Saturday, 23 February 2019

Guest Author Bobby Nash of Bethlehem, Georgia.

He’s back!

The Scribbler has the pleasure of hosting Mr. Nash previously when he shared an excerpt from Alexandra Holzer’s Ghost Gal: The Wild Hunt. If you missed Bobby’s first visit, please follow this LINK. We’re happy to have him return for a 4Q Interview and an excerpt from his latest work.

An award-winning author, Bobby Nash writes novels, comic books, short stories, novellas, graphic novels, and the occasional screenplay for a variety of publishers. Bobby is a member of the International Association of Media Tie-in Writers and International Thriller Writers. On occasion, Bobby appears in movies and TV shows, usually standing behind your favorite actor.

He was named Best Author in the 2013 Pulp Ark Awards. Rick Ruby, a character co-created by Bobby & Sean Taylor also snagged Best New Pulp Character of 2013. Bobby has been nominated for the 2014 New Pulp Awards and Pulp Factory Awards for his work. Bobby's novel, Alexandra Holzer's Ghost Gal: The Wild Hunt won a Paranormal Literary Award in the 2015 Paranormal Awards. The Bobby Nash penned episode of Starship Farragut "Conspiracy of Innocence" won the Silver Award in the 2015 DC Film Festival. Bobby's novel, Snow Drive was nominated for Best Novel in the 2018 Pulp Factory Awards. Bobby's story in The Ruby Files Vol. 2 "Takedown" won the 2018 Pulp Factory Award for Best Short Story.

For more information on Bobby Nash please visit him at,, and across social media.

4Q: Many of your stories fit into the horror genre. What draws you to these kind of stories?

BN: I love thrillers. There’s something exciting about feeling that tingle on the back of your neck or that creepy feeling going up your spine while reading a thriller that gets the blood pumping. As a writer, if I can evoke those kind of feelings in my readers without the atmospheric music or mood lighting, I an a happy writer.

4Q: You’ve co-written several novels with Chuck Miller. Tell us about that experience.

BN: Not really. Chuck and I have never co-written anything together. He and I both have a story in The Avenger Double Feature. We did not collaborate on the writing of the book, but we did work together to promote it, did some podcasts together, that sort of thing.

4Q: Please share a childhood anecdote or memory.

BN: For a time, my mom was a stay at home mom. My brother was two years old at the time. I was at school. My dad was at work. Mom went to wash some dishes and looked out the window over the sink and saw a monkey standing on the wooden fence that separated our front yard from our back yard. Suffice to say, this confused her as we did not own a monkey.

Calls to animal control, the police, etc. yielded no results. None of them believed my parents when they called, assuming it was a prank. So, for two weeks in 1982, I had a monkey living in my back yard. To our parent’s frustration, I, and the other local neighborhood kids, played with it, fed it, and generally had a ball knowing we had a monkey.
Eventually, my parents called a local news channel. They did a story on the monkey living in our back yard. Suddenly, animal control and the police took the report seriously and swarmed into the neighborhood like stormtroopers, terrifying the monkey, which led them on a merry chase. The irony is, any of us kids could have walked the monkey right to them, but they chose another way. Sadly, the scare tactics works and the monkey bit someone and was then killed. It wasn’t rabid, thankfully, but we learned after the fact that it had been pregnant, which made it even more tragic. The prevailing theory was that it had been a pet someone had let loose in the wild. That has never been confirmed, but it makes as good of a theory as anything else.

4Q: When we visit your website, there is an invitation to support your writing by visiting Patreon. Tell us about this.

BN: Patreon is a site where patrons of the arts can support their favorite creators with a monthly donation to help them continue creating. The creators offer up specials for their patrons as well. My patrons who pledge $5 or more are enrolled in the ebook of the month club. They get one of my books each month, plus patrons get new books as they release in ebook form. Some months, it’s one book. Others, it’s four or five. I also run a weekly serialized novel as a patreon exclusive. Patrons get a chapter each week. When it’s finished, they will get the ebook also and then it will be put on sale to the general public. They also get sneak peeks at upcoming projects, behind the scenes info, giveaways, and discounts on books. In return, the little bit of money helps me buy books, go to conventions, or maybe pay a bill here or there. I have patron tiers at $1, $3, $5, $10, and $20, or patrons can choose a custom amount. You can learn more about my Patreon page at

4Q: Anything else you’d like to mention?

