So excited to have in my possession these sweet business cards made by the ever-talented Rebecca Caridad! It encompasses everything I envisioned, right down to the cherry on top!
In the midst of all my posts about delicious, baked goods, there comes a time when I must post about something or rather, someone, who shares my love of dark tales. For as much as I long for chocolate sweetness or creamy peanut butter or more readily, a sharp burst of mint, there are stories to be told that don't lie so sweetly on your tongue. Tales of obsession, of darkness, of things that most of us do not speak of. I am so excited to introduce Richard Godwin, whose new works will grab your heart and give it a good ol' squeeze.
Richard Godwin is the critically acclaimed author of Apostle Rising, Mr. Glamour, One Lost Summer, Noir City, Meaningful Conversations, Confessions Of A Hit Man, Paranoia And The Destiny Programme, Wrong Crowd, Savage Highway, The Pure And The Hated, Disembodied, Buffalo And Sour Mash and Locked In Cages. His stories have been published in numerous paying magazines and over 34 anthologies, among them an anthology of his stories, Piquant: Tales Of The Mustard Man, and The Mammoth Book Of Best British Crime and The Mammoth Book Of Best British Mystery, alongside Lee Child. He was born in London and lectured in English and American literature at the University of London. You can find out more about him at his website www.richardgodwin.net , where you can read a full list of his works, and where you can also read his Chin Wags At The Slaughterhouse, his highly popular and unusual interviews with other authors.
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“No, but he still thinks I’m a seventeen-year-old cheerleader,” Jon cackled into his cell phone.
“What a moron,” Vinnie laughed over the line. “What girl would ever go for a redneck?”
Jon scrolled through Brianna Fords’ profile. Her list of friends had grown considerably since last week after he decided to change her profile picture. It was amazing what a bit of cleavage could do. He couldn’t believe how gullible people were. A girl like her? Seventeen, blonde hair, big blue eyes, gymnastics star and head cheerleader and she was single?
Not a chance.
But he’d made her that way. Brianna Fords was a girl of his own creation and he was going to fool all these bastards, just like he’d been fooled all those months ago.
“Well, she’s pretty freaking popular, I’ll tell you that,” he said now. “You should see all the guys that messaged her.”
“Yeah, the gamers, the losers and the creeps.”
“Once I post my dick pic, they’ll get it.”
“And sometimes not even then.”
Jon chuckled. “Desperation abound, my friend, especially with Valentine’s Day right around the corner. I think I would pay to see the looks on their faces when they find out she’s not even real.”
“Oh, hang on, man. Incoming messages from the redneck.”
Jon clicked on them then went very still. “Oh shit,” he hissed.
“What?” Vinnie said. “Dude, what did he say?”
“He just sent me a picture.”
“Did he send you a dick pic?” Vinnie guffawed.
“No. I mean, yes, he sent me a picture but it’s not…it’s not of his dick.”
Vinnie scoffed in impatience. “Well, what is it?”
“The front of my house.”
“What? Wait, he’s there? Jon---”
The doorbell rang.