Today is the kick-off of the tour for Parricide by S.
Briones Lim. My stop includes a spotlight and a guest post from the author herself. While you're here make sure to check out the excerpt and giveaway featured on this tour as well. This book will please fans of the horror genre with elements of revenge and vampires. I just got my copy... you should too! :)
ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: Parricide
Author: S.
Briones Lim
Genre: Horror
Date of Publication: February 14th, 2014
ISBN: 9781304790262
Number of pages: 362
Word Count: 92,026
Cover Artist: S. Briones Lim
Purchase Price: $2.99 (E-book)
Buy Links: | Amazon | Lulu |
Purchase Price: $2.99 (E-book)
Buy Links: | Amazon | Lulu |
Stanley Heckley’s world was torn
apart the night his wife and infant daughter were murdered by his wife’s
ex-lover, James Gandy. Left with no family to call his own, Stanley is consumed
with rage and thirsts to exact revenge in the only way he thinks is fair – to
kill Gandy’s entire bloodline.
Unfortunately for Stanley, his
timid personality and good conscience makes killing a difficult task to
accomplish.
Tormented by his inability to
avenge his family, Stanley seeks the help of a distant acquaintance known
simply as the vampire, Geoff. Touched by Stanley’s plight, Geoff takes it upon
himself to give Stanley a thirst for blood and the talent to kill. As a newly
turned vampire, Stanley joins Geoff on a complex mission of murder and
vengeance as they hunt each member of the Gandy family one by one, wiping the
entire bloodline from existence.
Or so they thought.
Over a century later, Stanley
learns that a dire mistake has left one Gandy alive. Once again faced with the
monsters of his past, Stanley finds himself returning to his hometown of Meyers
to hunt the remaining descendant, Amanda.
From the get-go, Stanley’s mission is plagued with many obstacles
including a new henchman for Geoff, a ghost of a young, sadistic girl, and the
fact that Amanda looks remarkably like his late wife. For this member of the
undead, hunting the final Gandy may just be the death of him.
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Excerpt from Parricide
Stanley
April 9, 1904
“No!
Please don’t shoot!” Her voice wavered slightly though she tried her hardest to
remain firm and unfazed. Had it not been for the tremor in her tone and the
unmistakable trembling of her shoulders, the intruder might have bought her act
of valor.
The
terrified cries of my wife echoed against the bare wooden walls causing me to
run in a panic. I flew down a flight of stairs towards the parlor area and
noticed the dim flicker of a single candle illuminating the room. It added an
eerie ambiance to what was to be the most horrifying moment of my life.
“Gandy!
What do you think you’re doing?! Get your hands off my wife!” I shouted with
pure ferocity. I wouldn’t be surprised if the blood vessels in my eyes had
burst open given the tint of red that shadowed my vision.
“Well,
well, lookit ‘ere who it is,” Gandy slurred drunkenly as he gripped my wife’s
strawberry blond hair between his fingers. “It’s Stanley Heckley! Or might I
say, the Great Stanley Heckley.” He cackled and peered down at my wife.
My
eyes fell instantly onto Christiana’s tear stained face. I made an attempt to rush
forward, however, she shook her head slightly and mouthed, “Go! Save Katie.”
My
stomach wrenched as I pictured our three-month-old daughter hidden under the
floorboards in the main room upstairs. She was safe - for now.
I
cleared my throat and stood up straighter. Holding my hands out as a final
plea, I said as calmly, but with as much authority as I could muster, “Gandy,
please put down the gun. You had a little too much to drink tonight and I
promise that if you walk out of here this instant, I will not tell the
authorities of this little incident.”
I
braced myself for his reaction and was surprised to hear a hearty chuckle in
response. Christiana winced as he continued his belly laugh and pulled tightly
against her head. Her beautiful braid was now a rat’s nest and I was surprised
not to find clumps of her pinkish locks strewn along the floor.
“Do
you think you have the right to tell me what to do?” Gandy laughed
hysterically. With his gun toting hand he reached up and wiped tears from the
corners of his eyes.
“I
beg your pardon but I don’t see the humor in this situation,” I growled.
“You
want to know what’s funny?” Gandy snapped. “The fact that Christiana here
picked you over me. What does she see in you anyway? Nothing but a stack of
cash that your daddy gave you.”
I
glanced around the room frantically, looking for any escape route. My eyes
focused on the window and my mind methodically went over any possible option I
had to get my family out of this situation. It was as if everything was running
in slow motion, from the flow of my blood through my veins to the harsh beating
of my pained heart.
“Are
you listening to me?!” Gandy’s hazy voice interrupted my frantic thoughts.
I
gulped. “Yes, Gandy.”
His
eyes widened as he pointed the barrel toward me. Christiana gasped and began
pleading frantically, begging for him to drop the gun. Ignoring her cries, he
lifted an eyebrow as he looked me dead in the eye. “It’s yes, sir,” he
corrected.
I
nodded my head. “Yes, sir,” I replied through gritted teeth.
His
lips curled up into a sinister grin and he began pacing the room dragging
Christiana along with him. She grabbed at his hand, trying to pry his fingers
from her scalp, but was unsuccessful. The gray skirt of her dress, a birthday
present from me, dragged behind her, becoming soiled with the dust from the
floor.
“Now,
I don’t know why you’re stupid enough to come back to town,” he said through
gritted teeth. “The folks here were finally steer clear of the Heckleys, yet
here you are infesting our town again with your filthy riches. You think your
family’s better than all of us here, don’t you? Just because of your blue blood
ways.”
“Gandy,”
I said in an even tone. It pained me to even speak, my throat dry and parched
from fear. “Please leave my property. We’ll deal with this when you’re sober in
the morning.”
“This
ain’t about being sober! This is about the abomination that your family has
bestowed upon the less privileged. That’s why you came back to town now, isn’t
it? To take over all the businesses that your greedy father wasn’t able to get
his cold, vile hands on! You should have stayed in God knows where you were!”
“It
was a mistake to come back,” I agreed as I nodded my head; and good God did I
agree. “We only came back to tie up ends concerning my father’s estate. Nothing
more.”
“Ah,
yes,” he grinned. “That’s right! Your old man croaked a month ago, didn’t he?”
My
blood began boiling and instinctively my fists clenched together. “Yes,” I said
in a raspy tone. The pain of having lost my father still burned freshly in my
heart. Hearing Gandy speak so nonchalantly about his passing made me want to
gouge his eyes out. That would have to wait. For now I needed to focus on
helping my sweet wife.