BN: I appreciate everyone who has visited me on social media, patreon, at conventions, visited my websites, bought and/or read my books, and left reviews. It is appreciated.

My small press imprint, BEN Books recently got a new website. You can visit the new BEN Books at for news and updates. There are several BEN Books releases coming in 2019, including collections of my older stories.
You can learn about all of my upcoming books at and/or sign up for my monthly NASH NEWS email newsletter at

Written by Bobby Nash

(copyright held by author - used with permission) 

Abraham Snow knew he was about to die--
--and the thought of it pissed him off to no end.

Everything had been going according to plan.

Before it all went to hell, everything was moving forward as laid out. The meet was set. All of the details had been checked and rechecked. Every i had been dotted, every t crossed. It had taken him years to get this far inside, but he was finally getting a face to face with Miguel Ortega. The man was a ghost, a legend. Ortega was a phantom that law enforcement operatives all over the world had been chasing for decades. No one had even come close to catching the elusive Miguel Ortega despite the fact that he was rumored to have his hands in everything from the drug trade to arms dealings and human trafficking to murder for hire. There was a good reason for this, however, and Agent Snow was one of a select few people alive that knew the truth.

Miguel Ortega was an alias.

It was a code name frequently used by less than reputable men and women who preferred to remain anonymous while keeping their questionable business dealings close to the vest. This alias provided the Ortega’s of the world with a sense of security. Snow had finally made it past the middlemen and low-level goons inside the organization belonging to the Miguel Ortega he was after.

That’s how Abraham Snow, in his alias as James Shepperd, found himself standing on the blisteringly hot tarmac of a tiny smuggler’s airfield in the middle of a South American jungle in a suit, sans tie, standing next to a beautiful woman named Daniella Cordoza. She was Ortega’s right hand and was as dangerous as she was alluring in her formfitting custom dress. They both stood out of place against the jungle backdrop. Snow didn’t trust her, but he needed Cordoza to get to her employer.

One minute everything was going according to plan.

The next-- well, the next minute was not so good. Time moved as though it was trapped in amber. The man in the white suit was all smiles as they walked to meet one another across the airstrip’s tarmac. Snow was finally getting his face to face. It was the first step in the final chapter of his undercover operation.

Agent Snow.” the man said once he was within earshot.

It took half a second to realize what he had said. Snow did a double take. Ortega had called him by his real name, Abraham Snow, not the James Shepperd alias he had been working under the past eighteen months. How the hell does he know my name?

I think you’ve got me mixed up with someone else, Mr. Ortega. My name is…” Snow started, but it was no use. He could tell by the man’s demeanor that there would be no fast-talking his way out of this one.

His cover was blown.

Somehow, someway, someone had sold him out. The list of possible rats was small. Only a handful of people knew his true identity and most of them he had known and trusted for years. His mind raced through the possible scenarios-- a leak inside the Pentagon or the CIA, a compromised asset, or a mistake he’d made himself, a slip up that had given him away. Each of these played across his mind in less time than it took to realize how deep in the shit he was at that moment.

He was all alone.

There was no backup close by, no one to swoop in and save the day.

Snow reached for the gun tucked into his belt behind his back.

Ortega moved faster.

Still smiling, he pulled the Glock-30 from a shoulder holster and squeezed the trigger. 

Snow felt the first impact, but it wasn’t until the second that he realized he had been shot. The next thing he knew, he was knocked off his feet, flying backward through the air. Snow dropped to the asphalt, unmoving, blood leaking out of two very large holes in his body. A tingling sensation in his extremities told him that the blood loss was substantial. Despite the humid clime, he felt a chill run through him.

He was dying.

Ortega had only fired three shots. The first clipped Agent Snow’s arm, spinning him around. The second missed completely. The third hit its mark, center mass.

Snow stared up into a brilliant blue sky punctuated with a few fluffy white clouds as blood pooled beneath him. Above him, Ortega and his companion stood and looked down at him. He was smiling, but she wasn’t. That surprised him. Although they had been intimate with one another, neither of them had pretended it was anything more than a physical convenience. For him, she had simply been another asset to get him closer to his target.

