S. L. Mewse

'Oh I hardly think I'm just going to let you go having dragged you into a shady little alleyway, am I my love' He replied smoothly, his voice a deep, masculine bass with a touch of an accent that hinted at a London upbringing. 'I have a feeling you're a flight risk sweetheart.' He grinned at her, his teeth remarkably clean and white despite his disheveled appearance. Audra straightened up beneath his grasp, standing as tall as she could and glaring straight into his eyes with the intent to put him in his place. But what she saw there froze her vocal chords as completely as if she had been grabbed about the throat. His face was like the badly matched creation of a mad scientist, patches of milky white skin seemingly splashed onto the background of a deep tanned hide. But that was not what caught her attention; nor was it the stark white of his right eyebrow, or the snowy streak in his facial hair. No, all she could see was that one, terrible eye. His right iris was a pale pink shot through with darker blotches, and thin veins spread from around it like lightning bolts. The pupil was fully dilated and somehow glistened a stark, bright red like a maraschino cherry. It was obvious that he had no sight in that eye, and yet it seemed filled with some terrible spark of malice, like something that belonged in the skull of a demon. 'Cat got your tongue sweetheart' He asked. Life with the pack went from bad to worse in the wake of the werewolf attacks that found Hunter Dalton finally living with his own kind. Living a life surrounded by death and destruction he found himself part of a team of guardians for a child that he wished had never been born. With the mother of the baby on lockdown, it seemed as though nothing more could go wrong; but evil always finds a way. In a race against time, Hunter finds himself chasing the youngster across land and sea... But will he find him before it's too late?

The '80s brought us the horror genre's golden period: the best films, directors, cheesiness, soundtracks, and the sexiest scream queens. We especially held the women of those films close to our hearts. Still do. Featuring all-female contributors, stories in The Man Behind the Mask anthology include '80s-style clich s: masked killers, peepers, perverts, toolbox killers, killer clowns, window-watchers, sister-touchers, geeks, cheerleaders, big-breasted women, men with big knives (to compensate for the size of something else), and, most importantly, heroines. This one's for you, ladies. It's a thank you for all the great contributions you've added to the beloved horror genre over the years, and it's sure to be a prick-teasing wet dream for the geeks of yesteryear. Bolt the doors or run screaming into the woods. The man behind the mask is back, and his chainsaw is revving. Edited by David Owain Hughes, Veronica Smith, and Jonathan Edward Ondrashek Table of Contents: Foreword: Linnea Quigley, Audrey Brice: Heart's Desire, Dani Brown: Movie Star, Alice J. Black: The Travelling Circus, Carly Holmes: Club Cruelty, Jaime Johnesee: The Best Damn Revenge, Lisa Lane: Black Rose, Stevie Kopas: Camp Counselors Wanted, S. L. Mewse: The Harvest, Dawn Cano: Bag Lady, Debby Dodds: Killer Times at Ridgeway Mall, Michelle Garza & Melissa Lason: Rock, Paper, Scissors, D. M. Slate: 24 Lone Pine Lane, Fox Emm: Broken Rules, Crystal Jeans: Hot Sauce, Suzanne Fox: Original Sin, Rose Garnett: Love Will Tear You Apart, Charlotte Ros: Ambush, Christine Elise McCarthy: Dinner, C. A. Viruett: Prom Night, A. Giacomi: Slumber Games, Kasey Dawn Hill: Scream Campers, I Know What You Dreamed Last Bloody Halloween, Briana Robertson: Bloodbath, Delphine Quinn: This isn't the Breakfast Club, Kindra Sowder: Courtesy Call, K. M. Cox: Laugh out Loud, Rachel Nussbaum: It Takes a Lot of Guts, Tamara Fey Turner: Birthday Face, Florence A Marlowe: Clown Guy