Monday, May 2, 2016

Shattered Goals

About six or seven years ago, I sat down to write a list of things I’d like to professionally accomplish. I wouldn’t call it “a bucket list,” as it doesn’t contain feats of mental and physical strength, like jumping out of an airplane, or climbing Everest. It’s merely a list of around a dozen plateaus I’d hoped to reach as a professional scribe. I’m proud to say I accomplished some of these goals and prouder still that I haven’t accomplished others.

One thing I’d always wanted was to win a Bram Stoker Award for my efforts in fiction writing. I’ve wanted one of these awards so badly and for so long that I printed out a picture of one and tacked it to my cork board as a reminder to work harder and continue plugging away so that maybe I could one day achieve this honor. In the world of horror fiction, having “Bram Stoker Award-winning author” before your name really means a tremendous lot. Or at least it used to.

Another in my list of goals: becoming an active member of the Horror Writers Association. I have no real excuse as for why I never joined. I suppose I continued to allow life and personal projects to get in the way year after year. Needless to say, I’m beyond grateful to never have had any association with the HWA, or the Bram Stoker Awards, especially after some pretty horrific events have been brought to light.

I will not rehash these stories here, as they are not my stories to tell. For those of you unable to quell your curiosities, some minor Internet sleuthing will undoubtedly answer all of your questions. So much has come out about the HWA, the Stokers, and some pretty high-ranking members that I admit I’m ashamed to have ever wanted any part of such a crooked organization. All this time I believed to grasp that brass ring and reach a higher strata occupied by so many authors I’ve respected and admired over the years, these were the steps I must take. Oh, how wrong I was.

I have no interest in winning a Stoker, no interest in reaching this higher strata if being a part of this upper echelon means being what some of these truly detestable people are. So as not to confuse the issue, I want to stress that thee are, in fact, respectable members of the HWA and not everyone involved are of questionable morale. There are enough, however, for me to believe that they are, in fact, corrupt. Therefore, I shall continue to keep my distance.

For now, I will remain dedicated to my craft and keep hoping that one day this dedication pays off. Whether that means landing a contract with a major publisher, acquiring the interest of literary agents, or winning an award presented by a more respectable organization remains to be seen.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Stiff Things: The Splatterporn Anthology

On this sunny spring afternoon, my excitement knows no bounds. As a matter of fact, I’m positively bursting at the seams and oozing a variety of fluids (I should probably get a new chair).


It is my extreme pleasure to share the news of an upcoming anthology from the delightfully demented minds at Comet Press. The tome, entitled Stiff Things: The Splatterporn Anthology, will contain ten gruesomely over-the-top stories from such authors as Eric LaRocca, Brian Rosenberger, Kristopher Triana, and...ME!


No, I’m not, nor have I ever planned, to be known for writing anything in this particular genre, but part of me wanted to be involved simply to prove that I could do it. When I sat down to pen “Modern Celebrity,” I really tried hard to push the envelope. To write something so insanely twisted that those who know me (and especially those who don’t) would question my mental stability. And apparently, I succeeded, because I made the cut and I’m damn proud of it, especially since the competition was so...well, stiff.


Stiff Things: The Splatterporn Anthology will be released on August 22nd. Until then, whet your insatiable appetites by checking out the tentative table of contents (located here) and please visit the official Comet Press website for news and info on their vast library of sadistic literature.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Pay Phone -- Now Available in a Brand New Revosed Edition!


Pay Phone, originally released by Arctic Wolf Publishing in the spring of 2010, is back in a newly revised edition, which contains a brand new introduction chronicling the evolution of the novel!


Revisit the terrifying story of Jake Taft, a ruthless serial killer who uses a pay phone across the street from his third-story apartment to lure unsuspecting victims into his web, and of Chelsea Summerfield, a struggling actress trying to make it in the big city. By pure happenstance, their paths meet and thus begins a brutal and sadistic thrill ride that will surely leave trembling more and more with every page!


