Wednesday, December 28, 2011

A Review of My Novel The House of Balestrom


Genre: Murder mystery 
Author: William Butler 

Warning! Reading this novel may cause anyone belonging to the 99% to have a very low opinion 
of the super rich 1%. This murder mystery has all the elements of a gothic who done it: a mansion on an island and a host of characters who might be guilty of multiple crimes. but are certainly guilty of making other’s lives miserable, and reminds me a bit of an Agatha Christie story, but without a Miss Marple. To get to the quick of it, the story begins when a school teacher, Sara, and her school teacher husband, David, are asked to attend a funeral on a private island by her sister, Susan, whose husband Victor, died as a result of a boating accident or was murdered. Susan is presumed guilty of murdering her husband by most of Balestrom family and Sara begins to doubt the innocence of her sister she tries to defend as evidence mounts that her sister has lied and keep secrets from her for years. Just for starters, the recently widowed Susan never let her sister Sara know she was married until asking her to come to the funeral and this wasn’t the first time she has become a widow. Twice before she was married to rich men and twice before her husbands died under mysterious circumstances! 
The plot line follows many twists and turns, woven with numerous lies and deceptions, plus the possibility of ghosts on the prowl, who might be guilty of some murders of their own! Innocence in this story proves to be a relative idea in the face of money and its power to corrupt even love. The Balestrom family does seem cursed but the curse might be no more than the result of the lies they tell to protect the family name and fortune. You be the judge. 

William Butler, born in Morehead City, NC, has written several novels and short stories. He moved around a lot as a child, living in various places until his family settled back in NC, where he now lives. He runs the blog Bang Noir and writes articles for 
Highly Recommended, especially for those who love trying to sort truth from lies and discover who is guilty of what. Reviewer: Peter Klein Allbooks Reviews. 

Available at: Amazon and Barnes & Noble. 
Author: William Butler Publisher: 
CreateSpace (August 31, 2011) 
ISBN: 10: 1456523457 
ISBN-13: 978-1456523459 
Price: $16.00 paperback 
Price:$0.99 Kindle 

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Three Movies I Am Looking Forward To Seeing

3 Movies I am looking forward to and be looking for reviews!!

In New York City, Brandon's carefully cultivated private life -- which allows him to indulge his sexual addiction -- is disrupted when his sister Cissy arrives unannounced for an indefinite stay.

A two-tiered romantic drama focusing on the affair between King Edward VIII and American divorcée Wallis Simpson and a contemporary romance between a married woman and a Russian security guard.

Journalist Mikael Blomkvist (Craig) is aided in his search for a woman who has been missing for forty years by Lisbeth Salander (Mara), a young computer hacker.

C.C.COLE: THE COLE CUT VIII: IT BEGAN WITH A "BANG": Author William Butler In my very early author/blogger days, I got discouraged from seeking out potential reviewers, and getting so...

I like this blog post from Writer-mate C.C. Cole. Check it out. She writes some great stuff.


Friday, December 2, 2011

Bang vs Hudson Taylor

I support Hudson Taylor in his work at teaching tolerance and open mindedness. Thank you sir for being a great guy!

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Smoking Gun

With the release of my third novel TIME OF THE SEASON just over the horizon. I thought I would share with you what I have going on for the new year. With a new year there are new beginnings. New challenges. I want to challenge myself in my writing. I plan on taking my writing to the next level and write entertaining...twisted stories for all of you. And what a better way to start off the new year than with the sequel to my first novel BANG, entitled SMOKING GUN.
Though Smoking Gun is in its early stages, it will be out in 2012. Along with the sequel to THE HOUSE OF BALESTROM. I have a lot going on and a lot of great surprises with what I am preparing for you. I am writing three big books for next year. They are Smoking Gun, Return to The House of Balestrom and a book that spins off from the Balestrom family called In The Garden of Crows. So I am working overtime to get these out to you. If you have not read my first two books BANG or The House of Balestrom you can find them anywhere. Paperbacks are 16.00 and ebook format on all ereaders is $0.99. 

As an early present from me to you I give you Smoking Gun's cover and book trailer. 



Sunday, November 27, 2011

Bang vs. Steve Balderson

I would like to introduce again my second interview with Director Steve Balderson.I was looking over his resume as I pieced together this interview and I have to say I feel like I have gone on an extraordinary journey. I feel like I walked through different lives as I watched the trailers for his movies. All truly a work of art and extraordinary film making. Please welcome Steve Balderson to Bang Noir...Please check out his movies and if you haven't seen a Balderson film yet, then what are you waiting for...

In a review of Steve’s fifth feature film THE CASSEROLE CLUB, critic MJ Simpson in England writes the film is: “Magnificent, another tour-de-force by the best kept secret in American cinema.” 
THE CASSEROLE CLUB stars Susan Traylor, Daniela Sea, and former Backstreet Boy Kevin Richardson in his film debut. The film premiered in New York City at Visionfest`11 in June collecting 9 Independent Vision Award nominations and winning 5: Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor for Kevin Richardson, Best Actress for Susan Traylor, and Best Production Design. 
Steve’s fourth feature was STUCK! (which starred Karen Black, Susan Traylor, Jane Wiedlin, and Mink Stole). The film premiered in October, 2009, at the Raindance Film Festival in London. It then screened as an official selection at Skeive Filmer in Norway, the Seattle LGBT Film Festival, the Southwest LGBT Film Festival, Reeling – Chicago’s LGBT Film Festival, and others. In March, STUCK! screened at the Boston Underground Film Festival where Mink Stole was honored with a Lifetime Achievement Award.
Balderson’s third feature film, WATCH OUT, was highly praised by critics as “One of the great cult films of all time.” WATCH OUT also premiered at Raindance to sold-out crowds, where it was nominated for Best International Feature. 
Film Threat writes, Balderson “makes movies that are so gorgeous that it's not unreasonable to say that, cinematographically at least; he's the equal of an Argento or Kubrick in their prime. Some people have perfect vocal pitch, Steve has perfect visual composition.” 
WATCH OUT was released theatrically in 2008 to sold-out audiences in the roadshow “Stop Turning Me On” world tour. It was released on DVD in October 2008, where it debuted at #24 on’s Top 100. 
Roger Ebert gave Balderson's second film, the surrealist crime drama FIRECRACKER (starring Karen Black and Mike Patton) a special jury award on his list of 2005's Best Films. The breathtaking imagery in FIRECRACKER pushed through the limits of cinema, establishing Balderson as one of today’s finest visual storytellers. 
Balderson’s other work includes the critically-acclaimed PHONE SEX (featuring Margaret Cho, Ron Jeremy, Penn Jillette and Lloyd Kaufman), PEP SQUAD (the satire that predicted American school violence), UNDERBELLY (a year in the life of dancer Princess Farhana) and the award-winning WAMEGO documentary series about DIY Filmmaking. If you are unfamiliar with Balderson's movies, you can rent or purchase them almost anywhere in the world. 
Steve is also the subject of a book by author Joe Schaefer. In it, the author writes, “Having a dream and actually sitting down and hashing out how one will achieve it are two different things. Steve Balderson longed to be a filmmaker, so he made it happen. This writer/director/producer just may be the personification of the new American dream.” More information about Steve Balderson can be found on his website or by searching his name on the internet. 

