Friday, October 12, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
New Site
I have a new site which will serve as a virtual billboard for my novels. So then, I'll be keeping it nice and clean. I hope you like and will help me spread the word!
J. Eric Laing
Also, I have parted ways with Night Publishing and will be striking out on my own. Here's wishing all my friends at Night wonderful success.
J. Eric Laing
Also, I have parted ways with Night Publishing and will be striking out on my own. Here's wishing all my friends at Night wonderful success.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Cicada named New and Notable!
Thank you, you amazingly insightful folks at Kirkus!
HUZZAH!
Now, who does a fella have to buy lunch for to get one of those lovely circled stars? No appettizers, two rounds of drinks, but not too top shelf. I'm still aspiring over here, after all.
HUZZAH!
Now, who does a fella have to buy lunch for to get one of those lovely circled stars? No appettizers, two rounds of drinks, but not too top shelf. I'm still aspiring over here, after all.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
The WIP
Blood, sex, magic...and Ancient Rome
A serial killer hunts the streets of Ancient Rome preying on what is truly the most dangerous game...the gladiators. As the killer collects macabre trophies, it falls to the Prefect of the Night Watch to end the horror.
Coming this summer!
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Seeping closer
The details are done...oh, but there was a lot of devil in 'em.
My second novel, Seep is HERE!
Special thanks to S.C. Thompson for assisting with the cover art.
My second novel, Seep is HERE!
Special thanks to S.C. Thompson for assisting with the cover art.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
My Kirkus Reviews Review
CICADA
Tragedy befalls a small town in the 1950s Deep South when the Klu Klux Klan’s arrival coincides with an unraveling of long-held family secrets.
A suicide gunshot rattles the humid air in this bleak but often beautifully crafted tale of cultural strife in the Southern town of Melby. During one particularly sweltering summer, the Sayre family tries to cope with the stifling heat. Since the childhood death of his brother, farmer John Sayre has held a terrible secret, one that comes to bear on his marriage, his status in town and his relationship with his young son, Timothy. [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS] Frances Sayre fears her husband has taken up with the Klan, [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS]. Her discovery, Buckshot’s secretiveness and the increasing boldness of the town’s bigots and its reprehensible minister all sit heavy in the uneasy, oppressive heat. The cicadas incessantly hum in ominous chorus. Everyone is being watched: [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS], the gravedigger sees visitors to the lynched man’s grave, the mockingbirds eye the old family cat in the last hours of its life. The town’s animals, wild or domesticated, play as big a part as any of the well-drawn characters in the tragedy. Nature’s cruelty—and occasionally, its beauty—foreshadow and echo the townspeople’s wicked acts. Only beautiful Cicada remains a mystery. Like the female cicada, she causes the frenzied men to buzz and drone around her in hopes of attracting her bewitching affection.
Be sure to read this steamy Southern noir in the A/C.
See the whole shebang here
Tragedy befalls a small town in the 1950s Deep South when the Klu Klux Klan’s arrival coincides with an unraveling of long-held family secrets.
A suicide gunshot rattles the humid air in this bleak but often beautifully crafted tale of cultural strife in the Southern town of Melby. During one particularly sweltering summer, the Sayre family tries to cope with the stifling heat. Since the childhood death of his brother, farmer John Sayre has held a terrible secret, one that comes to bear on his marriage, his status in town and his relationship with his young son, Timothy. [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS] Frances Sayre fears her husband has taken up with the Klan, [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS]. Her discovery, Buckshot’s secretiveness and the increasing boldness of the town’s bigots and its reprehensible minister all sit heavy in the uneasy, oppressive heat. The cicadas incessantly hum in ominous chorus. Everyone is being watched: [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS], the gravedigger sees visitors to the lynched man’s grave, the mockingbirds eye the old family cat in the last hours of its life. The town’s animals, wild or domesticated, play as big a part as any of the well-drawn characters in the tragedy. Nature’s cruelty—and occasionally, its beauty—foreshadow and echo the townspeople’s wicked acts. Only beautiful Cicada remains a mystery. Like the female cicada, she causes the frenzied men to buzz and drone around her in hopes of attracting her bewitching affection.
Be sure to read this steamy Southern noir in the A/C.
See the whole shebang here
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