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Friday, September 14, 2018

How does one join this F.R.E.A.K.S. Show? Take Jennifer Harlow's test... + giveaway

Come one, come all…it’s time to get your F.R.E.A.K.S. on!

How does one join this F.R.E.A.K.S. Show? Well, we don’t accept just anyone. We are a collective of like-minded people who enjoy carnage, mayhem, the occult, witty one-liners, wise assery, and romance. Founded in 2011 by Supreme Leader Jennifer Harlow, (typist’s note: she’s the only drawback to the organization—what an egomaniac) the F.R.E.A.K.S come together to celebrate all things cool and edgy. Interested in learning if you’re right for the most awesome organization in the history of ever (note: Harlow made me write that. Sorry), see our test below. Check all that apply:

__I have used the word "Frak" at least once

__I know what the T.A.R.D.I.S. is and stands for

__I have scribbled "Mrs. Nathan Fillion/Mr. Scarlett Johanssen" at least once in a notebook

__I’ve spent more time in the Marvel universe than with my real family

__I understand all the non-physics references on The Big Bang Theory

__I know there is no one cooler on planet earth than Bruce Campbell

__I have had a conversation about who shot first, Han or Greedo

__I am saving up for a black 60s Impala

__I have a comic book/action figure collection under the stairs

__I named my pet after my Dungeons & Dragons character

__I am a Cumberbitch

__I know the Westeros family trees of the great families

__I would sell my soul to go to Hogwarts

__I have been a member of at least one MMORPG Guild (DevilZ Rejects for life!!!)

__I've had Trouble with Tribbles

__I’ve run zombie apocalypse drills more than fire drills

__Kevin Smith is my Stoner Lord and Savior

__I sacrifice goats to the continued awesomeness that is Joss Whedon

__ Garrus Vakarian is my space dinosaur boyfriend

__I’ve ordered Crimson Vale, Supreme Leader’s newest book (instant acceptance for this one)
If you answered yes to two or more, congratulations, you’re in! You’re a F.R.E.A.K. Come to the meetings, we have punch and pie. (Please bring your own punch and pie.)

Want to find out more about the F.R.E.A.K.S. Show? Check out Supreme Leader’s website or read her latest, Crimson Vale, which her mother praises as, “Cool.”
Enjoy the F.R.E.A.K.S. Show!

Crimson Vale: A Modern Gothic Love Story
by Jennifer Harlow
September 11, 2018 
Genre: Horror, Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Devil on the Left Books
ISBN: 978-1-7326854-0-6
ISBN: 978-1-7326854-1-3
Number of pages: 300
Word Count: 99,000
Cover Artist: Jennifer Dowis

Welcome to Crimson Vale.

It’s a dream come true. A vast inheritance. A beautiful mansion in the heart of the small town South. A seductive, mysterious, literal man of her dreams offering true, pure love. Ravaged in both body and mind, Jane Harrow leaps into that living dream with abandon.

Despite the voices.

Despite the visions.

Despite the warnings from both the living and the dead.

Because what Jane doesn’t know is nothing and no one are what they seem.

Because demons from the past are patient. Because dreams can quickly turn into living nightmares, especially in…Crimson Vale

This must be where it happened. My uncle lay in this room for close to forty years with my grandmother by his side, apparently knitting as the tubes and respirator kept him…I wouldn’t call that alive. Undead. What on earth was she thinking? Waiting one year sure, but thirty-plus? Giving up her own life to watch over a comatose man? Insanity. It really must run in the blood. I only hope—

Creaking in the hallway startles me out of my dark thoughts. Darn it, I guess he didn’t leave. I’m not sure how much longer I can handle social niceties. I’m exhausted from the drive, not to mention out of practice with people, and would derive great satisfaction from smacking that letch with my purse should he glimpse down my shirt again. I just want to take a shower, get into my pajamas, and sleep for a week. Have to get him out of here first. I walk into the hallway.

Everything stops.

My lungs, my heart, even my ability to blink stops the moment I set eyes on him. If it were storming outside I would swear I’d just been hit by a bolt of lightning. Time stands as still as we do, just staring at one another with the same awestruck expression. The stranger my age is a few inches over six foot with a lean body encased in an expensive gray suit with matching tie and vest. He could grace the pages of a magazine with that suit, wavy dirty blonde hair with a lock brushing his forehead and coiffed to appear slightly disheveled, big blue eyes, feminine lips, straight nose, and strong jaw ending at a pointed chin. He’s around my age, but as our eyes meet and another wave of whatever this is jolts through me, he seems a century older and I’ve known him every moment, every millisecond of that time. I’m scared, exhilarated, unnerved all at once. But deep down there’s a …recognition peeking through the strum and drang.

I never believed in love at first sight, and I don’t know if that’s what this is, but every atom of mine senses, every atom of his calling to me, screaming for me to sprint over to this stranger, tear off our clothes, and have him rut me like a beast right on the hardwood floor. To feel him stretching me, thrusting inside me. My most sacred place pulsates and grows wet just from the mere thought. What the heck is happening to me? This stranger must be suffering the same torment because those blue eyes grow ravenous like an anorexic faced with prime rib. No one’s ever gazed at me like this, with pure unadulterated, hot, wild, salivating lust. The same way I’m gazing at him. My resolve to remain on my side of the hall cracks with each passing moment. His fails. He lets out a soft grunt and takes a stride toward me. Thank God.

“Mrs. Harrow?”

