Dedicated to the strong kids who made it through the Great Flood of 2016. In this story about a crawfish taken from his home in South Louisiana, the great grandaddy crawdaddy battles boats, dogs, pool robots, and boiling pots. Throughout his journey he never gives up and becomes a local legend.

Written from a flooded home in Denham Springs, Louisiana the author witnessed first-hand the strength and resilience of the children in the community.

“These kids had just started a new school year. 90% of their homes flooded. Keep in mind most of these are homes that have never comes close to flooding. Suddenly you had children who lost almost everything, living in homes with exposed walls, trailers, hotel rooms, friends living rooms. Their worlds were turned upside down. You would think the amount of complaining would reach biblical proportions. No way. It was like they just shifted to their new world. Smaller things, like an AC turning on made them happy. This book is about never giving up and that is exactly what these kids are doing. ”

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.99 cents SALE!! Gods Behaving Badly by Mickey Ann


Hecate (Cate) is a fallen goddess pining over the loss of her soul to Hades. How does an immortal trapped in a human body cope with ennui and a persistent ex? She does what every human does, of course. She drinks too much and sees her therapist once a week. Pithy and sadly lacking in social skills, Cate is determined to make the most of her ordinary life, even if Hades has other plans for her.

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Mickey Ann is a Trekkie, a yoga lover and social butterfly. Only one of these things is true so clearly she’s also a liar.
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Gods Behaving Badly (Book II)—Fall 2016
Gods Behaving Badly (Book III)—Spring 2017
The Weight of Rope–Spring 2017

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Haunted Halloween Spooktacular: Black In White by JC Andrijeski


Book Description:

“He’d be fresh meat here. And he didn’t have his sight…”

Black takes a new consulting gig with the LAPD, helping them find a contract killer who left a dead body behind the Los Angeles Theater. Despite Miri’s lingering fears after what happened to him during the last murder case he worked, he assures her it’s routine, that he won’t be doing fieldwork, that nothing could possibly go wrong.

Then, during his first night on the job at the Port of Los Angeles, all hell breaks loose and all bets are off.

Black wakes up in a nightmare he couldn’t have foreseen, with no way out and no idea how he got there. Robbed of his psychic sight, he can’t even call to Miriam for help, or use his abilities to figure out where he is, who took him, or what they want from him.

On the outside, Miri is frantic, working with the police and Black’s team to find him. She has even less information than Black… until a confession from her Uncle Charles brings her face to face with a much older enemy, the same enemy that may have killed her entire family.

BLACK AND BLUE is book five in the paranormal mystery romance starring brilliant but dangerous psychic detective, Quentin Black, and his partner, forensic psychologist Miri Fox.

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Excerpt: Prologue


ALARMS EXPLODED OVERHEAD, bells clanging. The sounds slammed into his skull like a rock wielded by a psychopath. Grimacing, he raised a hand to his eyes, though it wasn’t bright. Blood pressed against the bone of his skull, harder with each throb, like a beating heart.

Even past the pain, he was groggy. He felt nauseous––that specific kind of sick feeling he associated with a head injury. But he might have been drugged.

He couldn’t clear his head enough to decide.

Either way, the specifics likely weren’t important. He got the gist. Someone clocked him good. He’d been out cold, at least a few hours.

He tried to retrace his mental footsteps.

The port. That asshole, Mozar, dragged him out to the port with his SWAT guys and Hawking and a few other detectives. It was supposed to be a simple job, advisory only. He was there as a goddamned consultant, which was humorous in and of itself.

Then it all went wrong. Seriously crazy shit went down.

Hawking… it all started with Hawking.

He fought to think, but everything kept fuzzing in and out. He got details, fragments, but it wasn’t enough to piece together. He knew that might be the head injury too. He also knew––unfortunately, from previous experience––that he might have gone into ungrat, the seer stasis, if they’d hit him hard enough. If so, his memories should start filtering back if he didn’t get himself too banged up again in the next twenty-four hours or so.

Unfortunately, he suspected he was in danger of banging himself up again right now.

The knowledge came without words, without additional information.

