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#BeautifulVillains presents: Anna Black from the Chloe Daniel’s Mysteries series by Deidra D.S. Green.

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October belongs to the villains. All October, I’ve been sharing books that feature amazing villains. You know who I’m talking about – the bad guys/girls/creatures of the night who we love to hate. Or hate to love. Maybe both.

The next villain I’m showing love to is Anna Black from the Chloe Daniel’s Mysteries by author Deidra D.S. Green. First of all, let me say that I absolutely love this series and I LOVE Anna Black.

In my opinion, she’s one of those misunderstood villains. Like Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad or Regina as the evil queen from Once Upon A Time. You have to read the series to form your own opinion. Everyone say hello to Ms. Anna Black!

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Hush little baby, don’t say a word…

For years, Anna Black was the only child and the apple of her parents’ eyes. When baby sister, Angel, comes along, Anna’s life is quickly turned upside down. Anna will stop at nothing to win back her parents’ affection. When her tactics lose their efficacy, Anna’s desperate cries for help morph into something more sinister. Can anyone stop this angel of mercy? Find out in Sick, Sicker, Sickest… A Chloe Daniels Mystery

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Anna Black is an exceptional villain because she’s complex and simple all at the same time. Anna desperately wants the attention of her parents, simple, right? But the way she goes about trying to gain their attention is what complicates matters.

Anna is brilliant, I mean she is incredibly intelligent; however, people assume because of what she does that she isn’t all that bright. Anna proves over and over again that it takes a great deal of smarts to be an effective serial killer; although Anna regards herself as an Angel of Mercy.

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Baby Jane reminded Anna Black of Angel, her little sister.  Baby Jane didn’t stand a real chance at having a decent life, Anna thought to herself as she filled the syringe without measuring.  The teen mom, young, dumb, and immature, didn’t even realize she was pregnant (or that’s what she tried to tell anyone who would listen) until it was too late. 

Anna didn’t see the mother beforehand, but the buzz around the nurses’ station was that the girl didn’t gain a lot of weight with the pregnancy.  Her parents must have been stupid, too, Anna thought to herself as she found just the right spot behind the baby’s ear for the deadly injection. Who doesn’t know they’re pregnant, no matter how young they are? 

The girl is said to have had the baby at home sitting on the toilet.  She supposedly panicked and didn’t grab the little girl out of the shitty, bloody toilet water until it was almost too late.  The new grandmother heard commotion coming from the bathroom and fished the baby out of the toilet.  By the time they got the baby and the mom to the hospital, the baby had suffered brain damage. 

They weren’t sure if she would ever be right again. I’m doing her a favor, Anna mused as she pushed the piercing needle deep into the baby’s pink flesh.  The baby didn’t even cry, completely unaware of the assault of insulin about to take over her little body. First to die off completely would be her brain, then her main organs would start to shut down—her liver, lungs and finally her heart would fail to beat ever again. 

It was late at night in the nursery and Anna was one of only three nurses on rotation in the infant ward.  After recapping and placing the poison-filled needle back in the pocket of her nursing smock, Anna rubbed the baby’s back lovingly and began to hum and then sing her favorite lullaby.

Hush little baby, don’t say a word… Anna continued to hum as she went along.
The life supporting machines blared over Anna’s broken melody, alerting to the crisis the baby was beginning to experience.  Anna, being the savior that she was, ran to the alert button and slammed against it, signifying there was a problem in her unit.  Making her way to the entrance of her unit which spilled out into the main corridor of the infant ward, Anna went into full blown rescue mode.

“Help! Help! She’s Coding!”  Anna yelled into the hall for anyone in ear shot.  Doctors and medical personnel responded immediately, pouring into the unit and moving as quickly as possible to the aid of Baby Jane.  Anna stood back and let the madness unfold in front of her.  She hoped she had given Baby Jane enough to take her out of her misery.

If not, the baby would be worse off than when Anna started.  Besides, she was fucked up anyway.  Either way, Anna would be seen as the hero.  She was the one who found the baby in a compromised position.  She was the one who alerted staff to the medical crisis.  No matter what others did to try and save the baby’s life, Anna would be the one the parents would remember as the first to respond.

Anna moved closer to the action.  She had to.  She was a nurse and charged with the responsibility of aiding the sick.  Anna had taken the Hippocratic Oath just like the rest of the team working diligently to save little Baby Jane’s mediocre life.  Hands were moving swiftly—orders were being given from the lead doctor. 

