Hey guys, Chloe here! Just wanted to let you know about a few updates in my life. Oh course, I've been planning for my wedding between all the demons and supernatural Bads chasing me around. But that's just everyday life here in New Salem!
I have my own Myspace page now. It's at http://www.myspace.com/chloefiles
I also have two video trailers for both my adventures I think you'll really like. You can see them both at http://www.youtube.com/goldenperils
Pretty soon I'll be holding my very first contest too! You'll be able to win copies of both Chloe Files books, a T-shirt, Chloe postcards and calendar magnets.
That's it for now. But remember--There's Evil out there...waiting...
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, November 20, 2008
My New Supernatural Adventure, Sliver of Darkness, is Now Available!
Hey Guys, Chloe here. Just want to tell you all that my new adventure is now available exclusively from Golden Perils Press
http://www.lulu.com/goldenperils
The Chloe Files #2: Sliver of Darkness by Howard Hopkins
Who knows what crimes cripple the minds of the guilty?
Brant Lamont’s acting career was on a downhill slide, then one night after a performance he vanished. Was he dead? Alive? Forty years later still no one knows what became of the mercurial actor…or the rising starlet who’d become his mistress. It was as if they’d both walked off the face of the earth.
Until Chloe Everson’s world flashes to a bizarre black and white and the specter of one of Lamont’s characters, the Sliver of Darkness, visits her in the dead of the night.
But ghostly visitations aren’t Chloe’s only dilemma, because the New Salem Ripper is stalking the waterfront, butchering prostitutes and young strippers, moving ever closer to an encounter with the object of his obsession…
Chloe herself…
Includes the bonus Chloe story: The Trouble with Flappers
http://www.lulu.com/goldenperils
The Chloe Files #2: Sliver of Darkness by Howard Hopkins
Who knows what crimes cripple the minds of the guilty?
Brant Lamont’s acting career was on a downhill slide, then one night after a performance he vanished. Was he dead? Alive? Forty years later still no one knows what became of the mercurial actor…or the rising starlet who’d become his mistress. It was as if they’d both walked off the face of the earth.
Until Chloe Everson’s world flashes to a bizarre black and white and the specter of one of Lamont’s characters, the Sliver of Darkness, visits her in the dead of the night.
But ghostly visitations aren’t Chloe’s only dilemma, because the New Salem Ripper is stalking the waterfront, butchering prostitutes and young strippers, moving ever closer to an encounter with the object of his obsession…
Chloe herself…
Includes the bonus Chloe story: The Trouble with Flappers
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Chloe Status Report
Hi guys, Chloe here. My new supernatural adventure, Sliver of Darkness, will be coming out soon. Here's a preview of the cover. --Chlo
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Chloe Updates
Hi all, Chlo here. Just thought I would update you on things since it had been a while. My transcriber told me the second half of my short adventure The Trouble with Flappers is now finished. For those of you who don't know, the first half was published as an Amazon Short last year and the complete story will appear in the next Chloe Files novel, Silver of Darkness, which is nearing completion. You wouldn't believe some of the freaky stuff that has happened to me, but you will after you read about it.
I hope everybody is picking up a copy of my first Chloe Files novel, Ashes to Ashes. And of course Grimm, the book that tells you all about my little trouble with those witches and that zombie. I hope I never have to go throught THAT again! Sheesh.
So keep your eyes on this spot for a free read of the first half of The Trouble with Flappers, coming soon. And remember: There's Evil out there...waiting...
I hope everybody is picking up a copy of my first Chloe Files novel, Ashes to Ashes. And of course Grimm, the book that tells you all about my little trouble with those witches and that zombie. I hope I never have to go throught THAT again! Sheesh.
So keep your eyes on this spot for a free read of the first half of The Trouble with Flappers, coming soon. And remember: There's Evil out there...waiting...
Chloe Updates
Hi all, Chlo here. Just thought I would update you on things since it had been a while. My transcriber told me the second half of my short adventure The Trouble with Flappers is now finished. For those of you who don't know, the first half was published as an Amazon Short last year and the complete story will appear in the next Chloe Files novel, Silver of Darkness, which is nearing completion. You wouldn't believe some of the freaky stuff that has happened to me, but you will after you read about it.
I hope everybody is picking up a copy of my first Chloe Files novel, Ashes to Ashes. And of course Grimm, the book that tells you all about my little trouble with those witches and that zombie. I hope I never have to go throught THAT again! Sheesh.
So keep your eyes on this spot for a free read of the first half of The Trouble with Flappers, coming soon. And remember: There's Evil out there...waiting...