It didn’t come from reading anyone with his “psychic” ability, either––a term his wife, Miriam, still insisted on using, no matter how much he bitched at her at the inadequacy and fuzziness of the lame, New-Agey (and human) meanings of the word “psychic.”

This was pure instinct. That same instinct told him, unequivocally, that he had only a few minutes to get his head on straight or he was in serious fucking trouble.

Opening his eyes reluctantly, he looked around at where he was. That sense of danger started vibrating his skin, making it hard to focus at first. A different clanking sound came from a lot closer, ratcheting up that feeling of concern. He was definitely in danger.

He reached out with his sight, trying to pinpoint the source…

…And pain ripped through his spine.

It was so intense, so completely unexpected, he let out a broken gasp.

Then he lay back on the mattress, panting.

Understanding filtered into his mind, then disbelief.

He sat up in a near panic that time––but had to stop, panting and hanging his head when nausea overwhelmed him a second time. He lay on a thin mattress pad over what looked like concrete. He recognized the institutional gray, even before his eyes shifted to the bars and wire mesh that made up one wall of the cell.

His hand went to his throat, a reflex he hadn’t had in years, one he’d broken in himself deliberately. When he first got to this version of Earth, he used to reach reflexively for his throat every time he woke up. He would feel around the full circumference of his neck, making sure, reassuring himself that he really had left that behind, that he wasn’t there anymore, in that world where his people lived like animals.

As his fingers closed over the cold metal now…

His mind fuzzed out.

Then he was breathing too much, panting, half-groaning as his hands followed the thing around his neck, using both hands now, feeling around to where it hooked into the base of his skull. He winced at the pain where the prongs sank into the back of his neck.

It was the same.

Exactly. Fucking. The Same.

He reached out with his sight––carefully, that time––and the collar shocked him again. It was a lot less intense that time, but it still gritted his teeth. And it hurt like hell.

He let out a furious growl, then tried again.

That time, the collar shocked him harder––hard enough to blur his vision.

He sat on the edge of the cement bench, panting, so filled with rage he couldn’t think straight for what felt like several minutes.

Disbelief flooded his mind a second time; denial blotted out everything else. He knew he had to focus on the danger he could still feel coming, but he didn’t give a shit. Rage and denial and disbelief erased the pain he felt in his body, the wounds he hadn’t yet catalogued but knew were there. He forgot his pounding head, reaching out with his light a third time, trying to see, to use his seer’s sight.

The brushed metal collar shocked him for a full minute that time. That pain in his head exploded, getting so bad he couldn’t make a sound at first.

He barely noticed.

He tried to use his sight again.

The shock that time nearly blacked him out.

“No.” He spoke aloud without knowing he meant to, his voice a low, deep mantra after that first whisper. “No, no, no, no… fuck no, this isn’t happening… this isn’t fucking happening…”

He yanked on the collar, pure instinct again, no reason.

The pain that rippled up through the back of his skull that time did knock him out.

He came to seconds later, groaning.

Pulling himself off the mattress a second time, he lurched to his feet, slamming his head into a shelving unit above him, which forced him to sink back to the bed, letting out another low cry of pain. He gripped the thin mattress below and the shelf above, breathing through the blinding throbs at the base of his skull, fighting to calm down, to clear his mind. His shoulder hurt too, bad enough to reach his awareness beyond the deeper pain coming from his head.

Once he could see again, he heard another loud clanking and looked up. He watched in disbelief as the heavy metal door set in the far wall slid open in front of him.

Then, the rest of it finally fell utterly into place.

He was in fucking prison.

He looked around, taking in the scratched, metal-plate mirror, the metal sink and toilet combination, the table and shelf bolted to the opposite wall. A plastic television with a clear-plastic body stood on that shelf. Otherwise, the room was empty, stripped of life.

Someone knocked him out, put a sight-restraint collar on him, and stuck him in a fucking prison cell.

Looking down, he saw he wore royal blue formless pants, a white tank top. He had a bandage on his shoulder and one around his arm.

He touched the collar again, tentatively that time.

