Pictures from Anthocon 2013

by Jason Harris

The third Anthocon has come to an end. All we have left are good memories and pictures until next year’s convention. Anthocon is organized by the Four Horsemen ( Timothy Deal, Mark Wholley, ZjOhnny Morse, and Danny Evarts). It’s an excellent convention where there are panels, author readings and vendors selling everything from books, t-shirts, wooden bookmarks and even lemon curd.2013-11-08 04.41.01

Post Mortem Press table.

Author and Books and Boos co-owner Stacey (Longo) Harris

Author and Books and Boos co-owner Stacey (Longo) Harris.

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Authors Thomas A. Erb and T.G. Arsenault’s table.

The New England Horror Writers' table

The New England Horror Writers’ table.

Author Holly Newstein Hautala giving Anthocon's Keynote address.

Author Holly Newstein Hautala giving Anthocon’s Keynote address.

Authors Morven Westfield, Errick Nunnaly, Trisha Wooldridge, and Jennifer

From left to right: authors Morven Westfield, Errick Nunnally, Trisha Wooldridge, and Jennifer Allis Provost.

Artist Stephanie Johnson's artwork in the Art Show.

Artist Stephanie Johnson’s artwork in the Art Show.

Author and editor Stacey Longo introducing Wicked Seasons, which she edited for the New England Horror Writers.

Author and editor Stacey Longo introducing Wicked Seasons, which she edited for the New England Horror Writers.

Author Kristi Petersen Schoonover reading her story in Wicked Seasons.

Author Kristi Petersen Schoonover reading her story in Wicked Seasons.

Anthocon organizer Tim Deal.

Anthocon organizer Tim Deal.

The Gnomies table.

The Gnombies table.

Author T.T. Zuma behind the New England Horror Wrters' table.

Author T.T. Zuma behind the New England Horror Writers’ table.

Paranormal author Jolynne Valerie.

Paranormal author Jolynne Valerie.

From left to right: authors and NEHW members Morven Westfield, Scott Goudsward, and Gordon Bean.

From left to right: authors and NEHW members Morven Westfield, Scott Goudsward, and Gordon Bean.

Anthocon's vendor room.

Anthocon’s vendor room.

Authors John Goodrich and T.T. Zuma.

Authors John Goodrich and T.T. Zuma.

Authors K. Allen Wood and Catherine Grant.

Authors K. Allen Wood and Catherine Grant.

Author Stacey Longo reading her story in Anthology: Year Two: Inner Demons Out.

Secret Things author Stacey Longo reading her story in Anthology: Year Two: Inner Demons Out.

Author David North-Martino reading his story in Anthology: Year Two: Inner Demons Out.

Author David North-Martino reading his story in Anthology: Year Two: Inner Demons Out.

Author Tracy Carbone at the Shadowridge Press table.

Author Tracy Carbone at the Shadowridge Press table.

Items on the Books and Boos table.

Items on the Books and Boos table.

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Author Catherine Grant signing a copy of Wicked Seasons.

Author Catherine Grant signing a copy of Wicked Seasons.

A lot of activity at the Books and Boos table.

A lot of activity at the Books and Boos table.

Author Scott Goudsward reading his story in Wicked Seasons.

Author Scott Goudsward reading his story in Wicked Seasons.

More artwork in the Art Show.

More artwork in the Art Show.

Author Tracy Carbone reading her story in Anthology: Year Two: Inner Demons Out.

Author Tracy Carbone reading her story in Anthology: Year Two: Inner Demons Out.

Authors Gordon Bean and Jennifer Allis Provost.

Authors Gordon Bean and Jennifer Allis Provost.

Stacey Longo and Trevor Firetog.

Authors Stacey Longo and Trevor Firetog.

The offerings of Shock Totem.

The offerings of Shock Totem.

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Author K. Allen Wood.

Author K. Allen Wood.

Authors Laura Hickman and Kelli Jones.

Authors Laura Hickman and Kelli Jones.

The artwork of Charles Day.

The artwork of Charles Day.

Authors Peter Dudar and L.L. Soares.

Authors Peter Dudar and L.L. Soares.

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Authors Errick Nunnally and Trisha Wooldridge.

Authors Errick Nunnally and Trisha Wooldridge.

Authors Kelli Jones and L.L. Soares.

Authors Kelli Jones and L.L. Soares.

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Authors Scott Goudsward and Kristi Petersen Schoonover.

Authors Scott Goudsward and Kristi Petersen Schoonover.