Mission accomplished.

He had found Ortega.

Surprisingly, he didn’t finish the job. After a moment, Miguel Ortega shook his head, turned and walked away, out of Snow’s line of sight, presumably back to his plane. Daniella Cordoza stayed a moment longer and he thought he saw sadness in her eyes, although he couldn’t be sure of anything as he lay there gasping for air.

And then she was gone.

He assumed she had a plane to catch.

Snow’s vision grayed around the edges as he struggled to catch his breath. Then, surprisingly, followed the sensation of flight, as if gravity no longer held sway over him. Trees and clouds flashed past his vision at dizzying speeds until gravity re
asserted itself and he crashed back to Earth.
And just like that it was all over.

All that remained was darkness--
--and pain.

© 2019 Bobby Nash and BEN Books

Thank you Bobby for being our guest once more. Good luck with all your writing.

My pleasure. Thanks for having me.

Sunday, 17 February 2019

Guest Author Patrick Bowmaster of Massachusetts, US

Patrick is a published author who has generously agreed to be our guest this week with a 4Q Interview and is sharing an excerpt from What the Little Dog Witnessed: The True Crime of Ed Hubbard & Willie Roberts from Pulpular Media.

Patrick Bowmaster is an experienced freelance historian and writer who has written for both scholarly and popular audiences and published widely. His writing has been cited in at least thirty historical works including four books published by university presses, two Ph.D. dissertations, two scholarly bibliographies and one foreign language title. Patrick's unpublished research and graduate student writing can be found in the collections of several leading research universities and other prominent repositories. He has been mentioned in the acknowledgments of nine historical works. Patrick is a career archivist and records manager who holds both an M.L.I.S. and an M.A. in History. He is a native of New York who now lives with his wife, child and a cat in Massachusetts.

4Q: You’re quoted as a “crime writer”. What do you think draws us as readers and authors to writer and/or read about crime?

PB: We all agree that in order to have a civilization we need a certain amount of laws. Most of us feel that obeying these laws is our duty as good citizens since we elected the people who made them. I believe that those who view things differently and act outside of the law are interesting to the rest of us. I also feel that studying crime makes us better equipped to avoid becoming the victim of crime.

4Q: Please tell us about your writing, what inspires you?

PB: I discovered a long time ago that if you publish on something about which little or nothing is known, you become the authority on the subject. I’m inspired to write on topics that allow me to break new ground. My aim has always been to write on complex subjects in such a way that the average reader of nonfiction will find it both understandable and enjoyable.

4Q: Please share a childhood memory or anecdote.

PB: When I was almost four, I went with my family on a vacation to the Walt Disney World Resort, in Orlando, Florida. We stayed at the Fort Wilderness Campground. I loved playing in a series of log forts on a playground at the campground. I have a very clear memory of it. Something that I do not recall about the same trip is that I somehow ended up getting on a tram without my family. I had to make the loop and come back to where I got on. I gave them such a scare that they never forgot it.

4Q: What’s next for Patrick Bowmaster, the author.

PB: I am currently seeking a publisher for a book I am writing on my uncle. His name was Harry J. Schmitt. He was the type of person who seemed to be good at everything and wanted to be the best at everything he did. As a very young boy he won yo-yo championships. He was an expert musician and had a good singing voice. He tested so high on an IQ test that he was able to combine three years of junior high school into two and begin college when he was only 16. In addition to being a star student he was also a star athlete. He played varsity baseball in high school and college and was offered tryouts by two major league baseball teams. He graduated as the top Air Force ROTC cadet at Queens College in 1956. He wanted to be a jet pilot but an inner year issue disqualified him. 

He trained as a navigator and played semiprofessional baseball while doing so. The year before he died he decided to go to Harvard Law school. His ultimate dream was to go into politics. He lost his life after ejecting from a Northrop F-89 Scorpion fighter-interceptor jet. My family has an incredible collection of documents, artifacts and photographs related to my uncle. His story will be illustrated richly.

An Excerpt from What the Little Dog Witnessed: The True Crime of Ed Hubbard & Willie Roberts.

