Swinging Dick's Saloon, the kind of dive that has way better beers on tap than a hole in the wall like it should have. Like this one It's the kind of place that doesn't have to say it's a dive bar because everyone knows just by looking at the place. Also, any bar that advertises itself as a dive bar is not a dive bar. This is not Swinging Dicks Saloon It's the kind of place where the owner (Dick though he tells people to call him, Richard) is often the drunkest guy in the place, though sometimes he drinks in the bar down the street because the barmaids are hotter. This is not Dick but he is a regular It's the kind of place where the barmaids wear skimpy outfits even when they shouldn't. They do wear more than her but not much more It's the kind of place where the bartender never remembers what your drink of choice is but he believes he does. Not my drink of choice but still pretty good They have live bands on the...

It's that time again. Time for the best five books of 2018. Well, the best five indie pulp fiction books, Okay, maybe not the best, but the best we read. We've included links so you can find out for yourself just how right we are. Both the Dark Lord Satan and Dark Lord Stan agree. In no particular order our favorite books from 2018: Know Me From Smoke - Matt Phillips - Fahrenheit 13 This one is old school noir done right.  The dialog cuts and so do the knives. Convicted killer Royal Atkins finds himself back on the streets and in a relationship with Stella Radney, a singer* whose husband was a victim of Royal's. What could go wrong? Well, a lot, a whole hell of a lot. Find some trouble here Scapegoat - Adam Howe and James Newman - Honey Badger Press A non-stop bit of wrong place and wrong time backwoods horror filled with dark humor, religious fanatics, violence, gore, bizarre rituals, and 80's metal.   Three old friends and former bandmates from thei...

WWJD? He'd read some Bad-Ass Books. Face it, most new years resolutions suck. You aren't going to lose weight. There's a reason you drink too much. If last year didn't rock the arbitrary date declaring it a new year won't change anything. There is something you can do, however (besides resolving never to make resolutions) and it's simple, cheap and fun. Read more books. If you need to get more specific, read more fiction. If you want to get even more specific read indie fiction. Yep, that last part is self-serving. We sell indie fiction and yeah, we want you to buy some. To get you started we're practically giving away some cool books and also literally giving away a few others. Need some action-packed horror?  The New Mexico Institute of Re-Animation  is free all day New Year's day. FREE Prefer some hardboiled noir while nursing that hangover. We've got  Captain Cooker  as a countdown deal until mid-morning and the second ...

A little taste of  The New Mexico Institute of Re-Animation Chandler was looking at the wall when he heard something hit the floor. He assumed the sounds of a struggle were just Eddie going to town with the blade.  He wanted Eddie to kill Bobby on the table, it would make clean up a lot easier. The footsteps he heard next didn’t sound like Eddie’s work shoes. He turned to see a blood-covered Bandsaw Bobby standing over Eddie's body. The knife Eddie was supposed to use on Bobby was in the dead serial killer's fist. “Holy shit,” Chandler said as he started running for the door. Bandsaw Bobby was fast for a dead man. He caught Chandler just before he reached the door by the collar of Chandler’s lab coat. Bandsaw pulled Dr. Chandler within stabbing range and then brought the knife down on the top of Chandler’s head, driving the blade through his skull and into his brain. Bandsaw spun Chandler around with the knife stuck in the top of the doctor’s head so he could l...

We've got a bit of  Todd Morr's  latest horror novella  The New Mexico Institute of Re-Animation  for you on the return of Free Sample Saturday. Enjoy. Chapter 1 - Ashley and Bandsaw Bobby “Remember what we talked about honey, don’t look into his eyes.  The eyes will fool you and make you think he’s a human being like you and me, but he’s not. Aim for his chest and then squeeze the trigger, just like we did at the range.” Ashley nodded and help out her hand. Her father passed her the unloaded Glock 17 and then a magazine full of nine-millimeter cartridges. “You know, you don’t have to do this,” James said to his teenage daughter.    Denise gave James a harsh look, she didn’t come all the way out here to see the little brat back down. James gave her a wink and a reassuring nod. Ashley acted like she didn’t notice the exchange between her father and his former secretary. She tried,  as always, to pretend Denise, who wa...