They were almost frantic as the machines continued to blare the disaster that was happening right in front of their eyes. They had no idea that this disaster was man-made.  Anna had to hold back a smile as she saw just how much energy she created in such a short period of time. After a few moments of non-stop medical mayhem, the machines that indicated how well or how poorly the patient was doing started to utter sounds closer to normal. 

The height of the crisis was over, but Baby Jane was not out of the woods yet.  She would have to be moved to the neonatal intensive care unit where they would try and see if they could undo the things that had been done to her—the things they didn’t know had been done to her.

Baby Jane had a chance at survival if they found out about the oversaturation of insulin that had been so violently injected into her poor defenseless body.  If they got to her in time she would live, and her life would continue to be a waste. If they didn’t, Baby Jane would go to be with the angels.

The next step in the process was really what Anna lived for.  She lived for the thank you’s she got from her fellow medical practitioners for getting to the baby just in the nick of time.  Anna lived for the moment when the parents would be told what happened and who helped save their baby. 

Even if Baby Jane didn’t make it, for her parents, Anna would live in infamy as their hero—the one who got their first. Anna didn’t go with Baby Jane to intensive care.  That was not her job. She had done what she intended to do.  The rest of what happened would be left to others. Besides, there were more precious little babies for her to give her special kind of attention to.

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Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B075MP5ZC3/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Sicker-Sickest-Daniels-Mystery-Mysteries-ebook/dp/B00DIGO2N4/

Follow the author on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Deidra-D.-S.-Green/e/B0079LSQV8/

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Villains need love too! #Villains #OctoberFun

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October belongs to the villains. All October, I’ll be sharing books that feature amazing villains. You know who I’m talking about – the bad guys/girls/creatures of the night who we love to hate. Or hate to love. Maybe both.

Authors, if you have a book that features an awesome villain, let’s celebrate them. Villains need love too. All genres welcome. Your villain can be a human, an alien, a mixture of both, it doesn’t matter.

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The rules.
1. I need all of your material by October first. No later. The earlier the better.
2. Each author has to be willing to share the event landing page on social media and in their newsletter. This is mandatory. Cross promo is key.
3. No giveaway required, BUT, it would be nice. 🙂

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Still interested? Great. This is what I need from you.

Please send me an email to sirenallen@gmail.com with the following material…

1. Book cover. (You may also include 1 teaser/promo image.)
2. Book blurb.
3. A paragraph or three explaining why your villain is awesome or why he/she is the way they are.
4. Excerpt. Please choose one with your villain in it.
5. Buy links.
6. If you’d like to offer up a giveaway for the October event, please add the giveaway link/info also.

7.  Also include your author links so fans can stalk you.

P.S. Please send me an initial email to let me know you’re interested, so I can keep up with how many posts I’ll be preparing.

Let’s have fun with the bad guys/girls/creatures of the night!

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Author Spotlight: Dementia Praecox by W.O. Cassity #NewRelease #Horror

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Happy October!

Let’s start the month right with a new release from author W.O. Cassity. His latest novella, Dementia Praecox, is available today on Amazon. And guess what? It’s FREE with Kindle Unlimited. Check out this awesome cover, it’s guaranteed to give you chills.

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Skulking over the ledger’s musty-scented pages, Dr. Livingston dipped the oversized quill into the emerald-green inkwell before penning the latest entry:

11 November 1877
Bethlem Royal Hospital Bedlam
London, England

Subject 41 expired at approximately 10:22 p.m., possibly due to cardiac arrest once again. I wait for my assistant Hensley to deliver and release the corpse to the hospital morgue. My only concern is that there may perhaps be further inquiry into the claw-like contusions upon the deceased’s forearms and along his facial cheeks. I still cannot fathom how the subject, who was restrained, managed to damage himself in such a way. Both Hensley and I agree that the peculiar wounds appeared to spontaneously appear across the patient’s flesh of their own accord.

Having witnessed this entire incident, I must admit that further precautions are still a necessity as I continue to push on toward a resolution to this condition. The screams of the patient still reverberate within my ears at those haunting terrors, which only existed in his tormented mind. My first assertion is that the patient’s experience became so vivid, he was somehow able to enact the subjective manifestations of his consciousness into literal lacerations upon his extremities. Perhaps Hensley and I are the first to witness the true potential of the human mind to inflict its falsely perceived stimuli upon the body during a controlled experiment. Mind over the material world indeed! This may warrant further exploration in the future after I have completed my current work toward a cure for dementia praecox.

