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Hey folks!

If you haven’t been by the Anti-Heroes website for the new cover sneak peek and our latest updates, you should get on over there! Hope May has been treating everyone great. I’ve been busy editing and writing (some I’m not telling you about cause I’m a secret agent woman like that). My mom-in-law got a new puppy after our sweet Kali girl passed on a while back. So Abigail, the new dog, has been keeping us busy, also. She’s the color of a Werther’s candy, so I nicknamed her Abigail Werthers. Cause I’m silly like that. I need to post some pics, I know.

Anyway, on with the cover goodness from Ms. K.H. Koehler!


Witch Wars (Anti-Heroes Book 6) will wrap everything up and keep you zipping through the pages to see what happens to the Geek Squad. We’ll also post a sneak peek at the final collection cover soon, so keep checking the Anti-Heroes site and our sites for more updates!

Be sure to grab all the books in the serial! New Girl (Anti-Heroes Book 1) is free, so you can try out Anti-Heroes before you buy.


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Tonight on Friday Night Party Night– your Werepig is forcing Valentine’s to keep on keeping on with not one but two wild and wicked women– LOUISE BOHMER and K.H. KOEHLER! We’ll find out what it takes to be an anti-hero, why they work for the KGB and then it’s a 3-person duet of your favorite love songs. I’m sure most of them will be from the Ramones. Doors open at 9 EST!

(38) The Funky Werepig.


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Debbie Kuhn drops by our forest today with a spooky ghost story excerpt for you, readers. So gather around the campfire, get your marshmallows ready for roasting, and let’s listen.

Debbie Kuhn writes across genres, but admits that horror is her favorite. Her ghostly tales used to give her classmates nightmares back in grade school. To avoid expulsion, she stopped telling the stories out loud and began writing them down in the dead of night.


The White Death and Other Ghastly Ghost Stories

WhiteDeathCoverTen dark tales. ‘The White Death’ – A reluctant candy striper suffers through a night from hell in what was once a tuberculosis sanatorium. ‘Little White Casket’ – Are a young mother-to-be’s frightening visions for real, or a product of her paranoid imagination? ‘Ghost Writer’ – The spirit of an English girl searches for her father in the aftermath of the London Blitz. ‘Angeline’ – Two cousins fight over a cherished doll – with disastrous results. ‘Flower Girl’ – The vengeful ghost of a murdered child haunts a southern plantation. ‘What Happened in the Cellar’ – A woman is forced to face her demons, from this world and the next. ‘Frankie Revetta’s Favorite Chair’ – A construction worker gets more than he bargained for when he bets against a cursed antique. ‘Red Barchetta’ – An Italian sports car changes a nerdy teenager’s life. ‘Playground for the Dead’ – The spirits of a mysterious woman’s dead children haunt an abandoned playground. ‘The Power of Moonlight’ – An Appalachian girl plans to summon her deceased lover’s spirit by using a special kind of magic.

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Excerpt: Brenda Morris climbed out of her foster mother’s brand new ’64 Buick Riviera and slammed the passenger door shut. She was supposed to have Thursday nights off, but the old bat was forcing her to fill in for another candy striper that’d gotten sick at the last minute.

Yeah, sick of working at a geriatric sanitarium, probably.

Brenda stalked away from the car without bothering to wave goodbye and headed towards the institution’s imposing main entrance.

She took a deep breath, savoring the brisk October air, and gazed up at the gothic monstrosity that was Woodhaven. A full moon hung so low over the hilltop structure that it appeared to teeter upon the bell-tower.

She stood still for a moment to admire the effect. “That’s just so bitchin’.”

A whirlwind of dry leaves skittered past her, and she exhaled slowly. No use putting it off any longer.

Brenda entered the ornate lobby and wrinkled her nose. One never got used to the cool mustiness and the smell of stale urine. Quite often, the pitiful moans of elderly residents could be heard echoing down the long hallways.
No wonder the place was short staffed.

Brenda climbed the winding staircase to the second floor. Before beginning her rounds, she paid a visit to one of the restrooms to wash her hands and run a comb through her auburn curls. She smiled ruefully at her reflection in the smudged mirror. The red and white striped apron made her look like a sweet, innocent fifteen-year-old.

Brenda’s foster mother – her seventh in so many years – no doubt wished it were true. The witch had busted her one too many times for smoking and sneaking out at night to meet up with The Wrong Crowd. She’d given Brenda an ultimatum: Volunteer at one of the local hospitals several evenings a week or spend some time in Juvenile Hall.

Brenda had picked Woodhaven because her dark nature was drawn to its morbid history. For several depressing decades it had been used as a sanatorium for those suffering from The White D eath. Tuberculosis had claimed thousands of lives here – not including the suicides it had provoked among patients and nurses alike.

But, God, I’d rather die of a disease than grow old and useless, Brenda thought, leaving the restroom. She could hear a woman yelling just down the hall.

It was Mrs. Hauser in Room 212.