Awards for Steve Balderson 
* 2011 Visionfest - Winner Best Director Independent Vision Awards (The Casserole Club) 
* 2011 Visionfest - Winner Best Picture Independent Vision Awards (The Casserole Club) 
* 2011 Visionfest - Winner Production Design Independent Vision Awards (The Casserole Club) 
* 2011 Visionfest - Nominee The Abe Schrager Award for Cinematography (The Casserole Club) 
* 2008 Raindance Film Festival - Nominee Best International Feature (Watch Out) 
* 2005 Visionfest - Winner Domani Vision Award (Firecracker) 
* 2005 Visionfest - Winner Best Film (Firecracker) 
* 2005 Visionfest - Winner Best Cinematography (Firecracker) 
* 2005 Fantasporto - Nomination Best Film (Firecracker) 
* 2004 Raindance Film Festival - Jury Prize Nomination Best Film (Firecracker) 
* 2004 Fox Film Festival - Winner Best Film (Wamego: Making Movies Anywhere) 
* 2004 KAN Film Festival - Winner Independent Filmmaker Award (Wamego) 
* 2000 B-Movie Film Festival - Winner Killer-B Award Best Screenplay (Pep Squad) 
* 2000 B-Movie Film Festival - Nomination Killer-B Best Director (Pep Squad) 
* 2000 B-Movie Film Festival - Nomination Killer-B Best Picture (Pep Squad) 
* 2000 B-Movie Film Festival - Nomination Killer-B Best Cinematography (Pep Squad) 
* 2000 B-Movie Film Festival - Nomination Killer-B Best Editing (Pep Squad) 
* 2000 B-Movie Film Festival - Nomination Killer-B Best Set Design (Pep Squad) 
* 1999 Great Plains Film Festival - Best Film Nomination (Pep Squad) 
* 1999 Fantasporto - Nomination Best Film (Pep Squad) 
* 1998 Cannes Film Festival - World Premiere Marché du Film (Pep Squad)


WB: Congrats on your shoot for you new movie Culture Shock! I hope everything went well? Can you tell me about the movie?

SB: Culture Shock is about 4 American college grads going abroad for the first time, and getting caught up in an international crime ring.

WB: This is the second film Anthony Pedone has worked on with you. Can you tell me your experience with him? How did you meet?

SB: Anthony and I met after he directed his feature The Why. I gave him advice on marketing and getting it out there. I asked him to then document the making of Casserole Club, and we got along so well, I invited him to come to London to be an assistant cinematographer on Culture Shock. He's an incredibly hard worker, and we get along really well.

WB: I also need to congratulate you on The Casserole Club! I know it showed at Raindance and that is great. Did you think The Casserole Club was going to be as big as it is?

SB: yes. Lol

WB: How did you cast for the film Culture Shock? From my understanding you filmed it in Europe. What was that like?

SB: I cast carefully, just like I do any movie. It's important to me that people all fit the mold, so that at the end of the day we can come together over a meal and enjoy being around each other. There are over 50 actors in Culture Shock, most based in Europe. So Skype was essential throughout the casting an pre-production phase.

WB: Do you have any new projects in the works?

SB: yes, there are two films on the slate and I'm keeping them top secret.

WB: What influences you as a director?

SB: art, travel, and exploring different cultures influence me the most

WB: Do you generally write all your scripts or do you pick them out?

SB: I have written my own movies as well as teamed up with screenwriter Frankie Krainz.

WB: You have (to me and I'm sure with countless others) reinvented the way of making movies. I think it is catching on. How does that make you feel?

SB: hopeful. If more people made movies the way I do, there would be a lot more happiness and less stress out in the world.

WB: Would you call yourself a visionary? Why?

SB: sure. Anyone can be a visionary if they want to be. But it's hard to think differently for a lot of people, so many never get there emotionally. It's much easier to go with the flow and do what everyone else is expecting of you.

WB: If you could change something about the movie industry what would it be?

SB: taking some tips from what happened to the music industry.

WB: Where do you see movie making going? The way studios are making them with large budgets. This is the direction if this question. If you could elaborate a general idea about big budget films compared to smaller budget films that would be great.

SB: there's always a place for gargantuan blockbusters. But when I hear that a film is postponed because they can't figure out how to make it for less than 200million dollars, I laugh out loud.

Once again I would like to thank Mr. Balderson for the interview. I can't wait for his new movie CULTURE SHOCK to come out. I will be posting a review of Casserole Club and Culture Shock so be looking for them as well. Please feel free to leave any comments or questions for Steve. I will make sure he gets them and answers them for you. 


Monday, November 14, 2011

Bang vs Madonna

 This is such a fucking hot video!! Madonna has so much fucking energy!! You got to L-U-V Madonna...

I love this woman so fucking much!!!