This is how Pulpular Publishing describes Patrick’s book;

"A conniving couple finds a deadly way to rid a farmer of his wealth, but the little dog Jim isn’t going to let them get away with murdering his master. Career convict and con artist Ed Hubbard and his accomplice Willie Roberts, a young and attractive prostitute, set out to play a long game against the farmer Pleas Burns, who owned a spread on the Spring River in Arkansas. But Willie grows tired of waiting and pressures Hubbard to “fix the old man.” Even with a backstory of multiple marriages, extramarital affairs, an incompetent judge, an extremely messy divorce, a death sentence, two jail breaks, incest, a connection to one of the most infamous criminal gangs of the 1930s, three murders, a terrible miscarriage of justice, and two sensational murder trials, the most fascinating part of the story is an amazing and heroic canine."

Not long after dawn on June 30, 1905, an elderly, wealthy farmer
named William Pleasant “Pleas” Burns and his houseguest of the
previous several days, Edward “Ed” Hubbard, walked a short
distance to Burns’s Ferry on the Spring River, about two miles north of the town
of Black Rock, in Lawrence County, Arkansas.

Burns unlocked the skiff that served as his ferryboat and he and Hubbard
began boarding. A loud bark resounded from under the stairs to the backdoor of
the farmhouse. It was Jim, a little, scraggly black-and-white mutt, the farmer’s loyal
companion. He had just awoken, bounded down to the water and attempted to
join the men on the boat.

Don’t let’s take the dog,” said Hubbard, giving poor Jim a kick. “He might
follow me after we get across and get lost.”

It was Jim’s usual practice to accompany his master when passengers were
ferried across the river. He had done so on countless occasions. But the kick
deterred him, and as the skiff left the riverbank, he remained behind. Jim’s
whimpering betrayed the fact that he was not at all happy about this. Twice, the
scrappy little canine dove into the river and swam toward the boat. Both times
Hubbard drove him off.

As the ferryboat neared the midpoint of the Spring River, Burns was on his
feet when Hubbard moved toward him from behind. With a shove he attempted
to force the farmer into the water. Burns fell forward, a portion of his body in
the water and the remainder in the skiff. His life in jeopardy, he tried to right
himself. But the twenty-one-year-old Hubbard was nearly fifty years younger than
the feeble, elderly man and had little difficulty grabbing Burns by both feet and
flipping him over the side into the river.

For your readers wanting to know more about Patrick and his writing, please follow these links.

Facebook Author’s Page: Patrick Bowmaster’s Author’s Page

Facebook: Patrick A. Bowmaster

Twitter: @PBowmaster

My blog about my book:

My Amazon link:

Thank you Patrick for being our guest this week. Best of luck in your future stories & Happy Writing.

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Saturday, 9 February 2019

Guest Author Angela Wren of the UK.

Like Mysterys? I do too!

So this week, we are pleased to have Angela Wren as our guest. She has kindly agreed to a 4Q Interview and is sharing a brief extract from Montbel.

Having followed a career in Project and Business Change Management, I now work as an Actor and Director at a local theatre. I’ve been writing, in a serious way, since 2010. My work in project management has always involved drafting, so writing, in its various forms, has been a significant feature throughout my adult life.
I particularly enjoy the challenge of plotting and planning different genres of work. My short stories vary between contemporary romance, memoir, mystery and historical. I also write comic flash-fiction and have drafted two one-act plays that have been recorded for local radio. The majority of my stories are set in France where I like to spend as much time as possible each year.

4Q: We met on Susan Toy’s recommendation page and as a result I have ordered the first novel in your Detective Jacques Forêt series, Messandrierre. I was intrigued by the subject matter and look forward to reading it. Tell us about your detective.

AW: Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story. Jacques is a really great guy. He began his police career in the Judiciaire (the equivalent of Scotland Yard in London) in Paris and quickly became an Inspecteur Principal (in the British police that would be the rank of Detective Inspector). But, while working on a particular case he was injured, and it took him some time to recover from the wound. It also caused him to re-assess his life and his priorities. After talking to his boss, he secured a post in the rural gendarmerie, moved to the Cévennes in south-central France and that's the location for Messandrierre.

Jacques is intelligent, he loves puzzles, and he is steely and determined. He always gets the baddies, and he does that through honest hard work and carefully following the evidence. He can be a bit of a maverick, though, if feels he needs to be and that it will deliver the desired result.

