dreamin’? You dream when you sleep, not stood up actin’ it out.”

“I dream however I want to.”

“Well, if you wanna catch something, why not take the dog for a walk an’ see if he can catch some rats? Or you could pop on over to Jerry and catch one o’ them.” The private laughed at his own humour but Frank just shook his head. “Maybe…maybe you’re tryin’ to get invalided out? Tryin’ to say you’re nuts? That’s it, innit?”

Frank simply sighed at his friend, “’Course I ain’t, Bob.”

“You’d have to try ‘arder than that, anyway. You’d ‘ave to be really nuts for ‘em to take you outa here.”

“Get back on patrol before they catch you chattin’. And put that bloody cigarette out before you do. Idiot, gonna get yourself shot!”

“Don’t you worry,” he said. “I got the angels lookin’ after me. Me Mum sent ‘em.”

The private continued his rounds, still smoking his cigarette, its glowing end the only thing visible as he moved further away. The cloying scent of tobacco drifted past in his wake.

“Bloody idiot,” Frank muttered under his breath.

Alone once more, Frank was returned to silence. He hated the silent trenches at night. The eerie quiet of slack tide was a party compared to the trenches. His nerves were wrought with the tension, but his body and mind were exhausted. The night could be broken at any time by a single sniper shot or a full attack. In the day, the trench was filled with the bustle of constant battle, superiors shouting their orders, men running, guns firing. At night, there was often silence. Though not always.

His reverie was broken by movement to his left. Bayonet raised he searched in the darkness. He tried moving silently towards the spot where he had caught the movement, but his boots squelched in the mud and sloshed in the water. He advanced cautiously, placing his feet carefully to reduce noise and avoid losing his footing. It was a cold night but the air around him seemed to freeze, reminding him once more of slack tide. A low fog was spilling over the edge of the trench, filling it with an ethereal curtain that obscured his view.

“Shit!” he whispered when a dark figure appeared, the white mist seeming to glow around it. “Who’s there?”

The figure did not answer him but simply stood, still and silent. Frank couldn’t even tell if the figure was facing him, or away from him because it was nothing more than a silhouette. Frank felt a trickle of sweat roll down his spine and shivered from the cold. His hands, protected by gloves, were stiff and frozen; his fingers felt thick and immovable. His trench coat was warm, but not warm enough. He wasn’t sure he could fire the gun. The shape began to dissolve, dissipate like smoke. He advanced quickly now, thinking the figure was moving away. Surrounded by the fog, Frank could see nothing but wisps of white. The air was damp on his skin, he shuddered but kept going. The cloud of moist cotton began to break up; tendrils of mist clung to the bottom of the trench as the rest dispersed.


Frank whirled around in surprise. The patrolling private was back.

“What the ‘ell are you doin’ leavin’ your post?”

“I saw someone,” Frank answered, “In the fog.”

Bob pushed past and shone his torch. He advanced up the trench with great caution, gun raised. When he returned he shook his head.

“Nothin’,” he said. “You sure you weren’t dreamin’ again?”

Fists clenched, Frank said, “I wasn’t dreaming.”

“Well, whoever it was, they’re gone now. Probably just someone stretchin’ their legs.”

“Then why didn’t they answer me?”

“Probably didn’t hear you. Stop spookin’ yourself! Shift’s over soon an’ we can get some sleep.”

Bob continued his lonely circuit and Frank returned to his post. He stepped up and peered cautiously over the parapet, seeing nothing but a slight mist covering the ground. No man’s land stretched beyond the defences of the trench. Barbed wire lay in a deadly patchwork, covering the ground. No planks rested atop it—a tell-tale sign, if it had been breached. Frank knew he had seen something. Someone, he quickly corrected himself. He stepped back down and into the hollow in the earth where he would spend the rest of his uneventful shift.

To read more pick up a copy of Sins of the Past today in Kindle or paperback.

UK readers can follow this link to Amazon UK.

Sins Of The Past