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The Bang Diaries #1


It was 2:30 am in September 2005 and I had just finished writing a few paragraphs to a story that had been haunting my brain for quite some time. I say that and you might think it sounds crazy. But being a writer these images become stories. It's a scene playing in your head like a television show or even a movie. It makes no sense at first but as soon as you grow on the scene it becomes a bigger story. I have these visions often and I can't seem to shake them sometimes. I admit that they are not usually nice visions, but never the less they are what they are. I know that I will obsess about the images until I write out what I see. It's a tragic affliction...something that has plagued me since childhood, which I am sure made me come off as a strange person. But these scenes sometimes don't even become anything more than what it is--a scene. Sometime later on it may develop into a novel, but it may come out as a short story.
I look back at my short stories and see some scenes in my novels I have out now. They meshed together and formed a larger story. I may have even wrote a line or a thought and it made its way into something bigger. Crazy how that works.
But back to September 2005. I remember how my room at the time was laid out. My room wasn't but so big. The bed was against the wall when you entered the room. Ah, the memories of that room. I use to let friends use my room as their play area. They would bring their girlfriends or boyfriends over and I would let them fuck in my bed. I didn't care. It was just a thing and hell it offered them a place to go instead of getting caught by a cop or parent. The secrets I could tell you about some of the people who have passed through my room. My computer monitor was on a crate next to the bed. I would sit on the floor with the keyboard in my lap as I pounded out scenes that came to me. I just had to get them out of my head or they would consume me. I would become extremely anxious and fidget until I wrote it out.
When I say I am writing...I'm not fucking around. I'm writing--constantly.
As I typed these few paragraphs in the cool early morning hours, I realized that the scene I was writing was disturbing. It was of a woman with two children. She was washing dishes in the kitchen. The family had just finished dinner and her thoughts would wonder to her husband, who seemed to have been acting strange that night when he came home. He barely ate his meal. He even got up from the table early only to watch television and drink beer. She knew he was doing other things as well. He was snorting coke. A habit they picked up in their early years as a couple. They use to party real hard then, but she had stopped when she became pregnant with their first child. She also had begged him to stop. And he did--for a short time.
As the scene unfolded the wife had just put the last dish away with the help of their little girl, who was the second child. She was now four while their son was five. At that moment when the last dish was being placed away a loud popping noise came from the living room. She rushes from the kitchen and screams as she sees that her husband had shot himself in the face.But he wasn't dead. No he was very much alive and making a bloody mess in the living room.
That scene ran over and over in my head for about a few weeks before I finally wrote it down. It haunted me. It made me angry and sad and worried. Why was it so strong? Hold gets creepier.
After that final scene had been written my cell rang. It was a friend of mine who worked EMS.
"I need you to bring me a change of clothes." There was panic in his voice. But more like a pissed off panic--like I can't believe this is happening to me.
"Ok, is eveything okay?"
"I can't get into it, but it's just a huge mess. Also bring me a trash bag. You are going to need it for my old clothes." There was a pause as he sighed. "They have blood all over them."
With that I rushed to him with a fresh pair of clothes to the hospital. The drive at that time was surreal. Like a dream. Everything seemed to be quiet and yet animated as I drove the distance to get to the hospital. My thoughts reeling with possibilities of what happened. I also didn't want to find out that someone I knew had been hurt. For me it was hard to keep friends. They seemed to disappear or worse. Once I arrived at the hospital I didn't see my friend for quite sometime, but I saw everyone else. Most of them gathered at the gazebo and smoked. When they saw me they shook their heads and some of them couldn't help but laugh. You know it's their way to cope with the situation. When bad shit happens to deal with it. Some people laugh and others let it destroy them.
"Are those for--?"
"Yea, what happened?"
"It was fucked up, that's what happened," --took the clothes and trash bag from me and carried them to --. I looked at the others who sat quietly in the gazebo smoking and shaking.
"Is someone going to tell me something? Did -- get hurt?"
"Nah...nah...nothing like that. Just this guy shot himself today and made a mess in the ambulance." I glanced over to the truck and saw one of -- fellow workers spraying it out with a water hose. Come to find out that no sooner than I wrote that grisly happened. Not exactly how I saw it but it happened. After seeing -- and checking with him if I was needed for anything else. I left. But the truth echoed in my head about that man. He shot himself. He destroyed his face. He didn't die, but he wanted to. The nurses talked about how they couldn't figure out home to intubate him. He had no cheeks anymore. Just a hole where his face use to be. The Doctor had came in and wrapped his face--hole--with lots of gauze to hold the tube in place, so they could figure out what to do next. None of them have ever dealt with this before. Of course, I want to add that I was listening in on most of the conversations about this case. They forgot I was in the room.
But anyways, I rushed home and sat down at the computer. It was now 4:00am and I knew what I wanted to say. I knew I had a beginning to something.
I gave the characters names--the wife became Shelley and the husband became Tim Jones. They met when they were young. Tim had a best friend named Frank. Frank and Shelley had started an affair. And Bang came into the light. But Bang wasn't the first title I had for Tim's story. Bang was originally called "Ugly Fucker". Nice huh?
I'm going to share with you the beginning of the new story. I don't have the original beginning of Bang with the children, but I do have the new one before the final version. I will share both.

           "At three thirty in the morning, Tim Jones took a single barrel shot gun, placed it under his chin and pulled the trigger, blowing his face off. He sat there drinking a forty and smoking his cigarettes waiting for his wife to come home so they could talk. He did a few lines of cocaine, which he snorted off a white bible that lay on the side table next to his red worn hair. It had only been a few days since he caught Shelly and Frank, his best friend, fucking in their bed. Now poor pathetic Tim sat in his old red worn chair with his face all over the ceiling. His eyes burning from the gun shot. Teeth scattered up mutilated flesh and his tongue hanging where his chin should be. He could only gasp for air, but not utter a single word. His lips and identity were gone forever. There was a scream from somewhere in the room. Tim screamed back, but his was more of a gargle and a moan. He heard frantic rustling from in the kitchen. The next thing he knew, the paramedics were rushing in through the door."


"She took her time pulling up to the house. Shelley drove around the block about five times before actually pulling into the driveway. She sat in the car as if her legs would not let her move. She did not want to face him, not now not ever. There was no way they could actually save their marriage. To her it ended a year ago and Tim just wanted to hang on. His anger drove her mad and into his best friend’s bed. The sex with Frank was new and refreshing. He gave her something she needed to get through the last year of what she called hell, hell being no exaggeration of the word. 
Every day Shelley would come home to something new. The house tore up with a new hole in the wall and Tim drunk in his boxers waiting for her to come home. He would accuse her of false things and then force himself on her. For a while, she would give in and let Tim have his way, but a time came when she would not let him do what he wanted with her. That was when he started to hit her. Shelley received a fractured wrist, a black eye and bloody nose from Tim’s rages. She learned not to do certain things around him. She would come home late hoping that he was passed out from drinking, so she would not have to deal with him. There were days it worked and then days it did not. 
Frank was such a sleaze, but so attractive. Frank only needed to smile at her and that was enough to make her blood warm. The day she and Frank had sex was on a Tuesday. It was sunny outside and warm. Frank came over to pick up something he left. She was not even expecting him when she answered the door. He smiled at her with his white teeth. Shelley smiled back looking down as if she was shy. 
“Well are you going to invite me in,” he asked. His blue eyes looking her over like he always did. Shelley moved out of the way so Frank could walk into the house. He was wearing a black wife beater and worker jeans and tan boots for the construction site he worked at. She looked at his strong arms and ass as he walked by. She felt something stir inside her chest. 
“Why are you here,” she asked. 
Frank turned to her smiling. 
“I came to see you,” he said and she felt as though she could pass out from this. What was it that he did to her? Frank laughed at her expression because she looked scared. Shelley blushed and moved toward the kitchen. 
“Did you want something to drink it’s hot outside,” she said, stopping at the table to pour him a glass of water. 
Frank walked up to her, stopping close to her. Shelley could feel the heat off his body, which made her sweat a little. His smell was intoxicating. His eyes focused on her as he reached around her for his work gloves that he left on the table. His hand moved around her caressing her thigh and then her belly. Her back was to him. She could feel him press up against her. She took his hands into hers pulling them up to her mouth to kiss them. He pressed himself hard against her, one hand moving to her breast the other between her legs. 
“Do you feel something you like,” he said. She bent backwards to kiss his mouth. She felt his scruffy face against hers and his tongue in her mouth. She heard the jingle of his belt being undone as he opened his pants. He did everything and everything was heated. Frank pulled up her dress, placing himself inside her. They were like animals as he had sex with her against the table. They kissed, bit and pawed at each other. Shelley reached out to grab his ass to push him deeper into her. For the first time Shelley actually had an orgasm, which made her shake and cry after they finished. He held her for a while and then pulled out. Frank got himself together grabbing his gloves. He started for the door. Shelley turned around to look at him as he smiled at her, nodded, and closed the door. 
That was the first time they ever did anything. She could not get enough. Four months later, Tim decided to come home early from work only to find Frank and her together in the bedroom climaxing. Tim just stood there looking at Frank on top of his wife. Tim’s body was frozen from disbelief, as Frank finished and then pulled out to get up. Frank stood naked in front of Tim as he lit a cigarette. He put on his boxers and pants. Shelley was curled up in the sheets afraid of what was going to happen. It was almost humiliating to be found out, yet liberating at the same time. However, this was not how she wanted to end things with Tim. Shelley watched as Frank just got up grabbed his shirt and walk past Tim, without Tim doing a thing. She could even see the smirk Frank gave Tim as he walked past him. Tim looked angry now, yet did nothing. Shelley took advantage of the situation. She got dressed, grabbing a few things. Tim walked over to the bed sitting on the edge placing his face in his hands. 
“Where are you going,” he said in an eerie calm voice. Shelley walked to the door of the room looking back at him from the corner of her eye. 
“I’m going to stay at a motel. I will call you,” she said, walking out grabbing her keys. Before Shelley’s hand touched the front door to leave, a loud crashing sound came from the bedroom. She opened the door fast, running out to her car. Shelley drove off as Tim walked out of the house with his shotgun. The last thing she heard as she sped away was the loud bang the gun made as he shot it up in the sky or at her for all she knew. 
Now a month later Tim is trying to get her back. She could not stand living in the motel any longer. She was ready to return home, but not with Tim living there. She actually enjoyed her freedom. Though she wished, Frank was with her. He never came back after that. She would leave him messages on his cell but he would never return her call. Therefore, Shelley decided that she would come to the house and listen to what Tim had to say. 
Still sitting in the car Shelley looked down at her feet. She tried to make them move so she could get this done with. Now even her hand would not move to the door handle. She lowered the window lighting a cigarette. She stared out the driver’s side window away from the house. She just looked at the neighbor’s yard. Her hand shook a little from being nervous. Her face looked worried, and then as if the past came, back to haunt her there was a loud bang that came from inside the house. 
Startled, Shelley froze for a moment and then quickly got out of the car. She went to the front door unlocking it. She started to cry, but she held back as hard as she could, because of the thought of what was going to be on the other side of the door was overbearing. She pushed on the door but it stopped because it was on the chain. She paused for a moment trying to look into the room. All she saw were Tim’s legs on the floor."

