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Blood and Breakast by me…Alicia Dean. :) A ‘Friday the 13th Story’

Happy Friday the 13th!! Welcome to the thirteenth and final post about a brand new series of 13 suspenseful “Friday the 13th” short stories, each by a different author.

Today, I am happy to share my Friday the 13th Short Story, “Blood and Breakfast” – Now available for sale for $1.99 or #FREE on #KindleSelect

AND…be sure to check out our contest:

Enter to win 13 FREE books brought to you by our 13 Friday the 13th authors. See contest link HERE for details.

Fun Fact:

I was plotting my story and trying to figure out why a normal family man would suddenly snap and murder his family. I realized that hallucinations could cause people to do crazy things, so I researched what could make people hallucinate. I discovered that the plant, jimson weed, can cause serious hallucinations. I also wanted to incorporate some kind of an authentic local legend in my story, so I researched legends in various states and came across the Devil’s Footrock in Rhode Island.  I was able to mesh the two–jimson weed and the Devil’s Footrock–to come up with how the husband/father in my story lost his mind and killed his family. It’s so much fun when ideas click and make a story come together. Here’s a photo of Devil’s Foot Rock:

Cool, right? You can learn about the legend surrounding the footprint by reading my story. Or, you can just google it 🙂

Now, more about Blood and Breakfast…


Determined to boost the sagging ratings of her internet radio show, “A Dark Place,” murder junkie Sasha Gillette checks into the Talley House Bed and Breakfast in North Kingston, Rhode Island. She and her co-host plan to broadcast an episode about the murders that took place there thirteen years earlier on a Friday the 13th, when a man butchered his entire family.

Not long after Sasha arrives, the other guests begin to disappear. Has a killer from the past resurfaced or is there a copycat on the loose?

One of the lone survivors, Sasha finds herself trapped with a sadistic killer and, suddenly, murder isn’t as much fun as she thought.


The bedside lamp glowed, but the room was cast in shadows. The door to the balcony stood open, and the sheer drapes fluttered in the cool breeze. Juliana wrapped her arms around her body and strode over to close the sliding glass doors.

She paced the wooden floor, clenching and unclenching her fists. “The bitch. The little whore.” A knot formed in her throat, and she swiped at the tears streaking her cheeks. “And, the sorry son of a bitch. How could he? On our honeymoon?”

She continued to pace and curse, then took her phone from the nightstand and fired off a text to Bradley.

Sleep on the fucking couch tonight, you sorry piece of shit. I don’t want to see your face.

For a brief moment, she regretted sending it and wished she could take it back. But that lasted only a moment. His return text shattered her heart.

Fine by me. Fuck off.

The sobs that had been building broke free. She dropped to the bed and covered her face in her hands. Her soul felt like it was ripping in two. How did things go so wrong so fast? She thought he loved her. That he would fight for her. Instead, the first slut he encountered, he became a cheating asshole.

A sound penetrated her consciousness, and she sniffled back her tears. The door swung inward. In spite of her fury, her heart lifted. She stood and faced the door as she waited for Bradley to enter. Should she play it cool and make him beg? Or should she forgive him and put this behind them. Start anew?

She took a step toward the door as he entered, then froze. The man standing inside the room was not Bradley. She knew this because he was taller than Bradley, bigger. Besides, why would Bradley be wearing a ski mask?

“Who—who are you?” Her voice quivered. “What do you want?”

He stalked across the room and clapped a gloved hand over her mouth. With his other hand, he gripped her neck and squeezed. She tried to speak but could only make a gurgling sound. Her skin tightened with fear, and her stomach quivered. Terror seized her insides. She grabbed his wrists, clawing at his flesh, trying to loosen his grip. Her hands, slippery with sweat, couldn’t get a good hold.

In the murky semi-darkness, something metallic flashed in her vision. Oh God…a knife.

His hot breath wafted over her neck as he whispered into her ear, “We’re going for a walk. Make one sound, and I’ll slice you open from neck to navel.”


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My Kind of Crazy with Katie O’Sullivan – New Release from The Wild Rose Press

I’m happy to introduce Katie O’Sullivan and her new release…

Hi, Alicia! Thanks for hosting me on your blog today to talk about my latest contemporary romance, MY KIND OF CRAZY. It’s definitely a “beach book,” which might sound crazy in the middle of this cold, cold winter but books are an escape, right?

My pleasure…yes, if you want to escape from the cold, a beach read is a great way to do it!

  1. Where did you get the idea for MY KIND OF CRAZY? 

My novel is set on Cape Cod, which is a popular tourist destination in the summertime but also my year round home. There are tons of cute little B&Bs and inns, although my innkeeping experiences were all in Vermont, where my parents owned a ski lodge/inn in Killington. Many of the secondary characters and businesses in the book are based on real people and places, although I had no specific B&B in mind while writing.

During the time I was working on this book, we were going through the process of home renovations, and talking with contractors and builders. The stories they told about some of their jobs were eye-opening!

