Blogs are a great tool to introduce you to new authors, something I try my best to do. There are so many interesting authors out there putting out great reads that it’s easy to get lost in the crowd.
So, let me introduce you to BC Brown, a wonderful writer I met through our mutual friend, J. Travis Grundon. BC has a bunch of her work out there now, which you might want to pick up and give a read. So without further intrusion from me, here’s some info on BC!
BC Brown is the author of A Touch of Darkness and A Touch of Madness, both Abigail St. Michael novels. Her work has been included in three, multi-author anthologies – Fracas: A Collection of Short Friction, Quixotic: Not Everyday Love Stories, and A Chimerical World: Tales of the Seelie Court. She has published a dark fantasy novel, Sister Light, Book One: Of Shadows previously under the pen name B.B. Walter.
She lives in Arizona on tequila and gummy bear-related products. She spends her free time bicycling, performing in Community Theater, and spends way too much time on karaoke, Star Trek, and Doctor Who. She is legendary for her mismatched sock collection. Her foul mouth and lack of filter has gotten her into hot water in the past. She will no longer discuss the “big booty ho” incident of 2012.
BC has upcoming work with the Abigail St. Michael novels entitled A Touch of Emptiness. More of her work will be released in a general fiction novella entitled Feather in a Hurricane and a dark fantasy novel, Of Shadows.
Sister Light, Book One: Of Shadows (published under B.B. Walter – out of print) – 2007
A Touch of Darkness – 2010
Fracas: A Collection of Short Friction – 2011
A Touch of Madness – 2012
Quixotic: Not Everyday Love Stories – 2013
A Chimerical World: Tales of the Seelie Court – 2014
Multiple Blog Articles – Foci: Author Improvement and Education – 2007-current
“This author defies convention by shocking the reader.” – P.M. Russell, author of The Wormhole Adventures: Travel is Relative
“BC is amazingly imaginative.” – Wendy Strain, freelance author
“[BC Brown] is a refreshing change of pace.” – Stephanie Johnson, author of Eveningshade
Individual Book Reviews:
(About A Touch of Darkness) “A witty page turner and will keep you guessing right up until the end! BC Brown combines a snarky sense of humor, intelligent wit, and an exotic ‘touch’ to this murder mystery. Add the elements of romance, and the reader is left wanting more at the end. A definite recommended read!” – Molly Daniels, author of Balancing Act
(About A Touch of Madness) “This book has definitely been worth the wait! Every time you think you’ve got the plot figured out, the author throws you another curve ball! It’s one unexpected turn after another that keeps you on the edge of your seat.” – reader review
(About Sister Light, Book One: Of Shadows) “Sister Light is aimed at intelligent readers who want something that has all the rumor of a classic but also an unrefined real-world depth. This author defies convention by shocking the reader with disturbing imagery and gothic vengeance.” – P.M. Russell, author of The Wormhole Adventures: Travel is Relative
(About A Chimerical World: Tales of the Seelie Court) “It’s not the most even of collections but I did enjoy this anthology of fairy tales, urban fantasy, and magical realism. Particular standouts include: “The Beggar-Knight and the Lady Perilous” by Matthew A. Timmins, “Extra-Ordinary” by BC Brown, “Dead Fairy Doormat” by George S. Walker. All of these stories have the right mix of material and attitude, but Timmins story, in particular, strikes me as a good blending of a Grimm style story with a more modern aesthetic.” – reader review
A Touch of Darkness Blurb:
Urban Fantasy – Paranormal Mystery – Romantic Suspense
Abigail St. Michael, a former cop, has joined the recently growing ranks of metaphysicals, individuals with abilities outside that of normal human nature. When a murderer stalks her town killing children, Abbey uses her ability of touch clairvoyance to hunt him down. Her only roadblock is that her villain seems to have his own unique talent, the ability to ‘wipe’ his victims and their surroundings of any metaphysical energy. With little physical evidence and no supernatural evidence, Abbey is forced to rely on luck and instinct to solve the case. However both seem to have taken a permanent vacation as the victims keep piling up with the killer’s escalating blood lust.
A Touch of Darkness Excerpt:
**Explicit Language, Some Graphic Imagery**
I’d gotten the call on my work cell. I actually have a second that I carried for just police work. For a while, my advisory jobs had become so hectic that the calls began to outnumber my personal ones. Davis had spoken to the police chief and gotten the force to foot the bill for a company phone.
Everyone referred to it as the “Bat Signal.”
Davis called me in and, almost a week after the incident, I walked the crime scene for the first time. I was more than a little pissed. I was even more pissed when I arrived on the crime scene amidst a light drizzle.
Rain is a problem for individuals with my unique talents. Water washes away metaphysical energy as quickly as it washes away physical evidence. A violent event can get trapped for longer but eventually time and the elements fade the energy no matter how violent the event. I mean, I’m not still picking up shit from the Manson murders or anything.
Once I arrived on the crime scene, I was doubtful I’d pick up anything left over. I told Davis my doubts. He encouraged me to try, regardless; he always encouraged me to try. It was his special talent, I guess. So I slipped off my special-made gloves.
Clothing doesn’t always protect me from seeing impressions, but the gloves were a damned sight better than my walking around bare-skinned. That would land me back in the funny farm in no time. Trust me, I know, I’d been there once already. I had once brushed up against a woman who beat her two children on a twice-daily basis. I felt her glee as she did it; her happiness as she felt their little bones crunch under her/my hands…
Davis knew my doubts, but I did my job. I slipped off my sweet Italian, designer gloves and touched everything in sight. The railing, the stairs, the curb where he’d busted his damned head, and… nothing. Nada, zip, nein – no pun intended, Mr. Schleck. There was nothing left to see. I told my ex-boss as much, but I was wrong.
There was a cat.