And so BANG was born out of blood and tragedy. But it was only the beginning. Sometimes when writing a story it may not always have a positive beginning, but you have to start somewhere...even if it means to try and kill off your main character.

***Thank you for reading the Beginning of BANG. More BANG DIARIES to come. While I sit and write the sequel to BANG I will be sharing a few stories about the background of this novel and how it has evolved into the book it is today. How it will change how you see things and experience reading. BANG is a #noir #suspense novel. The plot is twisted and disturbing. It is ultimately about relationships--husband/wife, sibling, mother/child, lovers. It is also about morals. Can you find the moral values of the characters in BANG? Look deep--their morals seep through briefly. But then again in today's society morals are played out by our own views--not by the maker of the moral. Anyways thank you and please leave any comment or question. I would love to answer them.


Bang Noir: Eurythmics - I Need A Man

I just couldn't help myself with this video. I love Annie Lennox. She's such an innovator in music and life. Get it Gurl!!

she looks like a drag queen. I love her!

My love and heart goes out to this amazing star!! XOXO Bitch.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Children of Discord: Second Book of The Gastar Series By C.C. Cole A Book Review By William Butler

I'm C.C.Cole, award-winning medieval dark fantasy author of the Gastar Series. The series of four novellas, when completed, follow teen assassin Shevata as she journeys through the history of her home city of Gastar to seek redemption for her past actions and to re-gain her soul.
The first novella, "Act of Redemption" was published in 2009. Shevata makes a mistake by killing a group of evil priests without a death order. Two centuries later, she is released from imprisonment, realizing her soul was removed. Along with a trio of soldiers from the past, they defend the remnants of Shepeople remaining in the fallen city of Gastar from the evil demon lord Zermon.
The second novella, "Children of Discord" was published in 2011. Shevata searches for the evil treacherous boy Goldeon, who assisted the enemy in the fall of Gastar. She is summoned back to Gastar by a group of unlikely allies. The growing city has forgotten much of the city's dark history, and the clash of the two dangerous children place the unknowing people of the city in danger. Shevata takes her first steps to re-claim her humanity at the book's dramatic end.
The lead character Shevata won an action heroine poll on Goodreads, "Act of Redemption" has been listed as #1 on Goodreads' Best Independent Novel, and "Children of Discord" won an NABE pinnacle award for fiction in 2011.
Mississippi is my home, I live a suburban life with my family. Schooled in the medical field, along with writing, other interests include martial arts, adopted greyhounds, medieval and 20th century history.




C.C. Cole does it again in this huge sequel to Act of Redemption. She has given us a story about good and evil. Death and rebirth. Right and wrong. Revenge. With a battle of wits by two ancient children. C.C. Cole pulls you into Shevata's world, her past, all the way up to the events that happened in the first book. All the while she tells the story of Goldeon's past with Shevata. All this and more until you reach the last page. A book I was unable to put down and kept thinking about if I did. The ending, which I will not spoil was amazing! A cliffhanger at that.


Shevata is back! And this time she's taking on the boy Goldeon. Beware her wrath! Goldeon, named after the color of his hair, had taken over a new form of demon--the vampire. He takes over the vampires in order to perform raids on the Great City of Gastar. A new city, which has risen up from the ashes of Zermon's Hell. As you might recall in the first book Zermon was trying to create Hell on Earth, but Shevata prevented that from happening.
In Children of Discord, the vampires, out of desperation, summon Shevata from Hell. They need her help to fight against Goldeon, but it only seems to have caused them more harm. Shevata doesn't really care about blood-drinkers. And after a intense fight scene as Shevata manifests into the material world, she spares one vampire, Simon. She spares him to help her in the fight against the boy Goldeon.
Armed with a double sword attached at the hilt (Two swords are better than one and she definitely knows how to handle the sword with slashing ease). What I liked most about this book was the use of a Cloak and Dagger approach to the story. Shevata maneuvers her way around Gastar with invisible ease. She manipulates the players to reach an end to the means...I might add not for selfish reasons, but to help out the future of Gastar. Though she also wants to catch Goldeon, who seemed to have rooted himself into the royal family of Gastar through Changeling means.


I recommend this book to anyone who loves dark fantasy novels. I give it five stars!! But with any sequel you have to read the first one before the second book and the second book before the third one! The third book to Gastar I hope will be out soon. I'm biting my nails and tapping my foot while I wait.



Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Bang Bang

Bang Noir's Birthday Is Coming Up!!

