Monsterland: Reanimated by Michael Okon

You might want to check out my review of Monsterland before proceeding...And Here's a couple of vids about it! If you have not already read the first in series, I highly recommend you do, in order to get the whole effect, even though each book can easily stand on its own...

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When I received this book, I had initial thoughts about having a sequel to the book, Monsterland--after all, how many monsters can one deal with? LOL

But I was proven wrong. Michael Okon's Monsterland: Reanimated was all new and, in fact, better than the first in my opinion.

It is not the "horror" that Okon brings to readers, but rather the ingenuity in recreating--reanimating--what was once old, made new... 

Especially the Mummies! Guess who they are! LOL




Monsterland: Reanimated

By Michael Okon

Front Page of the Copper Valley Sun

President of the US, World Leaders, and

Thousands Dead

Many still missing as the world reels from the impact of the Monsterland disaster

Multitudes are still unaccounted for the presumed dead. Excaping werewolves, vampires, and zombies of Dr. Vincent Konrad's theme parks inexplicably escaped en masse and massacred unwitting parkgoers ... Massive government shutdowns as the world teeters on the brink of chaos.

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The Night After the Monsterland Catastrophe

A bright moon painted the desert's surface pewter. Here and there, dark spots soiled the landscape like oil spills. Most of the bodies had been taken before the troops were ordered to leave. They carted away the corpses, bulldozing the zombies into mass graves, until  radios chirped with urgent orders deploying the soldiers to the bigger threats that erupted in the main cities like a chain of angry volcanoes.

Monsterland was extinguished, its carcass left for the voltures to pick, the exhibits silent as a tomb.

The dead president and his equally dead entourage were whisked away on Air Force One, along with the dark-clad special operatives that came and left like the brisk desert wind that now howled through the empty streets.

A gate screamed in the silence, slamming with a reverberating smash. The uneven gait of someone with a physical challenge filled the void. The scrape and plod of his limp echoed against the wall of mountains framing the theme park. His labored breathing huffed as he made his way down the streets.

A door creaked loudly as it was blown by the wind. He stopped, his distorted figure silhouetted in the pale moonlight, his body turning silver. He looked at the broken glass littering the pavement like diamonds, then up to the still, pre-dawn sky. He considered the sun peeking over the jagged horizon in the east, its golden light painting the dips and hollows of the hills. Soon the coming day would chase the darkness away.

Time was the enemy now. He had to move faster, or it would be too late. He picked up his pace, lurching along the winding road. A keening howl ricocheted through the streets, bouncing off the walls. It sounded like a... no, he thought, it couldn't be. The werewolves were all dead, destroyed by Vincent Konrad when he made their heads explode...

Igor skittered away, hugging the walls of Monsterland, putting as much distance as he could between them. Not an easy feat, considering his distorted hips. He muttered to himself about carrion and the wind. His eyes darted nervously, scouting the hills, not exactly sure what he was looking for. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. His heart pounded so loudly he was certain that the creature watching him could hear it too...

The beast gave another mournful howl that went right through him. Igor glanced at his empty hands, berating himself for not bringing a weapon...

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The horror scenes are fun, but if you just preview the first page of his novel (see excerpt above), you will see that Okon's writing has a literary touch that keeps us both enjoying his lush settings as well as his action-filled scenes... More, in centering on a teenage boy and his friends, many of us have already established a relationship, a real liking for the characters within both novels.

Wyatt is the main character who, personally, is not too sure about his step-father...For me,  this was one of the main tracks I watched and enjoyed as the book progressed and ultimately affected this relationship greatly. Kudos to Okon on honing in and using the scenario of son-stepfather as a key element in the book.

It really had to happen, didn't it? After all, monsters are people too, so why shouldn't they be first enslaved and separated for view as being "different" from humans... But we all know that monsters are created by people, don't we? And the villain in this book is well worthy of that title. Not only does he create Monsterland(s), but he lives(?) well, almost, to reanimate his army of creatures!

It had started with a group of friends talking about their favorite subject--which monster was the best ever! In an intriguing twist Okon plays up this friendly exchange in this new book, as Melvin who always championed werewolves takes on a much more significant role. Again, it was the setting and dialogue surrounding Melvin that turned this character into a wonderful addition to the story...I loved how he was "re-animated" by the author...