“Somebody help! She took it away! It’s mine and she stole it from me!”

Brenda reached the room and paused in the doorway, grimacing at the all too familiar sight. The old lady stood by her bed stark naked. She stared at Brenda with watery gray eyes full of righteous anger.

“Mrs. Hauser, calm down and tell me what happened.” Brenda hurried over and grabbed a blanket off the bed to wrap around the woman’s cold, saggy body.

“A strange little girl took my new robe. My pretty blue robe is gone – it’s gone and I want it back now!”
Brenda sighed. Mrs. Hauser was hallucinating again. It was probably another patient – they were always “borrowing” things from one other.

“Okay, stay here and I’ll go look for it. I’m sure the girl didn’t go very far.”

Brenda went back out into the hall, and a noise caused her to glance right, towards the elevator. Just before the doors slid shut she caught a glimpse of something blue.

Here we go.

Brenda hurried over and punched the UP button. Catching the person would be easier now. For some freaky reason, every elevator in the building insisted on visiting the basement first, no matter what floor was chosen.

She wasn’t really bothered by this fact – it just made the place more interesting.

Brenda listened to the distressing hum of the contraption as it ascended. It passed the first floor and then stopped. The doors opened slowly.

Empty. This meant the thief had gotten out on the basement level.

Well, they are loony, after all.

Brenda rode the elevator down and waited impatiently for the doors to open. When they did, she was grateful to see that the hall light had been left on. At least the morgue was located clear over on the other side of the basement.

Not that she was afraid of dead people. What could they do? It was the live ones that were scary.

As she exited the elevator, Brenda heard a cough behind her. She turned and looked as the doors began to close, but she saw no one.

“Great, now I’m hearing things.”

She let out a sigh and began walking down the dimly lit corridor, shivering slightly from the damp chill that hung in the air.

A few storage rooms were located on the right side of the hall, but she knew they were kept locked. The only open room was the janitor’s “office,” just ahead on the left. The light inside was on.

“Big girls don’t cry, big girls don’t cry.”

The sudden blaring of a radio made Brenda jump. It was Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons.

“Bi-ig girls do-on’t cry-yi-yi (they don’t cry), bi-ig girls do-on’t cry (who said they don’t cry?).”

Brenda stopped in the doorway of the break room, expecting to see the janitor, but there was no one around.

The radio played on.

Somebody’s trying to play a trick on me. Bet they’re hiding under the table.

Brenda started across the room, and suddenly noticed the small red splatters on the concrete floor. Blood?
Maybe it was just paint.

She followed the trail over to a large oak table that sat against the south wall. An ancient radio rested on top.

“Big Girls Don’t Cry” faded out and then Brenda heard nothing but static. She reached across the table to hit the OFF switch, just as a child’s voice came out of the radio.

“I’m right behind you.”



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Bad Boy (Anti-Heroes Book II) is now available on Kobo and Nook! Click the links below to grab your copy!

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Bad Boy (Anti-Heroes Book II)

Louise Bohmer & K.H. Koehler

About: In ANTI-HEROES BOOK II: BAD BOY Jinx confronts his dad, Nikki is wounded in battle, Serena is called upon to control and utilize her Grey magic, and Isaac makes a difficult life decision. The kids learn very quickly that it isn’t easy being Geek…

Excerpt: Jinx and Isaac let out a cry as the pillar of darkness and the black, batlike figure of Nix collided in midair.

“Ah, shit, man,” Isaac swore. “This ain’t gonna end well.”

“Don’t I know it.” From the first day they had met in kindergarten, Jinx had known that Nikki was powerful. Nix was ten times as powerful as Nikki, and she didn’t have Nikki’s sense of fair play.

The darkness that was Satan shuddered even as Nix swirled through and around it like a black meteor, leaving a trail of her own murky darkness in her wake, wracking the branches nearby and sending down swirls of autumn leaves. As Nix reached the top of the pillar, where two bright, ruby-red eyes stared maliciously out at the world, a giant, almost formless hand snapped outward, grabbing her throat and halting her in mid-air.

“You’re impressive, little vampire,” Jinx’s dad said in a smoky, gravelly voice. “But not that impressive. You still have much to learn.”

He flung her away. Nix sailed end over end and collided with a nearby tree. Her wings tangled in the upper branches, sending down an even bigger pile of leaves.

By that time, the people in the mall parking lot had noticed the battle and had started racing in their direction, and Jinx, cringing in the bushes beside Isaac, wondered about human nature. Weren’t people supposed to run away from danger, not toward it? Yet the citizens of Sky City stubbornly began clustering together, alone, in pairs, even families with children, just to watch the angry swirl of darkness rising above the parking lot. It was no wonder to him that there were so many crimes in Sky City; the people here were too stupid to live.