Author Rob Smales.

Author Rob Smales.

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Author Rob Smales reading his story in Wicked Seasons.

Author Rob Smales reading his story in Wicked Seasons.

Books & Boos Blog Entry about the Holly Newstein Hautala Fundraiser

The fundraiser went well today. The bookstore raised almost $350 for Holly. Her husband, author Rick Hautala passed away unexpectedly on March 21, 2013. Unfortunately, before he died, his life insurance policy lapsed. His widow and family are struggling to pay expenses related to his death. Anyone who has met Rick knows what a genuinely kind and decent man he was.

Not every item in the silent was bid on so we will be putting those items up on Ebay and/or our Amazon page. We will let you know when they are listed.

We want to thank Bill and Marge Rockwell, Scott M. Goriscak, David Price, T.T. Zuma, Trisha Wooldridge, Vincent H. O’Neil, Ronald Winter, Dan Foley, G. Elmer Munson, Jennifer Allis Provost, Dale T. Phillips, Vlad Vaslyn, Lauren Middleton, Tim J. Finn, Brian and Loretta White, Richard Tomas, Sandy Deluca, Leslie O’Grady, Linda Orlomoski, Kristi Petersen Schoonover, Daniel Keohane, Tracy L. Carbone, Stephen D. Rogers, Alex Scully, T.G. Arsenault, Carson Buckingham, Hal Kinney and Robert Heske.

The above list of people participated by appearing at the fundraiser, donating to it, or just helping by setting up and making food for the event. It was greatly appreciated.

We also would like to thank Rob Watts, Erin Thorne, Philip Perron, Gardner Goldsmith, Bracken MacLeod, Stephanie Johnson, Kate Laity, Amy Grech, and Catherine Grant for either sharing on Facebook, tweeting/retweeting on Twitter and/or writing blog entries about this fundraiser. Thank you for taking the time to promote this event.

We would also like to thank John Valeri of the Hartford Examiner and Ryan Blessing of the Norwich Bulletin for writing about this fundraiser.

We want to thank Pastor Kevin Zufall (Church of Hope) for lending us chairs for the event.

This entry is from the Books & Boos’ blog. You can read and see the pictures from the fundraiser by clicking here.

Fundraiser at Books & Boos this Saturday

Books & Boos is holding a fundraiser for Holly Newstein Hautala on Saturday from 10 a.m. to 8 p.m. Holly is an author and a wonderful person. She lost her husband, Rick Hautala, to a heartattack in March. At the time of Rick’s death, he had let his life insurance policy lapse because he couldn’t afford it. A writer’s life is one of struggle and Rick’s life was no different.Rick was an author and the nicest guy. He would help aspiring writers with comments and by even reading their manuscripts if he had the time. I got to know him at Necon (http://www.campnecon.com/), a writer’s convention that happens every July. I talked with him there. I even beat him at darts with his own darts. I will always remember him calling me a ringer when I beat him.  He is a person who will be missed. You can read the tributes from the people he touched here.

If you want to get to know him, his autobiography, The Horror… The Horror: An Autobiography, was released as an e-book on May 27, you can read more about it here.

There will be 14 authors attending the fundraiser throughout the day. Here is the list of authors attending: Dan Foley, Scott M. Goriscak, Stacey Longo, G. Elmer Munson, Vincent H. O’Neil, Monica O’Rourke, Dale T. Phillips, David Price, Jennifer Allis Provost, William Rockwell, Vlad Vaslyn, Brian White, Corrine De Winter, Ronald Winter, Trisha Wooldridge, and T.T. Zuma.

There will be three different panels (the Horror Movie panel from 1 p.m. to 2 p.m., Favorite Books of All Time from 2 p.m. to 3 p.m., and Ghosts in the Attic: My Personal Paranormal Experience from 3 p.m. to 4 p.m.).

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A 8×10 autograph William Shatner picture.

There is also going to be a silent auction going on throughout the day until 6 p.m. Over 35 silent auction items will be available to bid on throughout the day, including signed  8 x 10 of William Shatner, Walter Koenig, and George Takei; handcrafted jewelry; a writer’s basket of goodies; a rare The Outer Limits figurine; Dr. Who puzzles; a basket of books; original photography by Linda Orlomoski of Norwich, and many other incredible items. You can see the items here.

If you can’t make it on Saturday, the bookstore’s owners have set-up a way for people to bid on the items. Click here for more details and information.