The storyline is again fairly simple and straight-forward. It is in the unique creation of characters--such as Igor, the assistant to the main villain, Melvin, one of the original teenagers, and the re-animated Vincent Konrad, the main villain--was extraordinary. For me, none of the concepts including for Vincent were new, yet their creation within this story was intriguing and quite entertaining.

But, really, I don't think anybody reading the book would have expected what happened after someone called "It's Alive!"

A different type of horror--more fun than scary. More a mystery to be solved, than a lot of mashing and slashing. Do check it out. I highly recommend for those interested!


GABixlerReviews

Michael Okon is an award-winning and best-selling author of multiple genres including paranormal, thriller, horror, action/adventure and self-help. He graduated from Long Island University with a degree in English, and then later received his MBA in business and finance. Coming from a family of writers, he has storytelling in his DNA. Michael has been writing from as far back as he can remember, his inspiration being his love for films and their impact on his life. From the time he saw The Goonies, he was hooked on the idea of entertaining people through unforgettable characters.

Michael is a lifelong movie buff, a music playlist aficionado, and a sucker for self-help books. He lives on the North Shore of Long Island with his wife and children.

The Confessions of Jonathan Flite May Just Be Spookiest, Weirdest Novel You've Read...Whew!

...Jonathan's eighth birthday brought a surprise. Winifred had asked Clarette the nanny to organize a party and invite Jonathan's fellow second graders. Nine of them showed up with their parents close in tow. When it was time for cake, Jonathan blew out his candles as any good birthday boy would. Then he said, "Est-ce que quelqu'um veut du the avec son gateau?"
Only Clarette was able to keep from staring at him, agape. She went to the kitchen to boil a kettle of water. Only then did she realize Jonathan had spoken--in French.
In the weeks that followed, Winifred asked questions, and Jonathan answered.
"How long have you known French?"
"My whole life."
"Because of Clarette? Does she speak it when I'm not here?"
"No, she always speaks in English."
"Then how do you know it?"
"I just do."
"And could you always speak English, too?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you? Don't you know how worried I was?
"Because I've been confused."
"What confused you?"
"Molly and Elijah and Jillian and the others."
"What do you mean? Who are molly and Elijah?"
"The kids who went into the Moon Woods."
"What are the Moon Woods?"
"A place I remember."
"You've never been to a place called the Moon Woods. What on Earth are you talking about?"
Jonathan shrugged, then sauntered to the living room and grabbed his reading tablet. When he returned, he handed her a display of Google results for the search term "Idle County Seven." Most of them were headlines dated eighteen years earlier, in 2010. Some were from a publication called The Circle Gazette, others were from the Wind Prairie Tribune, and yet others were from the Minneapolis Star Tribune.
"Seven Idle County Teens Disappear Without a Trace,"
"No Ckues Yet in Idle County Seven Disappearances."
"Celebrity Victor Zobel Organizes search for Missing Teens."
"Police Find Evidence Teens Left Town.
After confiscating the reading tablet and putting all of Jonathan's internet usage under close monitoring, Winifred did her own research. Jonathan's search history showed that, since learning to read at age four, he had visited at least two hundred web sites relating to the disappearance of these seven teenagers...

~~~

The Confessions of Jonathan Flite

By Matthew Beier

Personally, I think the title, using "Confessions," is somewhat misleading... Jonathan Flite had nothing to confess. What he did have was something so unbelievable that even his mother was unable to accept him for what he possessed... But then, she had been in turmoil since Jonathan had been born, especially when he didn't start talking at the normal age. And when he did first speak, it was in French...

The concept for this book is so unique that readers must immediately realize that the author must be someone special, especially at this age. The idea is so well out of the realm of possibility that readers will perhaps have a difficult time even accepting the premise. However, before the book is completed, you will not open have read about a very cold case, a town with seemingly supernatural activities, but a realization that Jonathan who had spent most of his life in some sort of asylum, was all along quite sane...

You see Jonathan was born with all of the memories of the seven teenagers who had disappeared in Moon Wood, including Molly, whose picture is provided...

What? Yes, I wrote it correctly... But I must say that I totally empathized when Jonathan decided not to start talking...I mean, would he be using his own memories which were just now being formed of his new home, his mother...

Or would he speak of the awful memories that explained what happened to each of the teenagers...?

Can evil infiltrate into a physical location and stay there forever? And would the dead rest--those who had "disappeared" from that location? Although these individuals were not being taken by a serial killer, there was a specific reason ...and research being done...that required the use of humans...This book starts at the beginning of the century and moves from time period to time period, ranging back  and forward to the year 2034- which is, in essence, the present... But the story also  began earlier...near the beginning of the last century when a woman named Elizabeth Grime was born and a man named Simon Villard received a journal from Father Benedict Wise for his 13th birthday and later was ordained a priest... A couple of chapters go as far back as 1947...

1947 - Omitted from a preliminary draft of Idle County: A Living Mystery, by Dr. Thomas Lumen, dated April 18, 2028:

In trying to tell this story, I run into the obstacle of describing just what Elizabeth Grime saw and heard when she and Theodore Tarnish came face to face with Simon Villard in the old cemetery. There was a full orange moon, she remembered, and everything, even the ghosts, were cast under a fiery glow.

I cannot do the story justice, nor can I convey just how astounding it was to hear Elizabeth tell it, in her attic, during the lightning storm. It was one of those nights I will never forget and never be able to describe properly to anyone.

Simon Villard had beckoned to Elizabeth and Theodore. The approached him immediately and wasted no time in asking him what he had done to Joshua Grime. Villard never stopped smiling during Elizabeth's harangue. She asked him not just about her husband but about a number of other disappearances around the area, and there was never a point at which he denied being involved. When Theodore Tarnish tried to attack him, Villard left him with a sprained wrist and bruised neck...