When Hensley returns, he will prepare Subject 42 for her time in the chair. I will administer the new cocktail of ingredients according to the schedule after readjusting the chloroform and nitrous oxide levels for proper sedation during the procedure. Even though she’s much smaller than Subject 41, we still need to gauge the appropriate levels of anesthesia so Subject 42 will remain conscious yet controllable and programmable during the procedure.

As I understand it, Subject 42 has a peculiarly heightened state of hysteria, so perhaps this will allow us to mark any substantial improvements in her mental realignment using the electric resonating device with profound measure. It was difficult to identify the response from Subject 41 due to his condition’s tepid state and mannerisms.

Regardless of tonight’s setbacks, I have the utmost certainty that I can mitigate the issues Subject 41 experienced tonight. It is too soon for me to surrender now and too dangerous for me to stop. Questions are being asked already and if I do not have an answer to Annabelle’s condition soon, I may not be able to cure her ailment before they forcibly return me to New York if they discover what I have been doing. Certainly, they would shower me with accolades upon my substantial progress, but the board will need to see results and I need to save Annabelle if I am to marry her. She would definitively accept my proposal of marriage with a clear mind, for who else could liberate her from Dr. Kraepelin’s diagnosis other than the youngest fellow to be accepted by Bethlem Royal Hospital? At the age of thirty-seven, I will become renowned for such an achievement and therefore, Annabelle would accept me unconditionally.

E. L., PhD

Edgar rested his quill in the inkwell and remained still as he pondered what outcomes awaited him in the final experiment of the evening. A rapping at the heavy oak study door rescued him from his reverie.

“Yes, what is it?” he asked.

“Dr. Livingston, Subject 42 is now prepped for the resonance procedure,” Hensley responded. “Should I start charging the apparatus?”

“Indeed, Hensley. I shall be there momentarily.”

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In 1887, Dr. Edgar Livingston worked relentlessly to find a cure for his beloved’s condition which caused her mind to unravel from the tormenting hallucinations. Through trial and error experimentation on dozens of mentally ill patients at Bethlem Royal Hospital, he pushed against the moral threshold of ethical practices attempting to unlock the secrets of the human mind by realigning their resonance with reality. What Doctor Livingston did not realize were the otherworldly dimensions that took notice of his impetuous work.

“Dementia Praecox” is the second story in the “A Short Journey Into Darkness” horror series by author W.O. Cassity. The short story series offers originally unique fiction written in vivid detail to immerse readers into the fringes of terror.

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US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KQVSSHE
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01KQVSSHE/
CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01KQVSSHE/

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Author Bio:

W.O. Cassity grew up in the Mississippi Delta Valley dreaming of new worlds fueled by his passions for writing and playing tabletop games with his friends. As an adult, he relocated to Nashville, Tennessee where he pursued a career in IT and Telecommunications, working for companies such as Dell Computer Corporation, Verizon Wireless and Asurion. Will returned to his childhood passions sharing those experiences with his children. He went on to release his debut novel, “Heir of the Blood King” which was well received. He also has an ongoing horror short story series, “A Short Journey Into Darkness”.  Will and his wife, Barbara, currently reside in Arkansas with their four children, three dogs and one very stinky cat.

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Author Blog: http://www.wocassity.com 
Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/wocassity
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/wocassity
Patreon Page: https://www.patreon.com/wocassity
Goodreads Author: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13834500.W_O_Cassity

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My Review:

I give Dementia Praecox four stars!
I thoroughly enjoyed it. The author describes each scene in such detail that I felt like I was watching a horror film. I don’t want to give too much away, but I will say that I understood what motivated Dr. Edgar to perform his experiments. However, after so much carnage, you’d think he’d give up. No, he perseveres. And that leads him to an outcome he never thought possible. If you love horror, I highly recommend this novella.

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#CoverReveal: “You Should’ve Chose Me” by M’Renee Allen

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Valentine’s Day is supposed to be about roses and candy. It’s about spending time with the person you love. But what happens when those roses have thorns and the candy turns to blood in your mouth? What happens when the person you love becomes the person you hate the most?

Patricia Scott has found an impressive way to handle those issues.

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Patricia Scott is a dreamer.

She believes in love and hopes to one day have a large house surrounded by a white picket fence with the sound of children’s laughter floating through it. And then it happens. She meets her knight in shining armor.

But, it isn’t long before she realizes life is not a fairy tale. Dreams turn into nightmares. Love turns to hate and that large house with the white picket fence turns into a cell surrounded by bars. There are no sounds of children laughing in her future, just her own screams as she stares down at the blood coating her clothes.

But whose blood is it?

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COMING VALENTINE’S DAY 2016. Be careful who you share your candy with.

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