His fingers followed it to the back of his neck, where the prongs of metal burrowed into his skin, wrapping coldly around his spine. He touched the whole thing with both hands, still feeling that as the biggest point of unreality.

It was definitely a sight-restraint collar.

Was he back in that goddamned shit-hole where he was born? Did he fall through another goddamned door? He struggled against the idea, the rising panic that came with it.

Then another realization hit him. Miri.

Gods. Miri.

If he wasn’t on that Earth anymore…

But his mind couldn’t finish the thought.

For a few minutes he could only sit there, breathing too hard, fighting to think. He looked at his body, at his clothes. As he did, the panic that briefly paralyzed his mind began slowly to recede. This was fucking-A real, all right.

But he was still on the right Earth.

None of this was right for his home world. None of it. He was wearing prison fatigues, but they were human. If he was back in that other world, they wouldn’t have left his hands and feet free. No way. Not at his sight rank.

He’d be wearing organic or semi-organic binders, not just the collar. They’d have him chained to the wall. And no way in hell would they open the door with him un-cuffed inside. The door was all wrong, anyway. Back home, that door would be pure organic metal, possibly with a sliding view hole. Or organic glass.

The cell would be dark.

He would also probably be drugged, or hooked up to wires. He definitely would have been beat up more, not just groggy from a head injury.

And yeah, the clothes were all wrong.

Black’s rational mind slowly began to take over as he looked around the small cell. This was definitely what he thought of as his Earth. Back home, they didn’t house seers like this, even during Black’s time. Now they probably had even more sadistic tech toys to control people like him. They’d definitely have surveillance in the room.

Taking another deep breath, he flipped over his arm, looking at his old race-cat tattoo. He found himself relaxing even more when he saw the skin unbroken.

If they’d picked him up in the old world, they would have re-chipped him immediately. He’d had the old one removed as soon as he possibly could, about ten years after he first reached this world. Running his fingers over the smooth skin, he forced himself to take another breath.

So he was still on the right Earth. The Earth where his life was.

The Earth where Miri was.

But how the fuck would anyone know to collar him here? And if they knew that much, why would they put him in with a general population at all?

Well, unless they were trying to disappear him.

Or kill him.

At the thought, he rose shakily to his feet––more cautiously that time. He gripped the cement shelf as he got up, using it for balance. Turning his head slowly, mostly because of the pain, he looked over both sides of the room, reassuring himself it was empty. He knew he wouldn’t be alone in here for long, though.

His eyes returned to the open door.

He could already hear the sounds.

Prisoners leaving their cages, joking, laughing, talking loudly, starting to walk the catwalks. Heading in his direction.

New guy. He’d be the new guy.

He again fought to pull his head together, knowing he didn’t have a lot of time. He couldn’t be found in here like this, half-blind with pain, clutching the collar and whining like a wounded dog. He’d been in prisons before. That had been in a different world, a different time and place, but some things wouldn’t have changed.

Some things never changed.

He’d be fresh meat here, just like he had been back then. And he didn’t have his sight.

Welcome to the jungle, motherfucker.

Welcome home.


Bangkok Halloween

Guest Blog by JC Andrijeski

I’m an American living in Bangkok, which means every year around this time, I experience Bangkok Halloween. Holidays are always kind of a trip when you live abroad, anyway. They were weird when I lived in India and while they might be somewhat less weird here, they still have a distinctly different flavor than they do in the States.

I’m lucky living here though, in terms of American holidays –– Bangkokians love a good party. They’re also wide open to celebrating any event deemed interesting by the locals, whether Thai or not. It doesn’t hurt that there are a ton of Americans living here.

I learned this my first Halloween living here, when I decided to venture out and see if I could find some fellow ghouls and goblins for some (mostly) harmless Halloween fun. Even though there wasn’t the full range of kids trick-or-treating on the streets or decorations in all the stores… there were a TON of Halloween bashes. There was even a Halloween street fair for kids and families, along with haunted houses, a big horror film event, numerous costume parties and other themed events at bars and restaurants for the more “adult” take of Halloween.