You see, all of this is now being researched by a psychiatrist, Thomas Lumen who had once lived there. He had already been doing research of the area based upon his own personal experience, but then heard about Jonathan Flite and went to see him... BTW, I've enjoyed Stephen Fry as a TV psychiatrist and feel comfortable he'd make a wonderful Dr. Lumen although making this book for the screen would have to be for a TV series! However, the special effects of some of the scenes would be spectacular...one of them something like this

The first disappearance started some years afterward and continued from then on...until a major attack on Geneva, Switzerland on August 12th, 2037.

"I appreciate your giving me a chance to help," Dr. Lumen
said in a low voice, gesturing with his head toward the
common room. Winifred turned to see Jonathan and his
friend Mason playing cards by the window... "I know all
this seems silly to you," Dr. Lumen continued, "but you
might feel differently if you were in my shoes. Idle County
gets into your bones. The place is just weird enough to
make you doubt everything you know..."
!!!

"So, the fact that the FBI actually took the time to come out here and question Jonathan about Geneva means nothing?" Dr. Lumen said over an even breath. "Based on what he told me today, and what I know about Idle County, I'm convinced his memories are legitimate, in whatever way that might be possible. And if the FBI is trying to make some sort of case against Victor Zobel, it means Jonathan could know something incriminating. And that's a cause for concern. Victor Zobel is a powerful man..."

Winifred [Jonathan's mother] watched Dr. Lumen... The wisp of patience she had developed for him was menacingly beginning to coalesce into something resembling respect. If anything, the man was concerned for Jonathan in a way Dr. Freede had never been. This hit her like an empty treasure chest.

No matter what your beliefs, this literary horror story forces readers to consider whether there is something out there that only takes so much, and then decides to eliminate the accumulation of evil that has occurred. Jonathan Flite suffered for the majority of his life because of the method by which these horrendous activities, which continued occurring in Idol County, were done...  The author certainly puts forth a lot to consider if you read this novel. I've only highlighted parts because I don't want to give anything away on this one. It's literary horror at its finest and, for me, reminded me of the early books by Dean Koontz when his books were mistakenly categorized as comparable to Stephen King... 

Scenes definitely include the supernatural but these dead people have not become zombies... you might say they are instruments of vengeance... I dare you to read this one. This relatively young author, in my opinion, has an amazing career ahead of him... Highly recommended...

GABixlerReviews

Matthew J. Beier is a novelist, publisher, photographer, and screenwriter based in the San Francisco Bay Area. Since as far back as he can remember, he has been fascinated with visual art and storytelling, especially when they go hand in hand. Born in Duluth, Minnesota, he fostered a knack for these art forms at a very young age, whether by painting with watercolors to deal with his emotions or by drawing pictures to deal with the stories in his head (and sometimes writing their narrations with the help of his mother).

After learning to read in first grade, Matthew lost himself in the worlds of The Boxcar Children,Encyclopedia Brown, My Teacher Is An Alien,Goosebumps, and every other epic, adventurous, or mysterious story he could get his hands on. When he was nine years old, the film adaptation of Micheal Crichton’s Jurassic Park (and, subsequently, the novel itself) changed his life forever. After seeing the film and reading the book the following year, Matthew developed a passion for storytelling that branched in two directions: writing and movie making. He started making dramatized home movies with his siblings and friends at age twelve, when his parents were finally able to buy a Sony Handycam; during other spare moments, he began writing fiction, dreaming that he might someday be able to string enough words together to make a novel.

These interests influenced Matthew’s study of photography and writing in high school and led him in 2003 to Chapman University’s School of Film and Television (now Dodge College of Film and Media Arts) in Orange, California. There, he spent three semesters studying screenwriting, film production, and English before spending a final semester abroad at Victoria University in Wellington, New Zealand, where he studied popular media and art history.

In 2012, Matthew opened Epicality Books, LLC, an independent publishing and publishing services company. His current novel, The Breeders, is on sale now, and he is hard at work on his next book, The Confessions of Jonathan Flite, and its sequels.

The Poe Consequence - Where Horror and Street Fiction Collide! By Keith Steinbaum...

The Poe Consequence

                                                                         

Swat rubbed his face and flinched
at the surprising swelling circling
his right eye...his fingers seemed
to touch melted wax...he felt
disturbed by the gauze=like
fuzziness of his vision...
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By Keith Steinbaum

English: Edgar Allan Poe.
(Photo credit: Wikipedia

                                                                                    

Are you a fan of Edgar Allan Poe? Do you enjoy the dark, the macabre? Have you by chance read The Tell Tale Heart? A vid is provided if you'd like it as background. Even if you don't listen to it all, play a little and set the mood... For you are about to learn of a contemporary novel based upon his works... Can you get too involved with Poe? Some have and have learned of the

Consequences...

Read on only if you dare...

They were both there that night... 

All the Diablos were looking for was their enemies...it had been reported that The Lobos would be there. It was time for some payback... Tonight was the night. They saluted Apache and went searching...

Their enemy was worried about something far less than respect for a fallen one...They were out of beer! No money...guess they had to get it the usual way...just where would they go tonight...

In the cool, reflective silence, as the six other Diablos
surrounded the candle's meditative flame, Face turned
to contemplate the ultimate legacy to Apache's artistic
 gift...Carlos had come to represent victory over the
enemy,,,
...But Face sensed the possibility of another spirit. A
different  kind of warrior. An uncommon type of war.
~~~

