by Mav Skye
Sisters Jenn and May have finally found their golden ticket out of the slums. Pervy sugar daddy, Frederick Bells, promises to be an easy score with a big payoff—millions are hidden within his mansion.
The plan is simple: tie up the pig, steal his cash, and skip town. But fate has a different plan, including a villain with a wicked imagination. The sisters resort to playing their childhood game SUPERGIRLS to battle their fears in Bell’s den of horrors.
Will the SUPERGIRLS find their prize or will their heads join the pile behind the black cellar door?
Old folks say the world is simply made of black and white. There is no gray. How is that true? How does that sum up reality? Right now, this second, I could toss the dagger, grab May’s hand and escape through the white door, white like heaven, and what then? We’d have zip. Nada. We can’t return to the studio. Fat Bastard and Leroy know where we live. All we’d have is our miserable, crappy (and psychotic) lives.
And each other, something whispers or does it whistle? I don’t know anymore. Through the white door—it’s running away. Running away from the one thing May and I have always wanted: peace.
No, the only way to peace is through darkness, the black door, through the cellar to the money.
I turn and face the black door, place my hand on the bolt. There is a monster in the dark to confront.
Perhaps I’ll die, perhaps May will. This is where the gray area lies, the future. Why can’t there be a clear-cut way of what to do and when?
The moaning creature pounds the door.
Fat Bastard. I grit my teeth and draw my eyes away from the tree with gems. Black, white or grey: if you want something you have to go for it, the consequences be damned.
The monster pounds the door harder.
May startles and turns to me.
I motion to her and breathe, “When I unbolt the door, I’ll drop to the floor and you shoot.”
She says nothing, but stands back and aims the pistol.
I say, “One, two, three…”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
When Mav Skye isn't turning innocent characters into axe murderers, refinishing old furniture, chasing around her spring ducklings, or reading the latest horror novel, she's editing at the almighty Pulp Metal Magazine.
She adores puppies, pirates, skulls, red hots, Tarantino movies and yes, Godzilla.
She is the author of Supergirls and The Undistilled Sky. Look for her wicked horror romance, Wanted:Single Rose, this fall and the second book in the Supergirls series, Night without Stars, early 2015.
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Gateway to the Sea of Imagination:
Authors Who Have Influenced Me
by Mav Skye
I get antsy when asked to name my favorite books or authors. I feel like I should have an absolute favorite, but I can never choose between John Steinbeck or Shirley Jackson. King or Koontz. Patricia Highsmith or Flannery O’Conner. Christopher Pike or Madeleine L’Engle. Edgar Allen Poe or EF Benson. HP Lovecraft or Rudyard Kipling. Robert O’Brian or Charles Dickens. The Grimm brothers or Aesop. Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde were both game changers for me. It’s like asking me which kid is my favorite. It’s impossible to choose. What I can tell you about all these authors is the great influence they’ve had on me.
I can tell you I’ve read close to every single Koontz novel, then gave most of them to my sister as I moved around the country. I can tell you that my schizophrenic aunt gave me original hardback copies of King’s short stories. I read them over and over as a teenager. She got me hooked on King for life. When I started reading The Dark Tower series, it had a serious impact on me. The characters showed me the value of standing up for what I believed was right, and that there is always a price to pay for it. It taught me that what I believe to be true may change several times over my lifetime, and that is okay.
I can honestly say I don’t know where I’d be if there wasn’t a Robert Louis Stevenson to show me the two sides to a person’s soul. Or Harriet Beecher Stowe to show the depths of cruelty one race can carry out against another, and how innocence and selflessness can conquer even that. Or Ray Bradbury showing me the joy in every single moment despite fear, because of fear.
The awe I feel for these stories and their authors has led me down the path I walk today. These authors dove deep into the sea of imagination, catching glimpses of the things that dwell there, and passed on those images to me. I was captivated, enchanted, and I guess it just wasn’t enough for me to simply be enthralled with their tales. I had to go swimming myself. I don’t consider myself a writer, but a medium or gateway to the sea of imagination. I revel in the dark and the fantastic, and invite readers to join me. I wish to mirror the truth of others’ worlds, as the great writers of the past have done for me. I want to bring comfort, illumination, humor, horror and hope to my readers. And I’d love to have you along for the ride.
Mav will be awarding a $35 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner and a signed paperback copy of Supergirls (interntional) will be awarded to another randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. A $25 Amazon GC will be awarded to a randomly drawn host.a Rafflecopter giveaway