Those two words break whatever enchantment engulfed me. I somehow pry my eyes away from the stranger toward the creaky stairs. Suddenly I’m freezing and trembling as if in shock. At least I can breathe again, though only in short bursts. D.J. takes the final step up into the hallway. “Oh, good, you found her,” he says to the stranger.

“Yes,” the man says, quiet voice cracking a tad, “I did.”

“Mrs. Harrow, may I present my son, Bram. He’s the one who tracked you down.” D.J. glances from his son to me, eyes narrowing in confusion. “What the hell is the matter with you two? Y’all look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“We’re fine, sir,” Bram says with only a faint trace of a Southern accent. “Just got a chill. Old house and all.”

“Oh. Well, you can get someone to fix that, I guess. Bram can give you the handyman’s name and number. He’s been the one taking care of things. Hey,” he says to his son, “I’ve been meaning to ask. What happened to all those weird looking creatures and symbols that used to be on all the walls and tables? The gargoyles and such? There were still a ton of them even after the renovation.”

“I, uh, had them removed.” Bram turns to me. “I hope you don’t think I overstepped my bounds. I had them remove the medical equipment too and clean up. I just…wanted to cheer the place up for your arrival.”

“Um, thank you. For thinking of me.”

“Your grandmother would have wanted me to, um, make things as comfortable for you as possible.”

“You’re very kind,” I say, blushing. I’m sure as red as a fire engine. I look over at D.J. “Both of you.”

“So, have you decided what you’re going to do with the place?” D.J. asks me.

“I haven’t really thought that far ahead.”

“But you’re planning on staying, right?” Bram asks with urgency. “At least for a while?”

I meet his eyes again, instantly overpowered by the intense fear in them. I can stand it for only a millisecond. “Um, I-I guess.”

“Well, you are welcome to stay here while the will’s in probate. Or the Cypress Hotel is lovely. There’s also the Crimson Vale Motel, but it’s a tad low rent.”

“Um…” Do I really want to spend the night alone in this house? Two people died here, and those are just the ones I know of. I don’t believe in ghosts—your soul either enters heaven or hell—but this house feels as if it’s under an enchantment. Frozen in time by an evil witch. But it’s mine. I came all this way, and if I don’t stay in this house tonight, I never will. “No, I’ll be staying here. The letter said everything was still turned on?”

“It is,” Bram says. “I-we kept the utilities up to date for when you finally arrived.”

“Thank you. Both.”

We stand in silence for a few awkward moments. I sense Bram staring at me, waiting for something, but I can’t return his gaze. My eyes remain glued to the floor. “Well,” D.J. says, “we’ll get out of your hair. You’re probably tired from your trip. Bram?” The son follows the father down the hall and stairs with me three steps behind to show them out. Bram glances back, each time his mouth opens to say something, but he thinks better of it each time. “You have my card if you have any questions,” D.J. continues. “Don’t hesitate to call, even if it’s just for the name of a good restaurant.”

“Thank you.”

The men step out onto the porch, but I wait at the threshold. “Remember. Anything,” D.J. adds as he ambles to his BMW.

All I want is for you to leave now. “I will. Thank you.”

His son moves toward his own BMW SUV, but halfway there Bram suddenly stops, doesn’t move for a moment, then spins around to face me. For some reason my stomach clenches from nerves as he does. I grip the door handle in case he’s about to finish what he started in the hall, whatever that was. “I, um, I…” he says. His mouth clamps shut again to find the right words. If possible, he’s as unnerved as I am. He shakes his head to clear it and smiles. “Welcome home, Jane.”

Those words send a cascade of warmth through my body like warn rain just washed over me. I haven’t a clue what to say back. All I can manage is a weak smile before retreating inside like a mouse into a hole. The moment the door shuts, I turn my back to it and rest against the wood with a sigh. What is the matter with me? Have I replaced voices and seeing invisible people with nymphomania? I remain pressed against the door until I hear both men drive away, the tension waning as the sounds fade, leaving nothing but glorious silence. The house is still. My house. Mine.


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Jennifer Harlow spent her restless childhood fighting with her three brothers and scaring the heck out of herself with horror movies and books. She grew up to earn a degree at the University of Virginia which she put to use as a radio DJ, crisis hotline volunteer, bookseller, lab assistant, wedding coordinator, and government investigator. Currently she calls Atlanta home but that restless itch is ever present. In her free time she continues to scare the beejepers out of herself watching scary movies and opening her credit card bills. She is the author of the Amazon best-selling F.R.E.A.K.S. Squad, Midnight Magic Mystery series, The Galilee Falls Trilogy, and won the Independent Publisher’s Award for Best Mystery Novel.

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  1. Sounds like the perfect set up for a creepy read.

  2. The cover is creepy and the read sounds really scary - a great read for October :).

  3. You wrote that test like you knew me! LOL Now I'm curious about the book too. It sure sounds right up my alley!

  4. Congrats on this tour and thank for the opportunity to read about another great book out there to read. It helps out so I can find books I know my family will enjoy reading. Thanks as well for the giveaway.

  5. Crimson Veil sounds like a good read. Thank you

  6. Wow that is a wild cover!
    Intrigues me to read this book.
    thank you

  7. I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including Crimson Vale: A Modern Gothic Love Story, and wishing the best in keeping up the good work in the future.

    1. Thank you! As long as you keep reading, I'll keep writing. heck, even if you don't read I'll probable keep at it. :P

    2. I will keep on reading! Thank you for the book blitz and good luck with your new release.

  8. I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including Crimson Vale: A Modern Gothic Love Story, and wishing the best in keeping up the good work in the future.