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Cover release: The Winter Creek Hunter


A year after the small town of Winter Creek was terrorized, Sheriff Jay Lightfeather is faced with the daunting task of dealing with reporters and Loons (Out-of-towners) that refuse to give up on finding the Beast.

When a bounty hunter arrives looking for the Beast armed with silver bullets, Jay faces the proposition that he could be in the crosshairs as another, deadlier creature rises from the curse of the past.



About the author:

Where do I begin? Well first I guess it’s only fair to say that CP Bialois isn’t my real name. It’s a collaboration I made out of the three greatest pets anyone could ever want. My real name is Ed and I’m just an average person that has found a way to do what he loves.

For as long back as I can remember I loved to pretend. Whether it was with my Transformers, GI Joe, or He-Man toys I loved to create intricate plots and have them fight it out. As a fan of horror, science fiction, action, and comedy I dare say my taste in movies are well rounded. Some of my favorites were Star Wars, Star Trek, martial arts, and anything with Swarzenegger in them.

I’d write my own stories about the characters I saw in the theaters or TV or I’d just daydream about what I’d see myself as the hero of course. You can’t have a daydream without beating the bad guys, getting the girl, etc. It’s just not right to envision yourself as a flunky or sidekick.

As far as books I loved Sherlock Holmes, Treasure Island, Dracula, and the normal assortment. My early love was the Star Trek novels, I’d read them or the Hardy Boys relentlessly. For a time I could tell you the plot of over a hundred books not to mention comics.

I have to come clean and say that I learned to read because of comic books. I was bored, make that extremely bored when we started to read in school. Reading “the cat fell down” really didn’t interest me. My dad, who continues to astound me with his insight to this day, figured comics would work. With that in mind he went to the newstand in town and bought issues of Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Tales From the Crypt, and Spider-man. He patiently read through them with me until I picked it up. Whether it was him or the comics I learned to read in about two weeks and for a while few were as good as I was. For years after that whenever we’d go out he’d always spring for a couple of comic books for me.

While it wasn’t exactly the perfect beginning everything I’ve ever read or have seen has influenced me in some way and now is the time I’d like to share some of the ideas I’ve had over the years with all of you. I hope you enjoy my stories, they’re always fun to write and I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon.


Cover Reveal: The Wedding Bouquet



Author: Sharon C. Williams

Release Date: May 14, 2015

Publisher: Sharon C. Williams

Genre: Humor, Short Story

Book Description:

Some moments can last forever, while others slip away in the blink of an eye.

A flower never knows what will happen from one day to the next. One moment, she can be sitting pretty. The next, her petals are scattered to the wind.

Though a flower’s life is precarious at best, there are times when she becomes the sole center of attention. Sure, she has to share the spotlight with the rest of the bunch, but at least she can revel in the attentions bestowed upon her.

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25346762-the-wedding-bouquet


It’s so cold in here. I looked around at my surroundings to find a face pressed against the window staring back at me. I’m naked. That probably has something to do with it. A hand appeared, pointing to the left and to the right of me. Finally, it pointed right at me. Slowly, the window opened, and warm hands picked us all up.


One by one, we were placed on a stand. On either side of me stood my best friends, Barb and Betty, two of the prettiest little sprays with the cutest tiny white flowers. Behind me sat a new neighbor to the fridge. I wasn’t familiar with his name, but he was green and shiny, and I knew he would trail behind us so beautifully. Front and center, the star of the show, a white orchid: moi! The prettiest flower of them all!

At least the florist had the decency to put a wrap around us as she prepared us for the wedding. With the final touches in place, we shaped up into a lovely bouquet. The mirror in front of me told me so. None finer had been seen around these parts for some time now. We were delicate and simple in design, but the undertone of the colors blended artfully.

The bride was going to be very pleased. I have to admit, I was beautiful. She would treasure me–err, us–and gaze at us for ages. I was a sight to be proud of. The wedding was tomorrow, and we were ready for the grand occasion. I couldn’t wait for the day to come. It was to be a moment all of us would always remember.


About The Author:

Sharon is a native of New England, raised in Northern Maine. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and son. She is also owned by a flock of eight birds.

Sharon has a B.S. degree in Chemistry, but is currently disabled, so writing keeps her busy. She tends to lose all track of time. The world could be coming to an end, and she would be oblivious to it. When writing, she envisions the scenes in her head, and tries to imagine the reality of what is written down on paper. Different options, scenes, and problems are noted on the side in case she can use them later.

Sharon tends to write by long hand as the flow works better for her this way. Her bookshelf consists of works written by Stephen King, Agatha Christie, Bentley Little, and James Patterson. The best advice she has ever received about writing was to write about what you know. Her first thought was, “Yeah right,” but it really is that easy. A writer just needs to know a little tidbit to turn it into a short story, and soon enough, there’s a book.

Sharon loves to read, sketch, take pictures, walk, exercise, go to the movies, and listen to music. She is a budding bird watcher, and knits on the side. She is a huge sports fan of baseball, basketball, hockey, and football.

Two of her short stories were published in the anthology, Cassandra’s Roadhouse. Her children’s book, Jasper, Amazon Parrot: A Rainforest Adventure, has been published via Fountain Blue Publishing. Several of her short stories are also featured in the recently released anthology, Dragons In The Attic.

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Flash fiction story


2013-05-02 12.57.56(2)I came up with a little flash fiction story. It is not edited for content, flow or anything that we look at when we edit our works. Here it is.

Please please please let there be nothing there. Please. I will open it and there will be nothing there. It will be safe to move on. I will be good. But only if there is nothing before me. Okay crossing fingers. I am about to take the plunge. Please let it be empty. Holding my breath I reached for the lid to open it up, but first I close my eyes. Still hoping nothing is there. Oh please let there be nothing there. I open my eyes. I control my breathing, I look down. Shit. Shit. Shit. The hamper is full of clothes again.

I placed this on my FB page. The reaction was awesome. People seemed to like it, some were anxious to see how it ended while others laughed at it all. It was fun to do. I came up with the idea when I was walking to my hamper while I was hoping and pleading for it to be if nothing else at least half full. It was not.

Flash fiction, the shortness of it is fun, though not always easy to come up with. I have a few short pieces that qualify in this genre. I need to do more.