Thailand has a big market for paranormal stuff in general, so I guess it shouldn’t be surprising. They have a yearly Comicon in Bangkok, and of course all the supernatural and romantic and action movies, as well as most of the television shows. My first Thai teacher was a HUGE Supernatural fan, (meaning the television show) and we’d often get totally sidetracked in lessons to talk about that, the Vampire Diaries and all else sexy and supernatural.

Maybe that’s why I don’t feel too out of place here, despite the culture gaps. Still, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss Halloween in the States. It’s probably “the” holiday for a lot of my friends… and I really miss the kid side of things, and all the decorations and craziness.

Also, in a tropical climate, you just don’t get the colors from the leaves changing or the carved pumpkins or fireplaces… or the fall skies. The weather alone is a pretty stark reminder of being in a distant land.

Still, I have to say, I really love where I live. It works well for me as a writer too, so for now at least, I might just have to plan more visits to colder climes during the spooky time of the year…

Until then, Happy Halloween everyone!


About the Author:

JC Andrijeski is a USA TODAY bestselling author who writes paranormal mysteries and apocalyptic fiction, often with a sexy, romantic and metaphysical bent. JC has a background in journalism, history and politics, and loves martial arts, yoga, meditation, hiking, swimming, horseback riding, painting… and of course reading and writing. She grew up in the Bay Area of California, but travels extensively and has lived abroad in Europe, Australia and Asia, and from coast to coast in the continental United States. She currently lives and writes full-time in Bangkok, Thailand.

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Haunted Halloween Spooktacular: Chained to the Tiger’s Bed by Kelex

to the Tiger’s Bed
Release Date: October 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-55-2
Categories: Gay, Shifters, BDSM
Flame: 5
Price: $2.99
Book Description:
ten million to a multi-billionaire, when he wants someone worth much more?
When Dylan Howell is handed over
to a ruthless tiger to pay his father’s business debt, he’s sure his life is
over.  He won’t be used and abused as a
sexual slave to the shifter, no matter how much he craves Jameson Ravensworth’s
Jameson knows the omega lion is
his from the minute the man walks into his office.  The money means nothing to him, not when
something he desires more is offered up to him. 
Dylan struggles to fend off
Jameson and his wicked lusts.  The lion
soon learns the depths of Jameson’s dark delights as well as senses his own
depravity.  As his body is tormented, he
grows closer to the tiger, but how can he fall in love when he’s owned body and
I was writing this very boring,
very blah post where I skipped about, talking about how much I love Halloween…
which led me to how much I love all the creatures who go bump in the night… and
then on to my love of the Immortals After Dark series… and on to how I met
Kresley Cole at RT in New Orleans…
And then, I realized it was a
total snoozefest, deleted the lot of it (you’re welcome), and then focused on
the part that really interested me—New Orleans. (Sorry, KC is absolutely
amazing, but if we’re talking Halloween, then it’s NOLA all the way!)
Show of hands—who’s been to the
French Quarter?
It’s one of my absolute favorite
places on earth and when you’re there, you can feel the thick, rich past
comingling with the paranormal hovering on the other side of the veil.  No doubt about it, the place is creepy in the
best kind of way. 
Past and present merge in the
Crescent City.  From the amazing
architecture, the jazz music you can hear from just about every corner, to the
hundreds of dead resting under the boiling sun and tempting you for a visit—the
city’s rich supernatural history is just waiting to be undug.
One of my favorite spots in town
are the city of the dead.  NOLA’s
cemeteries are a wonderfully eerie places to visit, no matter the time of year,
but on All Hallow’s Eve, the dead seem to grow impatient with the living.  You can sense their desire to reach through
and touch life once more.
And perhaps some do.
Voodoo, Hoodoo,
and Catholicism blend together to create the city’s own allegory.  There is no place like it in the world.  No wonder so many paranormal authors use it
as a backdrop for their stories.  The
wild and the weird are the norm in NOLA, and what better place for an alpha
werewolf or a tiger shifter to hide amongst humans?
The city has found its way into
several of my books and after writing this post, I just might have to write
I’m kicking myself in the arse at
the moment, because Chained to the Tiger’s Bed might have been more fun if it
had taken place in New Orleans instead of New York.  What was I thinking?
the Author:
Kelex is a bestselling gay
erotica author, writing contemporary to fantasy to sci-fi and everything
Living in the south, Kelex
swelters at the laptop, writing spicy tales to the sound of soulful jazz music
in the background.
For more information on other
books by Kelex, please visit