  1. Do you have another occupation in addition to writing?

I earned my degree in English literature, so all my “day jobs” have had something to do with writing. Since graduation from college, I’ve worked in advertising, public relations, journalism and bank reporting. I’ve covered high school football games and edited technical manuals. My current full-time job title has been “Mom”, but with one off in college and the other two in high school, I now have more time to write and edit. I love working with other authors to edit their work and help make their ideas sparkle on the page.

  1. Would you rather have a bad review or no review?

I used to think “no review,” but I’ve realized that even bad reviews give you feedback and insight into what resonates with readers and what falls flat. And at least I can see that people are reading and responding to my writing. I mean, a reader gave me a one-star review for MY KIND OF CRAZY because there are – gasp – sex scenes in the novel!

  1. If you could change something about one of your books that’s already released, what would it be?

I would love to rework my second novel, PERFECT STRANGERS, and re-release it. The editing wasn’t the best, and I feel like my writing has gotten so much stronger. I got the rights back from that publisher, and it’s definitely a project on my to-do list for 2015.

  1. Tell us your favorite…

Movie: Groundhog Day (Bill Murray at his best)

Music: Rock/Punk Pop

Place you’ve visited: Stonehenge (have you been?? You have to see it in person!)

Place you’d like to visit: Australia

TV show from adulthood: True Blood

Food: Chocolate. No wait, is coffee a food?

Sports team: Red Sox, of course!

Thanks for having me here today!

It’s my pleasure. Thank you for being here. I also love the Red Sox! They’re my second favorite American League team! 🙂 I also LOVED True Blood, but I’m afraid the final season was a huge letdown. 😦   I have not been to Stonehenge, but it sounds like I need to go. Ha! How dare you put a sex scene in a romance novel! 



Kendall Roarke is betting everything on making her Harwichport Bed & Breakfast into the premier wedding destination on Cape Cod, despite her recent messy divorce.

Jonathan Reynolds moved back to the Cape to take over his uncle’s business and start fresh after his own marriage ended. He’s not looking for anything complicated – until he meets Kendall, with her big plans and wild mop of curls.

Throw an unruly foster puppy and an uptight new neighbor into the mix and things get a little crazy. Now Kendall has to decide if it’s the kind of crazy that she can live with… for the rest of her life.

Excerpt from MY KIND OF CRAZY:

He reached out and gently wrapped his fingers around her arm, not letting her leave the front hall. “Kendall?”

Again with the major electrical sparks zinging through her! She was afraid to look him in the eye, afraid he’d be able to see it in her face, the devastating effect he had on her. They stood so close she felt the heat from his body radiating, warming the small space between them. His touch was fire on her bare skin. She finally raised her gaze to meet his eyes, luminous and deep. She felt like she might fall into those green pools and drown.

Breathe in, breathe out. She searched for words to answer the unasked questions in his eyes but none came to her.

“Kendall.” He whispered her name again as if it were the answer to some puzzle he was trying to solve.

Thoughts whirled through her head at lightning speed. Nothing about this made any kind of sense— especially not her attraction to a complete stranger. But there was no denying the electricity that ran through her body from his simplest touch.

“I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” Her low whisper matched his.

“What are you looking for?” He moved closer, his lips brushing her mouth, tasting of beer and salted peanuts. His warmth pulsed through her in shock waves, her traitorous body responding all too eagerly. He tasted so good, the salt sizzling on her tongue. The kiss shifted from soft and gentle to solid and deep. Arms slid around her, pulling her close, but she was too wrapped up in the kiss to protest. Why complain? He felt so good, the hard muscles of his arms and planed chest underneath that thin dress shirt, and another hardness evident, despite his proper dress pants.

Suddenly Kendall remembered that this was the same man who was fooling around with the married cougar of a librarian. She wanted to be outraged for the unwitting spouse, but all she could think was, Lucky librarian.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. Vaguely she registered the wall behind her, pressing hard against her back. His clever tongue tangled with her own, sending fresh waves of desire rippling through her.

Even as her body screamed Yes! she slid her hand between them, firmly pushing him backward and breaking the connection. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to get hurt again.” Her eyes searched his before she turned her head to look away. If she looked into those eyes for one more second she would forget all about saying no and let her body do whatever it wanted.


About the Author:

Katie O’Sullivan lives with her family and big dogs near the ocean on Cape Cod, drinking way too much coffee and inventing new excuses not to dust. Living next to the Atlantic influences everything she writes, and her YA paranormal series features the mermaids who live in Nantucket Sound, outside her windows. A recovering English major, she earned her degree at Colgate University and now writes romance and adventure for young adults and the young at heart. Her editing column, “The Write Way,” appears in CapeWomenOnline magazine.

Amazon buy link: http://www.amazon.com/My-Kind-Crazy-Katie-OSullivan-ebook/dp/B00J9OV8P4/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1399718896&sr=1-2&keywords=my+kind+of+crazy

Website: www.katie-osullivan.com

Blog: http://katieosullivan.blogspot.com

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