There will also be giveaways, balloons, and free food at the event. It’s going to be a great day so please come and enjoy yourselves.

An Excerpt from ‘Copper Girl’

by Jennifer Allis Provost

CopperGirlsFRONTcoverFINALhirezCHAPTER ONE, Part I

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

My office, like most modern offices, cranked the air conditioning down to Arctic proportions during the summer months. Consequently, we workers arrived in the morning dressed in sandals and sleeveless tops, donned heavy sweaters upon reaching our desks, and ended up shivering by noon. Ironically, when our workday ended we were hit by a wall of oppressive heat the moment we stepped outside the main doors. No, this wasn’t a flawed system in the slightest.

That day, I wasn’t having it. I had the grand idea of spending my lunch hour outside, away from the icy wind stiffening my fingers and chilling my neck. After I unwound myself from the afghan I kept in my desk (and only used in the summer months), I gathered up my lunch and my phone and headed out for an impromptu picnic in my car.

What I hadn’t considered was that the office runs the air conditioning so cold because it was, well, hot outside. Very hot, in fact. So hot that the cheese was melting in my sandwich and the lettuce looked like something that had washed ashore months, maybe even years, ago. I was parked in the shade and had taken down my car’s convertible top, but I still couldn’t manage to get comfortable. I’d already shed my sandals and cardigan, which left me wearing my sundress and …

Dare I?

I glanced around the parking lot of Real Estate Evaluation Services, the ‘go-to firm for all your commercial real estate needs’, according to the brochures. No one, human or drone, was taking a noontime stroll, and, by virtue of my being on the far side of the lot, no cars were near mine. Most of my coworkers didn’t even have cars, so the lot was rarely more than half-full. What was more, from where I sat, I couldn’t even see the office.

I dared.

I took a deep breath and channeled my inner wild woman, then leaned the seat back and slipped off my panties. Removing that small bit of cotton made an incredible difference, and the heat became somewhat bearable. Enjoyable, even. Was that a breeze?

Ignoring my decrepit sandwich, I fully reclined the seat, set the alarm on my phone, and closed my eyes. A nap. Now that would make today bearable.

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Suddenly, he is there.

Here.

I know I’m dreaming, because he’s perfect. His lips are soft but insistent, his hands gentle. I glide my fingers across his back, feeling thick cords of muscle, before sinking my fingers into his hair. It’s superfine, like cobwebs, and when I crack an eyelid, I learn that it’s silver. Not gray or white, but the elegant hue of antique candlesticks and fine flatware. Cool.

I squeeze my eyes shut again, not wanting the dream to end any sooner than it has to. He kisses me once more, and I can’t help melting against him. His hand travels up my leg, up past my hip … shit! No panties!

I try twisting away, but he already knows. I feel his mouth stretch into a smile, and he moves to nuzzle my neck. “What’s your name?” he murmurs.

“Sara,” I reply. “Yours?”

“Micah.” By now, his hands have traveled to my waist, and he slides one around to stroke the small of my back. “Why did you summon me, Sara?”

 “I didn’t,” I protest. “I don’t know how.” I would say more, but he nibbles a trail from my neck to my shoulder, and pushes my dress to the side. As for me, I let him.

Micah raises his head, and I get a good look at him for the first time. His eyes are large and dark gray, like thunderheads, his features chiseled into warm caramel skin, and his unruly mop of silver hair seems to float around his head. He wears an odd, buff-colored leather shirt, made all the odder in this heat, and matching leather pants and boots. Boots?

“You did summon me,” he insists. “My Sara, you must tell me why.”

“Does it matter?” I ask. I pull him back to me, kissing him with all the passion I’ve ever felt with anyone during my waking hours. Micah kisses me back, fingers deftly unbuttoning my dress while his other hand rubs my lower back. I’ve never felt so free, so alive as I do in Micah’s embrace, and I have no intention of rushing this. None at all.

If you enjoyed chapter one of Copper Girl, you can order it here.

Jennifer Allis Provost is a native New Englander who lives in a sprawling colonial along with her beautiful and precocious twins, a dog, a parrot (maroon bellied conure, to be exact), two cats, and a wonderful husband who never forgets to buy ice cream. As a child, she read anything and everything she could get her hands on, including a set of encyclopedias, but fantasy was always her favorite. She spends her days drinking vast amounts of coffee, arguing with her computer, and avoiding any and all domestic behavior.

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Check out her websites, http://jenniferallisprovost.com/ and http://jenniferallisprovost.blogspot.com/.