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Haunted Halloween Spooktacular: Mated to Three by Sam Crescent

to Three
Release Date: October 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-57-6
Categories: Shifters, Multiple
Flame: 4
Price: $2.99
Book Description:
Three is always better than one!
Reese, Alpha of the Riser Woods
pack, has a crush on Bethany, a human waitress. He can’t have her, but he can’t
stop looking at her.
Draco finds Bethany attractive,
but he sees that his Alpha wants her and keeps his distance.
Alex, her boss, is a Bear
shifter, and also an Alpha.
All three want her, but none can
have her. When Bethany is attacked by a mysterious wolf, the changes in her
body are instant. All three men feel her, crave her, need her. It goes against
all laws, but there’s no stopping it. Bethany is mated to three men, and all of
them will do everything in their power to protect her.

Hi everyone,
It’s almost Halloween, and I have
to say I love this time of year. Not because of all the scary movies, I can’t
handle those. The scariest thing I can watch at this time of year is Monsters
House. I’m not ashamed to say that lol. Anyway, I think what I love is I’m able
to embrace my inner child with Halloween. Most of the time I always have to be
a grown up, whereas for one day, we’re encouraged not to.
In the UK, up until recently we
didn’t really celebrate it. Since I’ve grown up, and of course Halloween has
become more common, I love it. I buy pumpkins every single year, carve them up,
and then I try to also create like a Halloween feast. Last year I actually did
a monster meat loaf head.
So, here is my list of must haves
at my Halloween.
1. Monsters House, ParaNorman,
and Hocus Pocus.
Yeah, yeah, I know kids film, but
you have to admit, they’re pretty darn good. Also, I do NOT watch horror films
2. Michael Jackson’s Thriller
It just has to be played.
3. Pumpkins
A must for carving.
4. Costumes
I’ve yet to dress up, but it does
look like so much fun. I’d love to dress up like Sarah from Hocus Pocus lol.
5. Creepy inspired food.
I’ve made monster meatloaf, mummy
sausage rolls, superhero soup, and other delicious stuff.
6. Decorations
I do not go crazy with the whole
house, but the dining room, hell yeah.
7. Candy
It’s the perfect excuse to eat as
much as you want.
I’m afraid that is it from me. I
can’t think of anything right now, but what I do wish, is you all a scary
the Author:
Sam Crescent is passionate about
fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense for her to
spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and finally got
that first acceptance in 2011.
She loves creating new characters
and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not panicking about a
story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all
kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the kitchen can be just as
dubious but sometimes things turn out great.
For more information on other
books by Sam, visit her official website:

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Haunted Halloween Spooktacular: Taming the Beast by Erzabet Bishop



Book Description:

Only true beauty can tame the beast…

Allyse Montlake needs a job and quick. But what can a curvy girl with a penchant for plant magic do in the current job market? It’s just not the kind of thing that most people put on applications these days. To help her mother with medical expenses, she has to get something that pays more than her bookstore job. When she goes with her friend Cara to a job fair, she has no idea she’s just applied for a position on Extreme Bachelor—in front of the camera and not behind the scenes as she intended. When she meets the man behind the mystique, can he love her for who she is and see the beauty behind the curves?

Soren Rochester is a werewolf and the owner of Barks, one of America’s most successful pet store chains. He also happens to be fighting a curse from one pissed off witch, and he’s running short on time to find a mate or else. When his assistant suggests a reality television show, he reluctantly agrees. Can this beast find true love amidst the glittering dresses of the contestants, or will he find her only to lose her in a field of thorns?


Candy Corn: A Taming the Beast Halloween short

By Erzabet Bishop

“Mr. Stinky, you will wear that hot dog costume and you will like it.” Allyse tapped her foot in irritation on the marble floor as she glared down at her cranky little pup. She’d been trying to get him to stand still so she could snap a picture for the last ten minutes and he was being fifty shades of difficult.