In Honor of Bang Noir's first birthday, I will be giving away 3 Bang Noir T-shirts. Please leave a comment at the bottom of this post and tell Bang Noir Happy Birthday! Also leave your email address and size...Oy! This is going to be fun.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Cover and Excerpt for My Third Novel TIME OF THE SEASON

A Plot to steal 10 million dollars. A man down on his luck. A woman with a plan. A lethal affair that could only end badly.
Ben Lyons is down on his luck, but his luck changes when he meets Lauren Tinsdale, the wife of loan shark and former boxer Freddy "The Beef" Tinsdale. Seduced by Lauren, Ben finds himself caught up in her plan to steal a large sum of money and then skip town. But is that all Lauren wants from Ben? Or does she have another that involves taking her husbands life?


The first hit came from his left making a hard contact to his face. Unexpected of course. Ben’s head turned as blood splattered from his mouth. Then the next fist came at him from the front and made contact with his stomach. Ben coughed and spit. He held his stomach and went down into the fetal position on the pavement. The gutter. That’s where he’s at. Gina had always said he would be found in the gutter dead one day and she was right. Well Partly. Ben wasn’t dead. Not yet. Not by these rejects. They started to kick him and even one of them took the time between kicks to land a few hard punches into his side, back, face and arms. Ben just laid there and took it. He was like a possum laying in wait for the bigger animals to leave so he could run back to safety. 

“Three against one,” he said earlier. “Come on guys that’s not even a fair fight.” 

“Fuck you bitch. You owe us money and since you can’t pay right now we will have to give you a taste of what’s to come,” the skinnier of the three men said, smirking as he cracked his knuckles. He had one huge ruby ring on his left hand that he also adjusted. “We don’t really like to leave you with any surprises.” 

“How kind of you,” Ben said. He tried to move between the three men, but they had him cornered. That’s when the one on his left threw the first punch. The men laughed at him as he just lay on the pavement taking the hits. 

“Fucking pussy,” one of them said. Ben hated it when they called him that. He was no fucking pussy. He was one of the best boxers in his high school class. He also played football. He was good at that too. There wasn’t a sport that Ben Lyons wasn’t good at. But he just lay there as the three guys pounded away at him. Why just lay there if he could take them? It was because Ben was no dummy. He was a smart man. He let them beat on him so they would give up and leave him alone. He should have never left the apartment this morning. 

Gina was still asleep when he got up and dressed. He wanted to play the card game he had heard about from Bob the night before. Bob being the one man Ben could trust. Bob being the one man who took care of Ben when his mother left him alone with his father. She ran off with another woman. How crazy was that. Ben didn’t think he would have even lived it down. His mother a fucking dyke. He was teased on a regular basis over it. Maybe that was why he took to sports—to prove he was no pussy—pansy. 

He knew Gina was going to be mad with him—even hate him after leaving her in bed alone so he could go play a game of cards. He could have just stayed home and made love to her, but the cards were calling his name. He could hear them as he tossed and turned in the bed and even when Gina slipped his cock into her and rode him like a bull, he could only think about the card game. How it would have felt to win the pot. How it felt to be inside her as she pushed against him and in his mind he won both pots. But he still left her in the bed asleep. 

The three men stopped beating on him. 

“Pathetic,” the taller one said with the scar across his eye. “I thought you would at least put up a fight.” 

“Sorry to disappoint you,” Ben mumbled from the pavement. He was furious though. Letting them beat on him like a sack of potatoes. That’s how he learned to train for boxing. His trainer wanted him to be better than all the other high school kids so he had him punch a sack of potatoes everyday for practice. Ben wanted to jump up and start pounding into them. He knew he could do it. He knew that they were tired from beating on him. It would take nothing to beat them to the ground, but he held back. It was something else he needed to control. His anger. It wasn’t worth going to jail over. Besides these guys were nothing to him. So what if he lost. So what if he owed them money. Who doesn’t he owe money to? 

“Listen up pussy,” the short one said. “We will be looking for our money in another week so be prepared for another beating if you can’t pay up.” 

“Sure thing, haus,” Ben said not looking at any of them. He wanted them to think he was a pussy. The men walked away laughing. It was going to be a long day for them and they had all day to talk about Ben to all their friends. At least he made someone happy today. Ben pulled himself up onto his feet. He propped himself against the brick wall of the building he cowered next to, with one hand as he wiped at his nose with his other. He pressed one finger against his nostril and blew from his nose. Dark red shot from his nose leaving blood on the pavement. He then did the other side. He coughed a little from blowing the blood from his nose as he pulled himself together. He needed to get back home before Gina woke up. Later on tonight, he would go pay Bob a visit. Bob the man who got him a stripper for his birthday so he could lose his virginity. Man Bob was going to pay. 

Ben walked from out of the alley he was standing in and onto the sidewalks. It was as if the world started up around him. Everything loud and busy. He could hear the older Italian ladies bitching at the men for walking on their clean floors and that they had no fucking manners. What’s up with the world today. No one gave a fuck about other people’s shit. Ben laughed as she popped the grown man, who was obviously her son, across the head with her hand. She called him a name in Italian, which Ben translated as her calling him a dumb ass. The grown man looked upset and he seemed like he would cry. Ben tried not to stare, but it was too entertaining. He wiped at his nose again, looking at the blood that stained his fingers and without warning, he stepped right into her. 

Oh, she was nice. He first saw her shoes. Black stiletto heels. Her feet fit perfect in them. His eyes moved from her shoes to her legs. She wore no hose, they were bare and beautiful. There was a shine that came off her skin that kept his eyes on them. He moved to her waist, where her thin tan belt caught his eye. The belt had specks of what looked like gold thread through the stitching. She wore a tight white mini-skirt and a pink floral blouse, which was loose on her. He could see her breast cradled in a black bra. He finally settled onto her face. His face. Ben cocked his head to the left as he looked at his reflection in her sunglasses. 

“I look fucked up,” he mumbled. She smiled at him and removed her sunglasses. Her eyes glared at him with intensity. They were a brownish green color—today more green than brown. He didn’t know her, but he wish he did. She stood tall with her black hair pulled behind her shoulders. Her skin was tanned and she looked like a lioness as she stood over his slouching posture. Ben felt small to her. Only if he was in better form he would be able to meet her eye to eye. 

“Excuse me,” she said. Her voice was like music to his ears. 

“I…” Ben started to say, but someone pushed him back. Ben narrowed his gaze at a tall beefy man. He was six feet eight inches tall and wore a black t-shirt with BEEF written in the right corner just above his huge peck muscle. 

“Step back, asshole,” he said in a deep voice. He sounded like his tongue was too big for his mouth when he spoke. His brow was wrinkled as he stared Ben down. This guy was huge. There was no way Ben was going to start something. He wouldn’t even survive the beat down BEEF would give him. 

“Sorry,” Ben said. He looked from BEEF to the woman standing a few inches behind him. Damn she was fucking hot. “I didn’t mean to walk on this side of the street. I had no idea that it was taken.” 

“You’re a smart ass,” BEEF said. He grabbed Ben’s shoulder and tightened his grip on him. Ben smiled and winced in pain. “I chew guys like you up and spit them out.” 

“I’m sure you do. No woman would let you,” Ben said as he winced in pain over the man’s grip. 

