It’s that time again, my deadly darlings. This week we look at the horror titles of No Boundaries Press. They not only have a lot to offer for readers in general, but they will push the boundaries (right off a cliff…) with horror. So just like last week, turn your lights down low, crank up the organ music, and huddle close to your screen as I bring to you a selection of terrifying tales and bone-chilling blurbs.
Our first title is about a small-town girl who’s like so many of us lovely ladies…except her job is a little, how shall we say…macabre? She’s well-liked, but there’s something under the surface, something that just doesn’t sit well with people. Not only that, but she’s one of those women who pine away for years over the one she has her eyes on. What happens when the one she loves is engaged to another woman? What happens when her pining turns to obsession? Join Alexandra Christian in this twisted tale with a slash of Southern Gothic flavor…
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Do you want more? Do you really, really want to peer into the pages of this creepy read? Then by all means…have an excerpt.
He nodded towards the corpse lying on the table. “You done with her?”
Caroline nodded. “She looks beautiful.”
“You always do a nice job, Caroline.” He gave a sheepish smile that could melt the ice off an igloo. “I wonder a lot how you do it.”
“Do what?”
“Look at dead people,” he said, shuddering a little. “And you know… fix them.”
Caroline grinned. “It’s not that bad really. You just have to remember that every dead person used to be alive and to treat them with the same respect you would in life.” She shrugged. “I never think about it really.”
“I’d have nightmares.” He turned the water off and flicked his hands at the sink. “You have to see them at their worst. It’s grisly.”
Caroline narrowed her eyes and watched as he toweled off his hands. One would think that he’d have gotten used to it by now, with his father owning a funeral home. Very often he’d be called upon to go on pick-ups. How could he still be so squeamish? Everyone had assumed that Scott would go to mortician school after graduation, but he’d opted for a business degree from the local university. Now she could see why. He couldn’t hack it. “It’s not grisly. Every person deserves to look their best the last time anyone sees them.”
“I guess so, but still… I couldn’t do it.” He smiled again, but she could tell—he thought she was weird. It was okay. Everyone thought she was weird. They always had. High school had been a complete nightmare for her. Carolina never quite fit in. She wasn’t pretty enough to be a popular girl, brainy enough to be a nerd or creative enough to be a geek. She’d always been “weird Caroline.”The girl who pinned dead butterflies to her door. The girl who came to school in mismatched socks. The girl whose hair looked dirty all the time, no matter how much she washed it. She’d tried to stay off the radar, to fade into the background like a cornflower on ugly wallpaper, but unfortunately, they could smell her weakness. They’d taunted and teased, put gum in her hair, left big bottles of shampoo in front of her gym locker—anything and everything to make her feel like an outcast.
Only Scott had been kind. Never once had he called her ugly or weird. When some other kids pushed her down in front of her math class one afternoon, he’d been the only one to stop and help her up. After that day, she’d known. Scott Bauer was the only boy she could ever really love. And there wasn’t much chance of that changing—that was ten years ago and still she could barely speak when he walked into a room.
“Oh sure you could, Scott.” She gave an embarrassed smile and reached out like she wanted to touch his hand, but then thought better of it. “There’s not much you can’t do.”
Scott chuckled. His own cheeks flushed a little as he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “Thanks, Caroline.” He looked towards the door with a nervous expression and she knew what he was thinking—that he should get out of here as soon as possible. She could almost hear him say, “Damn this chick creeps me out,” but of course he was too polite to utter it aloud. “Well, I better be going. My dad’s going to need help unloading the flowers.”
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