The Chihuahua gave her a gimlet stare from beneath the floppy felt dollop of mustard on his head, the bun and condiments covering the rest of his body like a sausage. He sat near the front door trying to paw the offending hat off his head.

Goddess but he was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen.

“How’s the wrestling match going?” Her husband Soren approached, his little dog Hailey in his arms. The little black Cairn terrier was dressed in a pink princess dress complete with a sparkling tiara.

“Not so good. This one could give Grumpy Cat a run for his money.”

Soren laughed. “I believe it.”

Mrs. Dashnell, the cook hurried into the room. “I’ll be. You two are going to make the children smile with those costumes. Now you better hurry. I saw some trick or treaters coming down the front drive from the dining room windows.”

“What do I have to do?” Soren’s worried eyes met his wife’s and she laid a hand on his arm. His first Halloween with the gates open, he had yet to experience the joy of sharing the holiday with a horde of candy munching children.  Twilight now taking over the sky, her reclusive husband was starting to panic. Darned if she didn’t think it was cute. A werewolf afraid of a few human children. Go figure.

“You hold Hailey and I’ll put Mr. Stinky at my feet. He’ll watch the kids and I’ll hand out candy. Easy, peasy.” She reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek that quickly turned hot when he tilted her face toward his. Her man. Her sexy beast. Goddess, she couldn’t wait to get him all to herself after the kids had gone and the puppies were put to bed. Then she’d show him what she could do with his um…broomstick.

The sound of a throat clearing brought her back.

“I have an idea.” Mrs. Dashnell rushed into the kitchen, the white swinging door flapping behind her.

“What’s she doing?”

Hailey grumped in Soren’s arms and he absently patted her head.

Mrs. D. burst from the kitchen with the candy bowl and a small packet of yellow and orange candies in her hand.

“What’s that?”

“Candy corn, silly.” Allyse took one of the packets. “Thanks. I’ll bet this will work just fine.”

“For what?”

“You’ll see.” Allyse fiddled with the package, opening it and taking out two pieces.

“Give one to Hailey. See what she does.”

Soren made a face. “If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure. Look.” She bent down and held the sweet in front of Mr. Stinky’s mouth and the little dog inhaled it. He snorted and pawed her leg for more. “See?”

“Huh. Okay.” Soren held the candy to Hailey’s mouth and she nibbled at it delicately. Once she got a taste, she gobbled it down pressing her head against his chin.

“I think she liked it.”

“Of course she did. Now come on. Let’s show those kids how we do Halloween and maybe if you’re good later…”

“Hmmm?” Soren lifted his eyebrow with a saucy expression.

Allyse winked, scooping up Mr. Stinky and heading out the front door. “Then I’ll teach you how to howl at the moon.”

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll have any problem doing that, Mrs. Rochester. Not one bit.”


About the Author:

Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow, Taming the Beast, Malediction (A Wicked Halloween), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites), Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine), Waking Up Wolf (Coming in Hot), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming), The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

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Charles C. Martin releases the Legend of the Great Grandaddy Crawdaddy – Lone Survivor



Dedicated to the strong kids who made it through the Great Flood of 2016. In this story about a crawfish taken from his home in South Louisiana, the great grandaddy crawdaddy battles boats, dogs, pool robots, and boiling pots. Throughout his journey he never gives up and becomes a local legend.

Written from a flooded home in Denham Springs, Louisiana the author witnessed first-hand the strength and resilience of the children in the community.

“These kids had just started a new school year. 90% of their homes flooded. Keep in mind most of these are homes that have never comes close to flooding. Suddenly you had children who lost almost everything, living in homes with exposed walls, trailers, hotel rooms, friends living rooms. Their worlds were turned upside down. You would think the amount of complaining would reach biblical proportions. No way. It was like they just shifted to their new world. Smaller things, like an AC turning on made them happy. This book is about never giving up and that is exactly what these kids are doing. ”

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