Pay Phone is currently available in both paperback and Kindle editions, but for those of you who just can’t wait, scroll down for an exclusive sneak peak at the novel’s introduction and find out what real-life experiences inspired the story!
An Introduction
Brandon Ford
Fall, 1995. I was fourteen, a freshman in high school. I remember the burning sun and an unseasonable warmth as I stepped out of the subway station to begin a short walk across the park. As I passed a crowded bus stop, I heard a loud, distinctive sound cutting through the air.
A ringing phone.
A pay phone stood mere feet from the horde of teenagers awaiting their mode of transportation. I watched them, watched the phone, certain someone would grasp the receiver before I had the chance. To my surprise, the crowd of more than a dozen youths stood oblivious, or more than likely apathetic. Curiosities piqued, I quickened my pace, so sure the ringing would stop before I’d made it. By then, more than ten rings echoed in the warm, late afternoon air. My overstocked backpack weighing me down, I reached with a tentative hand and grasped the receiver. Lifted it. Placed it to my ear.
“Uh…hello?” I called in a quavering, puberty-laced Peter Brady voice.
Though the woman on the other end of the line spoke in a low, sultry voice, did all she could to come across sensual and seductive, I could tell she was long past her prime. She sounded in her mid-to-late fifties, some trace of a nicotine addiction behind her unusual timbre. I don’t recall how she opened the conversation or which name she asked for, but I know that name belonged to a man. I had my doubts this man existed, even after she displayed a strong sense of surprise when I told her the number she’d dialed was not to a personal residence, but a pay phone just off Broad and Oregon.
I figured our conversation would end there, but it seemed she had other things on her mind and keeping me on the line was obviously part of that agenda. She asked where I’d come from. How my day had gone. If I was alone, or had any friends with me. And finally, how old I was. I gave brief, but polite responses, feeling more than ill at ease. The more she spoke, the more seductive her tone, and that sense of discomfort grew.
I told her I had to go, that I was expected home, but she wouldn’t relent. “I was hoping for a little company today,” she said, breathy and eager. “What would you say if I asked you to come over to my house?”
“Uh…” I stammered, choking on my own words. “I…”
“We could have some fun together,” she went on. “If you’re interested.”
The more she tried to persuade me, the more I wanted to flee. But something held me in place. Something kept me talking. I looked at the small crowd waiting for the bus. Wondered if they knew what was happening. I felt more and more embarrassed just standing there holding the receiver.
“I don’t think… I mean, I…”
And then she said it. The four words that caused me to involuntarily pull my lips back in a tight grimace. The four words that left my eyebrows knitted and nose scrunched.
“Do you like titties?”

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Open Wounds -- Available as a FREE Kindle download for a VERY limited time!

Open Wounds, my demented coming-of-age novel of rape, revenge, and self-abuse, is available as a free download for your Amazon Kindle from now until March 9th!  If you like ‘em dark, twisted, and disturbing, this one’s for you.  It’s The Girl Next Door meets The Bell Jar meets Go Ask Alice.  Am I tooting my own tooter by making such comparisons?  Probably.  But do I give a tiny rat’s ass?  Definitely not.  I worked incredibly hard on this novel and I’m really proud of the end result.  So, head on over to Amazon and pick up your free digital copy (while you can)!

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

That Hoodoo, Voodoo That You Do: A Dark Rituals Anthology

From Angelic Knight Press, That Hoodoo, Voodoo That You Do: A Dark Rituals Anthology is a mammoth tome, featuring nearly 400 pages of spells, witchcraft, and more, penned by some of today's most talented voices in small press horror. Authors include Jeffrey C. Carter, Rose Strickman, Mark Mellon, Jake Elliott, Timothy Baker, and yours truly. Edited by Lincoln Crisler, That Hoodoo, Voodoo That You Do is now available in paperback and digital editions!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Decayed Etchings -- Back in Print!

After several months off the shelves, my very first collection of dark fiction is now available in brand new paperback and Kindle editions!  Originally published by Black Bed Sheet Books in the summer of 2011, Decayed Etchings contains 18 stories filled with “gruesome revenge, delightfully twisted circumstances, vicious irony” (Dread Central) and “will leave you begging for more!” (Brittle Endings).  Head on over to and pick up your copy now!

Saturday, September 20, 2014

The Final Girl

That’s right, you lucky people! Two new releases in the same month! In addition to Coffee at Midnight, my fifth novel, The Final Girl, is now available from Thunderstorm Books in a beautiful limited edition that is not only hardcover, but leather-bound! Only a 66-copy run, so you’d better snatch one up while you can!!!

I’m incredibly proud of this book and can honestly say I had more fun writing it than any other. Why? Because it deals with one of my favorite things in the entire world: sleazy low-budget horror flicks! As my second novel, Splattered Beauty, was an homage to the ladies who front these features of fright, this book is an ode to the films themselves. There are tons of little nods and tributes to my many favorites that only devoted fans of splatter cinema will have the ability to detect. Read on for the full synopsis...

The Colonial Theater, a single-screen movie house on the edge of town, is holding a special midnight screening of a brand new splatter flick. But before the opening titles make it to the screen, the popcorn-laden aisles run red with blood as a masked killer begins slaughtering the moviegoers with the aid of a spiked meat tenderizer.

Among those filling the torn seats: a movie blogger in search of fodder to appease his limited readers, a victim of a recent betrayal who’ll do just about anything for an escape from a home she no longer feels welcome, a fugitive on the lam looking for sanctuary from the city streets, and a pair of post-adolescent twins who’ve managed to creep into the theater unseen.

After a full ninety minutes of bloodshed both on and off the silver screen, only four patrons remain. Four patrons who discover that the doors have been locked and the only way out is inside a body bag.

An edge-of-your-seat nail-biter of a thriller, The Final Girl will fill your restless night with a bloody horror show and keep you guessing until the very last page. 

As previously stated, this is a special edition that is available in a limited number of copies, so hurry on over to Thunderstorm Books before they’re all gone! Also, my brand new collection, Coffee at Midnight, is available in paperback and Kindle editions from!