Soon a few small dots appeared in the sky. Jinx recognized these as The Alliance, the coalition of Supers that watched over Sky City. He immediately picked out the white streak that indicated that Supernova was on his way, or the new Supernova, anyway—the original having died during the Battle of Two Moons. Behind him appeared his sidekick, The Rocket, and farther out the all-terrain Sky Vehicle that was ushering the non-flying Atlas and The Earthmover to the scene of the battle.

“I think it would be best to get out of here,” Jinx suggested, staring at the angry, roiling cloud that was his dad as he turned his attention on The Alliance. “Those stupid Supers will be here any second, and you just know they’re gonna blame us for this.”

Isaac straightened up. “Well, technically, it is our fault,” he said as he went to the tree where Nix, now Nikki, was tangled up. He gave it a shake, but although Nikki squeaked in surprise, it didn’t dislodge her, so Isaac grabbed the base of the tree and started to uproot it slowly, inch by inch.

Jinx watched, fairly impressed by Isaac’s show of strength. “It’s not our fault those chuckleheads blame us for this shit. It’s not like I asked to be the son of Satan, or you wanted your dad to do to you…what he did to you.” He knew how sensitive his friend was about that and chose not to elaborate.

Isaac gave Jinx a poignant look as he pulled the tree out of the ground as easily as a child pulling a candle off a birthday cake. Nikki screamed as he lowered the tree so his sister could untangle her hair. “Look, man, you know I’d go anywhere with you, Nikki too, but you can’t let your old man keep pushing you around like this.”

Jinx glared back. “Says the kid who won’t try out for hockey because his dad would pitch a fit.”

“This isn’t the same thing.” Isaac pointed toward the darkness, which was kicking up quite a wind.

Leaves and loose branches swirled past them and caught in their hair. Satan, having realized The Alliance was on their way, was making quite a show. The shoppers gathered in the parking lot, finally realizing there was a real danger involved, had begun backing up, though not quickly enough. Satan was growing larger by the moment and Jinx realized that his dad was on a roll, shaking his fist at The Alliance as Supernova, in full Nephilim form and looking especially angelic, descended to do battle with his archenemy.

He watched the other members of The Alliance descending, ready to mix it up with their old enemy. “Fine. You look after Nikki. I’ll take care of this.” He glanced up once at the roiling darkness looming over them, then turned and dived straight into it.


Jinx stood in the eye of the storm and stared down at his feet where a handgun—he was pretty sure it was a high-powered magnum—was lying on the pavement. He grabbed up the gun and checked it for ammo. Yep, it was a .44, so big he could feel the strain in his wrists when he hefted its weight. “You’re my son, Jinx. I just want what’s best for you,” came his dad’s needling voice in his head. He didn’t have to include the implied threat—that he was going to level the city until Jinx made him proud.

“Yeah, Dad. You and everyone else,” he said and tucked it inside the waistband of his jeans, pulled his hoodie down over the bulge, and headed for the convenience store across the street, leaving Satan to do battle with The Alliance and create a distraction for him.

Inside the store, the single, remaining patron was hovering by the door, peeking out at the ensuing battle in the parking lot of the mall, and the clerk stood behind the counter at the back. She was a girl his age, though one he didn’t know. She was paging through a battered copy of Sixteen and talking on her cell phone, punctuating her sentences with noncommittal “uh-huhs,” and “Yeah, looks like the city’s gonna get busted up again…what’s that?…nah, it’s The Alliance against some big, dark smoke monster. Can’t say if it’s from hell or another planet. Hey, maybe it’s from the hell of another planet? That would be different…”

Jinx kept his head down, his hood up, and feigned interest in the candy aisle as he slowly migrated toward the counter. His heart was running like a clock in his chest and his palms were sweating so badly he had to keep wiping them on the outside of his hoodie. The girl gave him a bored look as he approached, clearly unimpressed with his appearance. He really couldn’t blame her. After all, it was hard to compete with the show outside, Satan clashing with The Alliance.

“Gotta go,” the clerk said. “Some burnout with bad hair wants to check out. But I’ll call you right back.” She hung up and gave him an annoyed look.

The comment rankled Jinx. Girls like this one were always making comments like that at school, like he was less than them, like he was less than everyone, and the sudden spurt of anger helped him straighten up and eye the girl menacingly. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” he told her, trying to make his voice as gravelly and as deep as his dad’s.

“Sure, no problem,” she said, checking her text messages.

“And you should look at me when I’m talking to you.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. “Okay, cookie.”

“I mean it. Don’t make me hurt you.”

She finally graced him with her attention. “And you are?”

“Jinx. A black Nephilim.”

“Is that like a gang? You don’t look black.”

Jinx snorted. “I’m not a black man. I’m a black angel.” He thought about unzipping his hoodie and showing off his wings, but he didn’t show anyone those. The day he went to school for the first time, his mom had drunkenly taped them down and warned him to never, ever tell anyone about them, or else they’d put him in a circus.

She looked him up and down like she was having a hard time believing that.

“My dad’s Satan,” Jinx said. “He’s outside, fighting The Alliance.”

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Watch for Book III: Half Life coming soon!