It happened to be the same store that a certain professor was headed for... for a quick stop that would, unfortunately, end that night!

Warren and Kevin, twins, had bonded early and remained close, although not necessarily with the same interests.

Warren had loved the works of Poe 

Seizing the last can of Bud, King walked through the
darkness to the other side of the park...From his first day
in the gang, two things were made clear: You could die
any day, so every moment you're alive, live it as a Lobo.
And because you could die any day, if you wanted something
bad enough, do whatever the fuck it takes to get it.
Miguel "King" Ruiz had learned his lessons well, and
tonight he wanted to get drunk and party like a Lobo--
no matter what it took...
Either way, man or woman, somebody was gonna be his
bitch tonight.
~~~

and had carried that love and interest in literature into his professional decisions and became a professor. 

While in New Orleans, Warren planned to take advantage of the location and visit a psychic. Kevin enjoyed launching into his usual tirade about con artists. But nothing would dissuade Warren.

Although when he got back, he didn't want to share what he had been told...

In fact he had run out of her place before she had finished the last card in his Tarot spread... 

Can't say I blame him--she was telling him a lot of strange, eerie stuff!

Still, there was no reason for Warren to connect that fortune with stopping at a corner store that night. The Lobos were already there, getting ready to get that beer for the party to come. When the Diablos learned where they would be, they planned a drive-by...

But Warren and his son got in the middle and when one grabbed Warren's son, he ran to get him and was shot in the back. Face had yelled, trying to ensure nobody hit the boy, but they didn't realize that Warren also was an outsider...

Dean had long ago accepted the general populace's ignorance concerning most of the depressing bullshit that cops see every day. Dean just wanted to do whatever he could to keep the lid on the ever-simmering cauldron of violence, but he hadn't been doing a good job of it in recent weeks. There had been a total of seventeen reported deaths between the Lobos and Diablos over the last two and a half months and eight of them were diagnosed as heart failure. Eight massive heart attacks striking young men with no previous history of heart problems...
and why only to those two gangs...
~~~
  