He has his flaws, too, as we all do. You'll never find him taking a lift as he always uses the stairs. He also has a grudging acceptance of computers and technology, but he recognises the usefulness of such aids. He's always very fair and honest in his dealings with the villagers in Messandrierre, and can be relied upon when one of the local farmers needs a helping hand… and the rest; I'll let you find out for yourself, Allan.

*** Since the interview was prepared by Angela and myself, I did receive Messandrierre and read it. A terrific story. 

4Q: I compliment you on your cover choices. Please tell us about their development.

Photo by Angela Wren
AW: Thanks, I absolutely love them too. My publisher, Crooked Cat, did the artwork. We had an exchange of emails about the look and feel of the covers. I was very keen that we tried to capture the loneliness and silence of that part of France. It is an upland area, and the actual village that I use as my model for my fictional village of Messandrierre sits at around a 1000m above sea-level. The landscape is pear-green in spring and jewelled by clumps of genêt; it gets parched by the scorching summer sun, the acres of trees become a rich tapestry of red, gold and brown in autumn and in winter, if the wind is from the east, the snow can come early and stay late.

Because of the geography, the towns and villages are small and sparse. The city of Mende, despite being the préfecture for the département of Lozère, only has a population of around 13,000. By comparison, Leeds in Yorkshire, is a town of equal importance and has a population of 780,000. In the books, I try to convey that smallness along with the impact of the geography on the ordinary people who live there. So, my characters have to endure the changeable, and sometimes challenging, weather. And, it was an overnight change in the weather that sparked the initial idea for the whole series of books. On September 27th, 2007 I woke up to snow and a stunningly beautiful landscape covered in a glistening white blanket. Shortly afterwards, my thoughts turned to murder and how easy it would be to hide one's misdeeds with snow.

All of this was also conveyed to my publisher through our e-discussions, and I sent them some photos too so that they could get a real feel for the area. About four months later I opened an email and saw the cover of Messandrierre for the first time, and I was bowled over with delight. I even cried… but just a bit.

4Q: Please share a childhood memory or anecdote.

AW: I suppose one of my most enduring memories is of being taken to Foyles bookstore on Charing Cross Road in London by my Dad. I was about 4, and I was told that I could choose a book for myself. I remember being completely over-awed by the acres and acres of shelves and books. I did eventually make a selection, and that little rag book went with me everywhere for some considerable time afterwards. It was so frequently read that my Mum used to put it in the washing machine and iron it for me! Sadly, I no longer have it so, if I didn't read it to destruction, then the washing machine must have done the job instead. However, that visit to Foyles, set me on the path of becoming a collector and my house is full of shelves which in turn are full of books and I can happily spend hour after hour in bookstores.

4Q: Tells us about your favorite authors and inspirations.

AW: Wow! That's a really big question and who do I choose? I guess I have to start with the brothers Grimm, Perrault and Anderson. I loved fairy tales as a child, and I still do. I even write them occasionally. Shakespeare has to be on my list too. I've been reading, learning and reciting him since I was six years old. At one point I even decided I was going to be Shakespeare when I grew up! I'm still working on that one. At about 12/13, I discovered Agatha Christie, and then I read everything she had written including her short stories. I still re-read her books from time to time. Dickens, Wilkie Collins, D H Lawrence, Thomas Hardy, Nathaniel Hawthorne and of course, Austin and the Brontes. More modern writers that I love are Minette Walters, James Patterson, Peter James, John Grisham. Oh, I almost forgot, I'm an absolute Robert Louis Stevenson groupie.

An excerpt from, Montbel, my third Jacques Forêt mystery.

la lettre

families fracture, Monsieur Forêt. No one desires it or intends it, but it happens. A harsh, unforgiving word begets a rash and revengeful action, and a sliver of ice takes hold in a dark corner of the hearts of those at odds with each other. And there it wedges itself, the frost gradually deepening and destroying. One of us has to stop the cold, as this impasse can continue no longer. I have to put things right with my son, Monsieur…

june 3rd, 2011

For those interested in knowing more about Angela and her writing, please follow these links.

Amazon UK

Amazon US

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Goodreads : Angela Wren

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Thank you Angela for being our guest this week. I look forward to more of your stories. Happy Writing!

Thank you, Allan, and I hope regular readers enjoy the post.