“Bruno, what is going on here,” another man said walking out of Vinnie’s restaurant. This man was shorter than the woman, but he was a big man himself. He looked familiar to Ben as he caught a glimpse of him. “I leave you alone for a moment and you are already causing trouble.” The man looked at the woman when he said it. “Bruno let the man go.” 

“Yea, Bruno let me go,” Ben said. Bruno obeyed in disappointment. 

“Sorry sir, he was too close to Mrs. Lauren,” Bruno said. 

“Did he hurt her?” 

“No sir, but I didn’t want to take that chance.” 

“Hey you,” the man said. He walked over to Ben. Bruno followed along with another big beefy guy. A car pulled up next to them. The driver got out of the car and ushered Mrs. Lauren into it. She stood for a moment looking at Ben smiling. She was enjoying every moment. There was something about a woman who loved to watch others get hurt. 


“Hey I’m talking to you.” Bruno pulled Ben by the arm. The man was now close to Ben and Ben could smell the man’s breath. He had just finished eating something with heavy garlic in it. The smell was over powering. 

“Yea,” Ben said trying to look away. He felt himself gag over the smell from the man’s mouth. 

“You like my wife,” he asked. Ben looked over from him to her. She sat in the car looking at them from the window. “Hey…hey look at me when I talk to you.” Ben looked at him. “You want to fuck my wife?” He wanted to say yes, but then that would be wrong. But hell what did Ben have to lose other than maybe his life. 

“Freddy,” she called from the car. “Leave him alone. He didn’t do anything. Let’s go or we will be late.” Freddy looked at her irritated. He clenched his teeth. 

“You have a problem?” 

“No,” Ben said. Just with your breath right now…he wanted to say. But he held back. He didn’t know why, but he just did—pussy. 

“Good boy,” Freddy said. There was something about Freddy that made Ben hate him. He was a short beefy man who wore a lot of gold and white. The woman, Ben figured, was Freddy’s wife. How did a hot piece of ass end up with that guy? Freddy backed up from Ben as his bodyguards walked him over to the car. “Take care boy and watch where you’re fucking walking next time.” Freddy gets into the car and then his bodyguards followed. The car drove past Ben as he caught Freddy’s wife smiling and staring at him as she raised the car window. Too bad the windows were tinted. Ben wouldn’t of mind to continue staring at Freddy’s wife as they drove off. She was hot, but there was something off about her. 

Ben continued on his way to his own car. Freddy was stuck in his head. Where the hell did he know him from? It was going to bug him and maybe tonight he will ask Bob about him. Bob the asshole who fucked him over this morning. Oh, man he is going to pay. Ben clenched his fist just thinking about what Bob got him into today. Ben found his car, hopped in and drove off back to Gina, who he hoped was still asleep or at work. The worse thing that could come out of it would be that she got up and saw that he was gone. She dismissed it and went to work. He would bring her flowers. He stopped long enough to buy some flowers at the newspaper stand along with the paper. He liked looking at the fights and sometimes he even liked to bid on them. But that was something he hid from Gina. She would kill him if she found out. 

He would give her the flowers though to make up for the fact that he was not in bed next to her when she woke up. He should surprise her at work after he cleaned himself up. It would be bad if he showed up at her place of work bloody and bruised. “I’m going straight,” he will say to her. “I’m not going to bet on anymore games, baby. I’m all yours.” Wait. He said that already. He said that a few nights ago. He said it just before he heard about the card game from Bob. Just before he won fifty bucks off a dart game. His brief winning streak. They say that you will have a winning streak, but Ben thought it would have lasted longer than a night. Well maybe he won twice that night if you counted the fact that he had sex with Gina. 

“No…no no no,” Ben yelled as he pulled up to his apartment. Tony’s truck was parked outside the building with boxes loaded in the back. Ben parked his car and started running up to the building. He immediately ran into Tony who was making his way to the truck with a box. 

“Hey man, no you don’t go up there,” he said. 

“Tony, no she can’t be doing this to me,” Ben said. He looked over Tony’s shoulder. He couldn’t see her, but he knew she was in there. The window to the second floor of the apartment opened and Gina stuck her head out. 

“Go away Ben. I don’t want to see you,” she yelled down to him. 

“But Gina,” he whined. “C’mon, girl. I love you. You can’t do this to me.” Ben held out his arms. The flowers were still in one hand. “Look babe, I bought you some flowers. Please forgive me. I love you.” 

“No…no Ben,” she yelled. “I can’t do this anymore. You ruined my love for you with your card games. You said you were going to change. That you weren’t going to gamble no more.” 

“I’m not gambling no more, babe. It’s just me. See,” he said holding up the flowers. Gina rolled her eyes. She pulled herself back into the apartment. “Ah, Gina, c’mon!” 

“I think you should leave man. I think you should leave and let her get her stuff out of the apartment,” Tony said. He was breathing heavy and turning red in the face. 

“What are you doing Tony?” 

“I’m protecting my sister,” he said looking serious. 

“I’m not going to hurt her. I love Gina,” he said. “Look I bought her flowers man. Why would I hurt her?” 

“The flowers are a nice gesture, but they won’t work this time. Just leave and let her get her stuff out of the apartment.” 

“Tony, what is this. Me and you go way back. We played ball together man. I don’t understand why you aren’t trying to help me out here,” Ben said looking at Tony trying to convince him that everything was okay. And everything would be okay if he could get into the apartment and talk with Gina. All he needed to do was talk to her. He could convince her that he was going straight. That there was no more gambling. It was just him and her. 

“I know man and I’m sorry about that. But this is my sister and she comes first.” 

“Alright man, I understand.” Ben stood for a moment and then walked off back to his car. Gina finally came out of the apartment with a box. She handed it to Tony and started for the truck. Tony placed the box into the back and got into the truck himself. Ben ran over to them shoving the flowers into Gina’s face. She flinched. 

“Ben, I’m going to kick your ass,” Tony said with a serious face. He threw open the car door and stepped out. 

“I’m sorry baby. I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me,” Ben pleaded softly to Gina. She looked at him. She almost seemed like she was going to take him back, but then she tossed the flowers onto the road. 

“No, Ben it is over between us. I am done with you and your games.” Tony grabbed Ben by the collar and pulled him away from the truck. He fell to the road—hard. Gina slid over into the driver’s seat as Tony got into the truck. “Leave me alone Ben. It’s over! And don’t call me. And don’t call my mother either you asshole,” she screamed as they pulled off down the road. Ben sat for a moment on the road. Someone laughed from one of the other apartments. 