It is amazing to realize that this is a first novel for Steinbaum... He brings the literary horror message from Poe, and in particular The Tell Tale heart, and adds it to Street Lit gang banger activities directly from the LA streets! No wonder the police have no idea how to deal with the deaths that began to happen...There was no physical evidence, no witnesses, no reason for death, at least until the autopsy showed what was inside each body.  Of course each of the eyes were affected as well.

Only when an enterprising police officer started a matrix connection was it clear that once a member of either of these two gangs killed somebody, then that individual would be killed the next day... Kevin who had worked on a set of gang-related articles was even brought in by the police, hoping he could add info from his early meetings...

There are a couple of paranormal issues thrown into that mix that really spices up the adventure for readers. Got to say I loved the concept, the story line and the implementation merge of today's world with the one present during Poe's time.  Whew! The Poe Consequence is scary, eloquent, weird, literary writing at its finest and a story worthy, in my opinion, of being a followup to Poe's classics!

GABixlerReviews

About the Author

As a professional lyricist, Keith Steinbaum has co-written songs that have been heard throughout the world. His poetry has been published in various anthologies, and he received an International Poet of Merit award from the International Society of Poets. This is his first novel.

Horror Novel, Crimson Falls by Joshua Grove Also Great Mystery Adventure...

"He took a small step forward. As he did, he heard something running through the shallow water behind him. He turned around too quickly, almost losing his footing. From the corner of his eye he saw a shape move past his body. A familiar emotion from his war days began to creep into Alan’s body. Fear. "Who in the hell can run that fast? he thought to himself. 
"Feeling lightheaded, he took a deep breath and nearly retched. The smell was more horrid than anything he had ever encountered...
"The creature abruptly jumped over him, to the top of the rock. Between the terror and the stench, Alan was finding it difficult to breathe. Frozen in fear, pain shot through his chest. He heard the sound of something scraping against the jagged corner of the rock. The sharp, hissing strokes reminded him of when he sharpened his machete. 
"If only I had that machete now! he thought desperately. The sound of raspy, heavy breathing filled the air. It sounded like a demonic chorus of predation. 
“Who are you? What are you?” Alan demanded. “What do you want with me?” Alan tried to sit up, but couldn’t muster the strength.
                                                                               ~~~

 “Damn,” Sam said as he put his hand over his mouth. Bugs scurried from underneath Alan’s head while others were crawling from the large wound on the back of his neck. Anna was speechless. 
“See this?” David asked Anna as he gestured toward the wound. 
“What the hell is that?” Anna asked. Protruding from Alan’s neck was a large, yellow object. 
“I’m not entirely sure,” David said as he studied it. “But I can’t remove it until we get him back to the morgue.” 
“Of course,” Anna said. 
“I can tell you one thing for sure,” David said as Anna stood up, folding her arms across her chest. She waited impatiently as he continued to look at the yellow ‘specimen.’ 
“And that would be?” she pushed. “He sure as hell didn’t fall on it.”

                                           ~~~

“Mom, you didn’t see what I saw. There’s no way that thing was human.” “You watch too many movies and read too many books, Trevor,” Tommy complained. “Vampires and werewolves aren’t real, dude. Get a grip.”
                                                                  ~~~

“I don’t understand, Michael,” Matthew said. “What do you mean?” 
“Alan Brickton is alive. And he was drinking my blood like a vampire.” Although Michael was having trouble talking clearly, his voice tired and broken, Matthew thought he seemed relatively lucid. But when he saw Michael’s neck and eye, he had a feeling that Michael had been hallucinating. Judging from the wounds on his neck and face, it made sense. He had lost a lot of blood.
                                                     ~~~