I hope everybody is picking up a copy of my first Chloe Files novel, Ashes to Ashes. And of course Grimm, the book that tells you all about my little trouble with those witches and that zombie. I hope I never have to go throught THAT again! Sheesh.
So keep your eyes on this spot for a free read of the first half of The Trouble with Flappers, coming soon. And remember: There's Evil out there...waiting...
Monday, June 23, 2008
Ashes to Ashes Now at Barnes & Noble
THE CHLOE FILES #1: Ashes to Ashes
Hey, guys, Chloe, here. Just wanted you to know my inaugural adventure kicking Evil's butt is now available at Barnes & Noble, Borders and other fine online stores. Here's my blurb...
A silver locket said to have belonged to Joan of Arc and a children's nursery rhyme...A 600-year-old monkey with an attitude and a mysterious supernatural symbol on a Caller ID box...
A deadly plague reemerging in the seaside town of New Salem, Maine, and the manifestation of a little girl's ghost...
How do these tie in with the sudden disappearance of Chloe's fiancé, Detective Sergeant Arlo Grimm, while on a routine search for a lead to her twin sister, who vanished thirty years earlier?
When the answer points to an Evil she'd thought vanquished Chloe knows she's in over her pretty blonde head and this time she'll have nothing to rely on except her own wits and courage. But will that be enough to save her and the life of the man she loves?
The Chloe Files #1: Ashes to AshesFrom Golden Perils Press http://www.lulu.com/goldenperils
Author homepage: http://www.howardhopkins.com
Hey, guys, Chloe, here. Just wanted you to know my inaugural adventure kicking Evil's butt is now available at Barnes & Noble, Borders and other fine online stores. Here's my blurb...
A silver locket said to have belonged to Joan of Arc and a children's nursery rhyme...A 600-year-old monkey with an attitude and a mysterious supernatural symbol on a Caller ID box...
A deadly plague reemerging in the seaside town of New Salem, Maine, and the manifestation of a little girl's ghost...
How do these tie in with the sudden disappearance of Chloe's fiancé, Detective Sergeant Arlo Grimm, while on a routine search for a lead to her twin sister, who vanished thirty years earlier?
When the answer points to an Evil she'd thought vanquished Chloe knows she's in over her pretty blonde head and this time she'll have nothing to rely on except her own wits and courage. But will that be enough to save her and the life of the man she loves?
The Chloe Files #1: Ashes to AshesFrom Golden Perils Press http://www.lulu.com/goldenperils
Author homepage: http://www.howardhopkins.com
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Preview: Sliver of Darkness
Hi guys, Chloe here. Thought I'd give you a preview of my upcoming adventure Silver of Darkness.
ONE: COLOR MY WORLD
2:00am…
I woke up in black and white.
And naked.
Ok, you’re probably thinking I should have known better than to go back to sleeping in the nude after just dealing with that plague-spreading demon a few weeks ago and maybe you’re right. But I’m comfortable that way and it’s force of habit at this point. Usually I’m with Arly anyway, but he’s away for a week at some convention for former cops—I know, how could I pass up so much fun? But it’s strictly a Boys’ Club thingy. Besides, it was a warm night. I’d even left one of the windows to either side of my bed cracked to let in the late spring air.
Well, it was warm went I went to bed anyway. Now it felt incredibly chilled, as if when the color drained out of the world all heat went with it. I glanced down at my forearms, which were covered in gooseflesh, as were my breasts and belly. Oh, and don’t let anyone tell you black and white makes skin blemishes look any better. It does not. It makes them look like anthills.
It dawned on me suddenly: black and white. Everything was in black and white! I jumped out of bed and grabbed my terrycloth robe, which as draped over a corner chair. Let’s just say there’s naked and then there’s naked. And right now I was felling frickin’ naked.
I tied the robe closed and glanced about my bedroom, a shiver rattling through me. Shadows swelled in corners and white-cold slices of moonlight bleeding in from outside fell across the carpet. Everything seemed so…stark, like I just stepped into an old movie and again a shiver went down my spine and clacked my teeth together.
It was happening again, wasn’t it? The supernatural thing. To me.
Crap on a cracker.
I noticed my heart starting to pound against my ribs and that feeling of wanting to pee in my panties coming back. I’d had that feeling way too many times over the past few months and it didn’t get any more pleasant the hundredth time around.
And go figure, Puddin’ Head was sound asleep and snoring his ample cat ass off on the entire right end corner of my bed like nothing whatsoever was wrong. I guess if you’re born with a big yellow fur coat the cold takes longer to sink through. I’m guessing once it did he’d be waking up and grumbling about it for the next few days. As the owner of one trouble-attracting stripper human he expected a number of amenities and heat was one of them.
Another freakin’ shiver.
