Welcome today to a completely new friend and writer, Misty Harvey who has come all the way from the States to visit today. Come in off that flying carpet, Hon, you must have got a bit chilly up there. Hope the Atlantic wasn’t too rough. Did you see any dolphins?
Hello, Ailsa. Thank you for the invitation. The trip over the Atlantic was so beautiful. I got to see many animals that I wouldn’t normally see as I don’t live close to any oceans. So the trip in was amazing. All the pods of dolphins below and I believe I saw a whale or two as well. It was really quite exciting.
Oh I remember that only too well from when I lived aboard my boat. Now I know that you have a book release around about the same date as mine.
I do, the ebook releases on the 16th and the paperback will be shortly after that. Congratulations on your book release as well! It is such an exciting time for both of us.
Isn’t it? No matter how long I stay in this game, I’ll never get over the feeling of having MY new book in my hands! Grab a drink and something to eat and tell us all about it. What genre (if that is possible, mine tend to straddle two or three at once).
Thank you so much. (grabs a cup of tea and a small tea sandwich) My novels tend to straddle many genres as well. I would have to say this one leans more in the horror or psychological thriller genre than anywhere else.
Is it your first book? What was your first publication? Have some cake, it’s home made but not poisonous.
This isn’t my first novel. My first publication was a vampire thriller five years ago and again a few years ago I released another horror/thriller novel called Soul Reaper. The vampire thriller one is no longer available, but Soul Reaper is.
How did you come up with this idea?
Actually, I originally came up with this story idea after watching horror movies with my sisters. We shut down a particular one, though I can’t remember the name now. It was in a foreign language and it got hard to read the subtitles after a while so we quit watching. I haven’t been able to shake that movie since that point in time as I never did learn what happened. It happened again with a horror book I was reading and never finished as well. It left me unable to shake the movie and book so I got to thinking what could possibly happen when you are left without an ending to such books. That became the basis for Malevolent Mind after that point.
How much of your own life experience is in it?
At first, I didn’t think there was much of my actual life in that novel, but when discussing it over with my editor I was surprised to realize how much of me was actually in there. My nephew and I would write these grand horror stories as young children that we’d use to scare our younger siblings with all the time. We were quite mischievous and always in trouble for it.
Give us all the info you can without spoilers.
Malevolent Mind is hands down my best novel to date. It is about what happens when you don’t finish a horror novel and the things that can come from such. Here is the blurb for the novel and a snippet. I hope all of you enjoy. Thank you so much for having me by your kitchen for a little chat. It has been lovely to get a chance to talk with you and those that have stopped by.
A story so dark, twisted, and unfinished has a way of driving the sanest to the brink of insanity.
Between the constant state of bullying from Heath and his friends, and the unrest of not knowing what happened to her twin, Raven seeks revenge. Years later, she becomes the nanny for Heath’s young son, Kade. She helps him start a horror story with the plan to bring the horrible creature Kade created into the real world to torment Heath and his friends. It was perfect, until everything began unravelling. When Kade’s creation no longer wishes to do Raven’s bidding, it becomes a fight for life or death. The only way to survive is to figure out how to finish off the creature before she finds her freedom. Will Kade find a way to stop the creation of his malevolent mind? Or will Raven’s revenge consume them all?
Kade sat there in the middle of the room. He pulled his legs up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. There was nothing to see now that his head cowered there in the darkness of his own lap. If tonight was the night that he’d die, he wasn’t so sure he’d want to see either of the girls coming for him.
His ears perked up. Behind him came the sound of wet clothes slapping together. He lifted his head, unable to keep it down. It was just his imagination. That was all.
The feel of icy breath slid over the back of his neck. Each tiny hair stood at attention as the stench of decay washed over him. Was it the girl from the river or was it Zilla? Kade flipped onto his knees, the beam of the flashlight straight forward.
There, inches from his face, was Zilla. She stared at him. Her mouth was open at an angle as her tongue flicked out against the air. It was too late to run anywhere.
Death stared him right in the face. Part of him felt relief that it was only her. Of course, that was if the other one wasn’t waiting for him as well. He didn’t dare move the flashlight beam to find out. Zilla had appeared out of nowhere so who knew what would happen once the light wasn’t on her?
Kade watched as her blue-tinged hand reached up for him. She held her hand for him to take. Something told him that doing so would be the end of him. Panic gripped his insides and he knew he had moments to make the first move. If he didn’t react soon, she’d overpower him.
He swung out with the flashlight, catching her on the side of the head. Her body rolled across the floor with a sickening thud. Kade was sure that the magnum flashlight had cracked her skull. It had nearly broken his foot when he’d dropped it one time. He jumped across his bed, darting into the hallway. His gaze moved around the hall as he tried to make out anything.
The sound of her rapidly skittering toward him had him running down the hallway. He stopped at Raven’s door, trying her handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Instead, the old wood rattled in the frame.
In a flash of lightning, he watched Zilla skitter into the hall on her hands and feet, her body parallel to the floor as she let out a sickening hiss. Half of her head remained dented in from where he’d clocked her with the flashlight. It was a terrifying image to behold. The fact that she continued to chase him regardless turned his stomach.
Kade looked back only briefly before he ran. She was close on his heels. In the distance, he could just make out his father’s door. His bare feet padded against the wood flooring.
Goosebumps raced up his spine as her icy fingers wrapped around his ankle. The weight of his body hit the floor with a loud thud. His head bounced against the hard surface blurring his vision. Tears filled his eyes making it even harder to see. At least now, he wouldn’t have to worry about seeing his death coming.
The cold sensation crept up his leg, over his knee and toward his waist. He could feel the weight of her above him as she crawled up his body. Time slowed so that each second felt like eons. The stench of her undead body burned at his nostrils. Kade gagged on the smell that was so strong he could almost taste it.
He didn’t want to die. Life was too short for him. There was still so much that he wanted to do. Besides, he wasn’t sure who would take care of his father if he wasn’t there any longer. That thought rolled inside of him. He wasn’t going to go out like this, a cowering lump of fear on the floor. If she wanted to kill him, she’d have to fight a lot harder for it.
Kade grabbed her arms, rolling them over as he kicked out with both his legs. Her body smashed into the wall across from them, freeing him to run. He scrambled onto his feet, darting for his father’s room.
The bright light blinded him as he ran for it. That was it. He’d found his end and now he was headed into the light. Just as he’d read in another book. It was his time to cross over.
Finally, as usual a brief Bio and links please
Misty Harvey loves writing spine-tingling horror novels sure to thrill readers. The psychology behind such tales has always been a fascination for her since she was younger. Even to the point that she once contemplated taking up psychology as a profession. Still, her love resides in the art of storytelling. An art she wishes to continue to share with readers for the rest of her days.
After climbing out of her writing cave and searching the house for the sound of the latest creak or pop, Misty can be found doing one of many things. Often times she spends the remained of her day with her amazingly supportive husband and youngest daughter. While she has two older children that are out there spreading their wings around the world, including giving her a few grandchildren.
Her favorite things to do when not writing are crafts, wrestling with her dog, avoiding her cat’s bite or generally making her husband and daughter crazy. Often times she can be found creating vivid tales with her daughter about whatever mundane thing happened in their day and turning it into a crazy story. She is also an avid gamer, crochet goddess (we shall pretend there), domestic queen, and animal tamer (it’s a work in progress).
So we have lots in common, Misty! I’m fine with animals, it’s the ‘domestic’ with me that is unfinished study!
Do come again soon – now hop up on the carpet and say “Home, please” and it will take you there.
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