“I doubt it’s a vampire,” Trevor mused. “No, no, it’s definitely a werewolf.” They sat in silence for a moment. “Holy shit!” Trevor cried. 
“What? Jesus! What?”
 “Who do you think the werewolf could be? It’s always a human. We need to figure it out. Maybe we should look at the cameras.”
                                                                 ~~~
“Trevor, honey, where are you going?” Janet shouted after him. “Nowhere, of course,” he spat back. “I’m just standing outside, Janet. You don’t need to call the police.” 
"Pleased with his sarcasm, he went outside and walked to the side of the building. From the police station he could see the lights of the high school football stadium. He could hear the band playing the fight song in the stands, and the distant cheers of students, parents, and spectators. He longed to be normal again, but after his father dumped them, he felt like everyone stared at him. After tonight, seeing the werewolf, he knew he would never be accepted in this small town.
                                             ~~~

“You do that,” Anish said. They walked again in silence toward the morgue and the body of Alan Brickton.
“Anish?” Anna said as they passed through the entrance doors. “Yes, Anna?” “Do you have faith?” she asked, already knowing the answer. 
“I live by it,” he said. 
“Faith is overrated,” David said rudely. “So is the reign of science over thousands of years of wisdom and ancestral knowledge,” Anish quipped. 
“We’ll see which one comes out on top,” David teased. Both men laughed. 
“Faith is already victorious,” Anish said as if it were a widely accepted truth. “You just don’t know it yet. Now, take me to the body.” 
                                                         ~~~

Crimson Falls

By Joshua Grove

With the cover used on Crimson Falls, I expected a really "slasher" story, although I'm not crazy about those--so I was pleasantly surprised that this novel was more literary in nature, with a very good story line, a light look into demonology and not only a couple of professionals, but a couple of teenagers in on the hunt! The professionals were a Catholic Priest, a Protestant pastor and a Native American professor. The two teens were the Sheriff's son and his best friend...

And the Sheriff was a wonderful, sharp, gutsy female. Sheriff Anna Blackwood was an elected official but, still, at least one of her men felt he could do the job better and made sure everybody else knew that he would be running against her in the next election. She knew he'd never make it because of his personality... I agreed...LOL!

The last member of an old family in the town had been killed. When they found him, there was something strange sticking out from his neck. The ME sent it to the professor, knowing that he would immediately come to be involved.

Father McMillan and Pastor Adler had gotten approval from Anna to go into the deceased man's house. They were looking for something in particular. The Father found the entrance under a table in the large library. Soon both were crawling through a small door, only to come out in a small room with a totem!

http://www.redbubble.com/people/marracas/
works/5796615-bear-totem

What was this guy into?

Your job, should you choose to read this story is to go along with the "hunters" as they try to, first, determine what is killing people--for more individuals had been either killed or wounded--neck wounds of course...

So, your killer is somewhere on this review page... or at least somebody's rendition of the monster...

Those religions that have angels also many time have demons. Alan Brickton got into some deep research and started trying to get in contact! Some demons came and talked to him, but when this one came, he wasn't interested in talking...

Trevor and his friend were very much into the comic versions of all these monsters, so much so that when they went hunting, they knew exactly what weapons to take. But he stole them out of the Sheriff's arsenal! 

And immediately wondered why they had a supply of silver bulletins...

But it was the Professor Shaman who had the real magic...

Hey, this is an excellent novel! I thoroughly enjoyed the learning experience and was happy to see much more realistic approaches than say, The Exorcist...to horror. It kept me reading, but was not really scary--more suspenseful as readers as well as the hunters searched for their answer...

But, this is clearly going to have a sequel...'Cause a pair of eyes watched from the woods as they left the woods...

GABixlerReviews

Joshua Grove is a new author and is introducing his readers to original, quality fiction. Prior to becoming a successful writer, he was a professor of Sociology and Religion, holding graduate degrees in both fields.

Joshua's first novel, Crimson Falls, was released in the summer of 2012. Crimson Falls is the first installment in his series entitled "The Depravity Chronicles". It is a horror novel, filled with suspense, magic, and epic battles. The sequel, Welsh Road, is set to be released in August, 2013.

His third novel, Lucifer Rising, is the first tale in his trilogy entitled "The Lucifer Diaries". Lucifer Rising is a fantasy novel for any adult looking for a dark comedy and a different perspective of the devil. It is humorous, but is also filled with magic, vampires, werewolves, and just about any creature you can imagine. It is set to be released in the fall of 2013.

Joshua and his wife Rita live in Virginia on the eastern shore. He can be reached at joshuagrovewrites@gmail.com.