I wrapped my arms about myself and stared at my closed bedroom door, every instinct inside me telling me I should just go back to bed and ignore all this chilled noir that had suddenly taken over my world.
But I was never very good at ignoring things that bugged the hell out of me. I’ve told you Arly calls me impetuous.
So I took a step towards the door, the carpet like chilled cream between my blue-painted toes. Well, now the blue nail polish just looked kind of dark gray since all color had seeped out of the world.
I stopped, biting my lower lip, and told myself I was probably just dreaming. I was still asleep in bed and maybe should give up watching Classic television before going to bed.
An annoyed grumble came from the end of the bed and I glanced back over a shoulder to see His Majesty had awoken and was not the least bit happy about the lack of heat. I wasn’t sure whether cats could see a lack of color, but I’m sure if he had been able to talk the words that came out of his mouth more than would have made up for it.
“Don’t look at me,” I whispered, a little afraid my own voice would attract something I didn’t want. “I didn’t ask for this.”
He appeared unsympathetic.
“You’ll make someone a good ex-husband somebody,” I whispered, twisting my head back to look at the door.
I sucked a deep breath, took another two steps and gripped the door handle. It was chilled, with the oddest feeling. I don’t exactly know how to describe it but it was like touching…cold film, maybe.
With another breath, I turned the handle and opened the door.
ONE: COLOR MY WORLD
2:00am…
I woke up in black and white.
And naked.
Ok, you’re probably thinking I should have known better than to go back to sleeping in the nude after just dealing with that plague-spreading demon a few weeks ago and maybe you’re right. But I’m comfortable that way and it’s force of habit at this point. Usually I’m with Arly anyway, but he’s away for a week at some convention for former cops—I know, how could I pass up so much fun? But it’s strictly a Boys’ Club thingy. Besides, it was a warm night. I’d even left one of the windows to either side of my bed cracked to let in the late spring air.
Well, it was warm went I went to bed anyway. Now it felt incredibly chilled, as if when the color drained out of the world all heat went with it. I glanced down at my forearms, which were covered in gooseflesh, as were my breasts and belly. Oh, and don’t let anyone tell you black and white makes skin blemishes look any better. It does not. It makes them look like anthills.
It dawned on me suddenly: black and white. Everything was in black and white! I jumped out of bed and grabbed my terrycloth robe, which as draped over a corner chair. Let’s just say there’s naked and then there’s naked. And right now I was felling frickin’ naked.
I tied the robe closed and glanced about my bedroom, a shiver rattling through me. Shadows swelled in corners and white-cold slices of moonlight bleeding in from outside fell across the carpet. Everything seemed so…stark, like I just stepped into an old movie and again a shiver went down my spine and clacked my teeth together.
It was happening again, wasn’t it? The supernatural thing. To me.
Crap on a cracker.
I noticed my heart starting to pound against my ribs and that feeling of wanting to pee in my panties coming back. I’d had that feeling way too many times over the past few months and it didn’t get any more pleasant the hundredth time around.
And go figure, Puddin’ Head was sound asleep and snoring his ample cat ass off on the entire right end corner of my bed like nothing whatsoever was wrong. I guess if you’re born with a big yellow fur coat the cold takes longer to sink through. I’m guessing once it did he’d be waking up and grumbling about it for the next few days. As the owner of one trouble-attracting stripper human he expected a number of amenities and heat was one of them.
Another freakin’ shiver.
I wrapped my arms about myself and stared at my closed bedroom door, every instinct inside me telling me I should just go back to bed and ignore all this chilled noir that had suddenly taken over my world.
But I was never very good at ignoring things that bugged the hell out of me. I’ve told you Arly calls me impetuous.
So I took a step towards the door, the carpet like chilled cream between my blue-painted toes. Well, now the blue nail polish just looked kind of dark gray since all color had seeped out of the world.
I stopped, biting my lower lip, and told myself I was probably just dreaming. I was still asleep in bed and maybe should give up watching Classic television before going to bed.
An annoyed grumble came from the end of the bed and I glanced back over a shoulder to see His Majesty had awoken and was not the least bit happy about the lack of heat. I wasn’t sure whether cats could see a lack of color, but I’m sure if he had been able to talk the words that came out of his mouth more than would have made up for it.
“Don’t look at me,” I whispered, a little afraid my own voice would attract something I didn’t want. “I didn’t ask for this.”
He appeared unsympathetic.
“You’ll make someone a good ex-husband somebody,” I whispered, twisting my head back to look at the door.
I sucked a deep breath, took another two steps and gripped the door handle. It was chilled, with the oddest feeling. I don’t exactly know how to describe it but it was like touching…cold film, maybe.
With another breath, I turned the handle and opened the door.
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