“Ha ha, very funny,” Ben mumbled as he stood up. He stepped over the flowers Gina tossed onto the road and walked into the apartment. He closed the door and walked through the first floor of the apartment. The place was empty without her there. “Oh, man.” Ben shook his head out of irritation. He ran upstairs to the bedroom. He looked around for a moment pulling up bed sheets and looking in the bathroom and even the closet. He then ran to the window that was still open. “Larry! Really, Gina, you took my cat.” Ben yelled as he slammed the window shut. Now his life was shit. His winning streak peaked and died quickly. He won no money off the card game and he lost his girl. Man, Bob was going to get it.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Bang vs Director Anthony Pedone Part Two

The second part to my interview with Director Anthony Pedone. I wanted to talk a little bit about this part of the interview with Anthony Pedone. Again I thank him for answering my questions and giving me a peek inside his life. I tell you that he is an amazing man to know and is an inspiration. Though he may think I am just piling it on, but I truly and honestly feel that he is inspirational. Listening to him speak and tell me about his life and challenges...well it takes guts and acceptance. We learn about a person's background and some people tend to run from what they fear. But to me, I think it takes a brave person to own up to the things they have done in their lives.
Wow, I just read this back to myself and it sounds like I'm about to spill some major shit. Well I'm not, but I feel that it may seem questionable in the nature on ones past compared to their present. That's where the human instinct of "judgement" comes into play. "Judgement" is illegal here on Bang Noir. I leave that part up to higher powers...which ever those powers be. After reading this second part of the interview, I hope that you too feel inspired and realize what you have always wanted to do was only at your finger tips. It is up to you to reach out with your hands and grasp it. We can only leave the bread crumbs for you to follow.

Bang vs Director Anthony Pedone Part One 

Anthony Pedone-Camp Casserole Interview Raindance Film Festival

Anthony Pedone was born in Dallas, TX, but spent the formational years of his life on a ranch in Clayton, New Mexico. At 16 he moved back to Texas, studying Music at Southwest Texas University.
In 2005, Pedone received his Certificate in Writing Social Commentary from Penn State University and began experimenting with digital media and filmmaking. In 2008 he Co-founded, Robotic Indifference, and directed his first feature film, The Why. The Why, screened in 6 countries and received Best Avant Garde and Experimental Feature awards at The Great Lake Film Festival, Heart of England Film Festival and Manhattan Film Festival in 2010.
Since Robotic Indifference's conception Anthony has collaborated with an innovative and diverse group of artists-- fulfilling his need to always be creating. Anthony co-produced Steve Balderson's , The Casserole Club, and will join Balderson again to shoot, Culture Shock in the fall of 2011. While on the set of the The Casserole Club, Pedone shot a behind the scenes look at Balderson's streamlined approach to Indie Film making. The documentary is called, Camp Casserole.
Pedone co-produced and appeared in, Little Gods. A conceptual film by director Elizabeth Spear, Little Gods is the first feature film shot and edited on the iPhone4. Spear's has asked Pedone to produce her next feature film, Roundball in Victoria, TX. Shooting begins in July 2011.
Robotic Indifference plans on releasing The Pyrex Glitch for Christmas 2011. TPG is a science fiction comedy, written and directed by Jane Wiedlin.

The Interview (Part Two):

WB: Tell Bang Noir about the movie "Roundball"? Who were some of the actors in the movie? 

AP: Roundball, was a different kind of movie project for me. I was approached by Elizabeth Spear, the Director of the movie, to produce Roundball. I wasn't sure if the movie was for me, so I read the script. And man I have to say it was a very funny script. She [Elizabeth Spear] has a great sense of comedic timing and is able to bring out that humor in the people she directs. She is really a lot of fun. As for some of the actors in the movie...there is Starina Johnson, Shawn Kahone, Todd Sklar, Jane Wiedlin, John Merriman, Todd Spence, and Paul Goetz.

WB: That sounds awesome. So Elizabeth Spear approached you to work on Roundball. Did you work on anything else with her?

AP: I worked on a movie with her called "Little Gods". My contribution to "Little Gods" was considerably small. I had a small role and helped arrange some sfx makeup, but I really fell in love with the concept of shooting with the iphone and with her passion about it. She and I met in France in 2009, and found out we actually live in close proximity in Texas. So we began hanging out then.

WB: Awesome. Well I'm glad you two met. You would have never collaborated on Roundball. 

AP: I agree. She is also my partner in the creation of the film festivals we put together in Texas. 

WB: What is the synopsis of Roundball? 

AP: Roundball is a comedy about a man named Sam Jones who returns to his hometown to train for the NBA with his old 1A high school basketball coach, but things turn out to be a little more than what he expected. The road to the NBA is a tough one. 

WB:  What was the atmosphere like on the movie set?

AP: The thing about Roundball, was that we actually reached out to the community. Most of the time you would never get involved with the community to make a movie, but that is what we did. We recruited from the community also when making the film. When casting for the film we used the internet.

WB: The Internet?

AP: Yep. We used the internet via Skype to do most of our casting and used local kids from the area. 

WB: Tell Bang Noir a little about yourself?

AP: HaHa. I was a young pig farmer in NM. That's what my parents did, then. My parents split and I was passed between them. I got in trouble a few times when I would visit my mother in NM, but that is something I grew out of. Well eventually as I got older I went to College and started to learn about music. Since I was introduced to music in high school. I also discovered KISS in high school as well. Yea, those were the days. I saw myself as a rock star. I even started a band with some friends. We opened shows for Overkill. That ended and well in College I was a part of a few other groups, Cornpone was one of them. Then I went to prison and spent five years there. It has been a long trip to this point in my life.

WB: A trip you were meant to take. You wouldn't be who you are today if you never went that route. Who knows what you would be doing. I guess I believe in destiny. 

AP: Well, I had to find myself all over again. I knew I wanted to get back to what I loved. I wanted to make music, which turned into movies. It was a process to rebuild my life.

This concludes the second part of my interview with Director Anthony Pedone. The Third and Final part of the interview will be available soon. Please leave any questions or comments on this interview and I will make sure Anthony gets them...It would be great to have him answer them here on Bang Noir. Thank you. XOXO

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Anthony Pedone- Camp Casserole Interview Raindance Film Fesitval

Here is the Raindance Film Festival Interview with Anthony Pedone and Jane Weidlin for his documentary Camp Casserole--Oh and is that a Bang Noir T-shirt he is wearing!! : D It fucking is. 

Monday, October 3, 2011

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Interview with Jake Bannerman for his novel The Pitchfork Diaries

Please join me once again with Jake Bannerman who has been kind enough to answer some unorthodox interview questions for Bang Noir. After his last post with The Obligatory Fuck You post, you may understand what I mean when I say the questions in this interview are not what I would normally ask just anyone. If you missed his guest post here is a link to it. Please read and enjoy and feel free to leave any comments or other questions you would like to ask Jake. Thank you. 

The Obligatory Fuck You


Author Information: Born and raised in the church, J.S. Bannerman has taken the dangerous stance to question events that have been spoon fed to him as the truth since his childhood. He continually pushes boundaries as a purveyor of terror and often strives to find that disquietude that exists inside each one of us. He is a nomad, calling no one place home; choosing the life of a traveller while on the mission of writing the Family of Dog series. As a result you may find him in your town, writing at your local pub, crafting tales of horror so terrifyingly depraved and heartbreakingly cruel that you would never believe that they come from a mind as normal as his. Just beware, because within each tale is a message; it’s just up to you to figure out what it means.

