Read Beach Blanket Bloodbath (Amanda Feral Book 4) Online
Authors: Mark Henry
Velveteen
(as Daniel Marks)
Carniepunk
: The Sweeter the Juice (story)
Kiss Me Deadly
: Vermillion (story, as Daniel Marks)
Erotica
Stocking Full of Coal
(story, as Amanda Feral)
Balustrade
(forthcoming)
For
the longest time, I was certain Amanda Feral was dead and buried. Had things
worked out differently, her story might have ended in that coffee shop at the
end of BATTLE OF THE NETWORK ZOMBIES. But things have a funny way of surprising
you. When I decided to strike out in the world of indie publishing, I couldn’t
very well go with a stranger. I needed my anti-heroine, as much as the fans
missed her acid-tongued loyalty. So BEACH BLANKET BLOODBATH was born.
I
have the fans to thank for her resurrection. You never let me forget that she
was the cold dead bitch of my heart and so I dedicated this one to you guys
with my warmest thanks. The Glamazombies, my street team, have worked
tirelessly to see that this book made it to print, helping with crucial cover
design decisions and promotion.
But
there are a few that must be singled out.
First,
my wife, Caroline Henry, as always my first reader and biggest support. Her pen
is as dangerous as Amanda’s teeth. Todd Thomas, Kathryn Casterline and Caryl
Wilson for your brilliant catches on some pretty ridiculous errors.
Finally,
to Amanda Feral, herself, for coming back to me. It was a struggle. I created
her at a time where I felt like I couldn’t lose—I refused—and I’d
become downtrodden. It was hard for me to find her again. But having done so
changed me, gave me some much needed venom.
And
for that, I’m grateful.
Mark
Henry traded a career in the helping profession to scar minds with his fiction.
He attributes his ideas to premature exposure to horror movies, and/or
witnessing adult cocktail parties in the '70s. His development has been further
skewed by surviving earthquakes, typhoons, and two volcanic eruptions. Despite
being disaster prone, he somehow continues to live and breathe. Residing in the
oft maligned, yet not nearly as soggy as you'd think, Pacific Northwest, with
his wife and two furry monsters that think they're children.