The Pitchfork Diaries Synopsis:

The Pitchfork Diaries is a collection of short stories and prose unlike anything you have ever read before. Even the darkest and most violent imaginings of your mind cannot come close to matching the horrors contained within.

J.S. Bannerman, a new name in the horror genre, has skilfully woven a collection of tales that will inescapably work their way into your psyche, take up residence and relentlessly haunt you. Prepare yourself to be confronted by words that will threaten to shake the foundation of everything you thought you knew; no truth is too uncomfortable, no thought too gruesome to share.

All are invited to read The Pitchfork Diaries. Many will never be the same.

The Pitchfork Diaries: Volume One Links:

Amazon (right now just eBook but print should be up this week) -

Smashwords –

Jake can be followed on Twitter at –!/JakeBannerman

Born of the Flickering 
 The back room was rarely used these days. Once, it had been the room where the sisters performed the ritual of baptising the infants. The old bird bath baptismal font now stood abandoned and forgotten in the corner of the room, wispy cobwebs covering it beneath the patched and faded purple sheets that had been draped over the top, hiding the once sacred tool of Mother Mary. The room itself, with its dirty stone walls, a once luxurious deep red carpet and elegantly stained glass windows was six steps down from the main building itself, almost like a basement. It was reminiscent of a room that you might imagine finding in an old English castle, with its thick iron chandelier and its flame shaped bulbs protruding out of the top, though they too were now neglected and covered in cobwebs. The cleanliness of the room was no longer of importance, for it had a new purpose: sacrifice. 

I thought long and hard at what I wanted to ask you during this interview. I thought about all the typical questions and more typical questions, but I realize that you are not the typical person. This is great for someone doing an interview because anything goes. :)
So before I started these questions I re-read your blog post for me: The Obligatory Fuck You and I was inspired. So here we go...

1. What's your favorite porn?

It's called Jazelle and features Satan as a woman. In one scene, she decapitates another woman and then the decapitated head eats Satan’s pussy out! It is fucking amazing! I am also a huge Christy Canyon fan; she is so gorgeous!!!! I was on her radio show not too long ago talking about the book!!

2. Life is full of violence and fear. You capture this in a graphic way with your writing. Do you think you can be too graphic at times?

No, I do not think there is such a thing as "too graphic". Situations in my books breed on description and I'm not writing about unicorns and lollipops! My stories are about the nature of the beast in mankind and if you look back, graphic does not even scratch the surface of the evil that mankind does. And violence is part of life; it affects us all even if we do not want it to.

3. What is too graphic for you?

Refer to the answer to question 2.

4. What do you have to say to anyone who feels like your work is trash or horrible? I ask this because I've got some nasty comments over being graphic.

Don't fucking read it! The same thing that should have been said to people who called Elvis garbage, well they missed the boat on that one now didn't they? People thought Steven King was bad, remember? So what do I say to them? Fuck off and go read Goosebumps, ok!

5. If you could change something about the world what would that be?

Oh man tough question! I wish people used their own minds. I HATE the herd mentality.

6. Jack and Coke sounds like a drink my character Dina, from my book BANG would drink. What are some of your other favorite poisons?

Classic Jack, Honey Jack, American Honey, Jamison, Glenfidich. And I loooove Warsteiner and Sam Adams beer!

7. Back to porn...Have you ever thought of writing a complete smut novel? I mean a full raging hard-on fuck book.

I have never really thought about it, this will surprise people but I am very shy and quiet. The sex in my stories is used for contrast; beauty to terror. It would be hard for me to be serious about writing a fuck book though if I ever did it would be called: "I Ground a Nun’s Cunt While Children Watched" or "Teaching Children to FUCK!"

8. Who got you your first porn magazine?

I found it at a baseball field in Sayreville, New Jersey

9. When did you have your first drink?

I grew up in a house with 2 brothers and a sister. We got shit-faced on Bloody Mary's when I was like six... LOL

10. Is the "Necronomicon" one of your favorite books or is there more? I once owned that book myself.

I read it, the mad Arab on like a spiritual acid trip. It never did much for me. Though it was very interesting.

11. Do you read HP Lovecraft? Silly question but I associate the Necronomicon with him.

I do not know much about Lovecraft, though Metallica's Thing That Should Not Be is based on Lovecraft if I remember correctly.

12. Horror is what you write, are these some of the visions you have when you sleep or wake? In other words what brings about a story before you write it?

I do not have nightmares. My dreams usually include sex and wealth to be perfectly honest. My stories always start with a title. I have millions of them in my head; it is like a never ending Rolodex of titles in there. Let me whip one up for you; Under the Fingernails of Judas. Easy! Nothing really prompts me. It's like I'm possessed when I write. Maybe the devil takes me over. Sometimes I go back and read my work and I am like fuuuuuuuck!

13. What's your favorite type of music?

Impossible to say! But if I had to pick one genre to listen to it would be 50's New Orleans jazz.

14. Do you listen to music when you write? I'm curious what the soundtrack is for The Pitchfork Diaries.

In the original first drafts I posted what I was listening to at the beginning of each story, but I can tell you exactly what I listened to!
Volbeat, Ghost, Vanessa Carlton, Squirrel Nut Zippers, Katatonia, and Be Bop Deluxe.

I will change my playlist for my next book K-13 I have the music lined up already:

Beatles, Opeth, Dream Theatre, Benny Goodman, and Weezer.

15. Do you feel like too many people shelter themselves from truth by escaping into sparkling fucking vampires?

Oh no doubt about it! Running away into fantasy to escape reality is huge business. Look at how many people are addicted to Facebook, twitter, and television. The truth sucks so let's look the other direction!!! So sad but true! Though I do support things like twilight because it opens doors for young people to get into evil.

16. As the writer of your book I know it's hard to choose a favorite, but which out of everything you wrote in The Pitchfork Diaries is your favorite? And why?

Scarecrow’s Lament and In the Mouth of Butterflies. Scarecrow because it was my first short story and it is fucking awesome. It outsold all the other stories big time! Butterflies, which was a last minute addition to Pitchfork and was super limited. If you got a copy with Butterflies, you are lucky! Butterflies is easily the most controversial thing I have ever written. It is from the eyes of the pilot of the plane that hit the first tower of The World Trade Center and his rational that jihad is a force to be reckoned with because it is powered by man’s desire for pussy. Which is completely true!

17. I hear The Harvest will be out soon. Are you ready for it?

No, no, no sir! Are you ready for it?

18. What can we expect from its release? If you can share anything.

It is very different than Pitchfork. It is a novella in the 40,000 word range and it is an in depth story about a group of people who sue Satan to get their souls back. He comes and raises hell literally! It will floor you. It's insanely controversial and it's a subject that has never been approached and I did it the Jake Bannerman way; to the furthest extreme possible!

I was thinking of the final question to ask to close this interview and here is what I got...

19. With everything you have ever done in life and in your writing, can you please sum up your entire existence into one or two words?

The Devil’s Advocate