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I’m seeking bloggers and readers to help me launch The Bedwetter: Journal of a Budding Psychopath on May 1, 2019.

If you’re willing to help, please fill out the following form and click Submit. Choose if you’re willing to:

  • Advertise the release with links on your blog on May 1 or shortly thereafter
  • Read a free copy of the book and write an advance review, posting it on Amazon, Goodreads, Facebook, your blog, or elsewhere
  • Both

Thanks for your help. I appreciate it!



Seeking Advance Reviewers for THE BEDWETTER

The Bedwetter CoverWant to read a FREE book?

I’m seeking advance reviewers for my forthcoming horror/psychological thriller, THE BEDWETTER, due out in May.

How does it work?

I will send you a free copy of the book, you read it, and write an honest review.

Then, soon after the book is released and available to the general public, you post your review online in as many places as you can:

  • Amazon
  • Barnes & Noble
  • Goodreads
  • Your writer’s blog (if you have one)
  • Facebook
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This would help me a great deal in launching the book, and did I mention you get a free copy?

If you’re interested, contact me at https://leeallenhoward.com/contact-lee/.

Read more about THE BEDWETTER at https://leeallenhoward.com/the-bedwetter/.

Thanks for your help and support!

Cover Reveal: THE BEDWETTER

The Bedwetter CoverI’ve been working hard at getting my latest horror/psychological thriller, THE BEDWETTER, ready for release.

A few weeks ago I had Jeffrey Kosh redo the cover for DEATH PERCEPTION, and I loved it. He created another good one for THE BEDWETTER, revealed here for the first time.

The manuscript is in the hands of beta readers right now. After incorporating any final changes, I hope to release the book in May 2019.

To read more about THE BEDWETTER, click here.

You can find Jeffrey Kosh here.

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Throughout the month of February 2019, sign up for my private email Death Perception Proofnewsletter, and you’ll be entered to win a proof copy of DEATH PERCEPTION.

I recently had new cover artwork done and ordered this proof (with a “Not for Resale” banner on the cover) to check it out. It looks great, and there are no marks or notices in the pages of the book. This piece is a signed collector’s item.

Drawing for the winner will be on March 1, 2019.

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Seeking Beta Readers for THE BEDWETTER

I’m seeking beta readers for a 52,000-word psychological thriller/horror novel.

Pay is involved. Contact me if you’re interested in being a beta reader. Thanks.

THE BEDWETTER by Lee Allen Howard

Journal of a budding psychopathPanties Ad
Armed with electric hair trimmers and a military fighting knife,
Russell accepts his dark commission.

Russell Pisarek is twenty-six years old and still wets the bed. He grew up different from other young men because his vicious mother punished him for wetting by shaving his head. When he confided this to his girlfriend Tina, she betrayed him, advertising his problem to all their high school classmates, who turned on him mercilessly. He took out his frustration by skinning neighborhood cats.

Now fixated on paying women back, Russell fantasizes about finding just the right girl—so he can shave her bald. He struggles to overcome his dark tendencies, but when his sister discovers he’s wetting again, she kicks him out of her house.

During this time of stress, the mythical Piss Fairy appears in his dreams, and Russell is driven to satisfy his twisted desires with his innocent coworker Uma, who also needs a new roommate.

When his plans go awry, the Piss Fairy commissions him for a much darker task that graduates him from shaving to scalping—and worse.

Warning!

This novel depicts intense violence, hardcore horror, and disturbing psychological terror in the vein of such works as Jack Ketchum’s The Girl Next Door, Cormac McCarthy’s Child of God, Joyce Carol Oates’ Zombie, and Jim Thompson’s The Killer Inside Me.

Although THE BEDWETTER is a fascinating in-depth character study into the mind and actions of a misogynistic and homophobic psychopath, the story events are vicious and brutal, the language coarse, and the approach to their reporting is cold and unflinching.

This book is not for the faint of heart or those easily offended by language, sex, or violence. Read at your own risk.

Read the first chapter

Seeking Beta Readers for DEAD CEMETERY

I’m seeking beta readers for a 75,000-word gay romance/horror novel.

Contact me if you’re interested in being a beta reader or writing a book review. Thanks.

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Winged Beast

Dead Cemetery by Lee Allen Howard

Jarod Huntingdon wants more than anything to have a family with children of his own, yet he’s unable to commit to his girlfriend and doesn’t know why.

He returns home to the remote rural community of Annastasis Creek for a season of soul-searching where he encounters his childhood friend, Scotty McPherson, and—despite their high school fallout—Jarod finds he’s still attracted to him.

When Scotty’s six-year-old niece, Madison, goes missing, a frantic search ensues. A violent rainstorm traps them in the valley, blocks roads, cuts off all communication, and hampers the hunt.

In the meantime, Jarod learns of a curse as old as he is, first placed on the community after five young people perished in a house fire during the sacrifice of a deformed child.

As the curse takes hold, the dead return to abduct the living, and the abducted turn into monsters.

To appease the curse, defrocked Pentecostal pastor Uriah Zalmon must find another sinner to sacrifice. The Covenant Trustees unanimously select Scotty. Who better to play the scapegoat than an “unrepentant homosexual”?

Faced with losing the love and support of his family and community, Jarod must choose between the life he’s always envisioned and saving Scotty from being sacrificed to a great winged beast hibernating in the bowels of an abandoned church.

Can he rescue his true love and break the curse once and for all?

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THE SIXTH SEED by Lee Allen Howard

THE SIXTH SEED, my dark paranormal novel that’s a mash-up of sci-fi, family drama, alien abduction, and suburban horror, is available for immediate purchase. Brace yourself for protagonist Tom Furst’s fateful vasectomy and then download for more.

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Chapter 1

Tom Furst lay on his back on an examination table in Sterling Health Center, dreading the procedure he was about to undergo.

His mother-in-law had been delighted when he and Melanie were expecting their first child, happy with their second, concerned at their third, disappointed about their fourth, and disgusted when she deduced they were having a fifth. She cornered him alone in the kitchen of her suburban Pittsburgh home last Christmas before the family dinner.

“My Melanie is not a baby factory. Get fixed,” she said, snipping the poultry scissors at his crotch, “or I’ll fix you myself.”

Tom had always used condoms, unaware they weren’t entirely effective. The latest surprise compounded their financial pressures—they simply couldn’t afford any more children. So here he was, lying on an exam table, barely covered by a paper gown.

The door to the exam room clicked open, and a thin red-haired nurse stepped in.

“Mr. Furst? I’m sorry, there’s been a change in plans.”

Tom propped himself on his elbows and adjusted the blue paper over his groin.

“Dr. Lindquist was called away for an emergency. Another doctor is taking his place for the procedure. He’ll be with you in a moment.”

Before Tom could object, the nurse slipped out and shut the door. He swung his legs off the table and sat up.

It was bad enough that his healthcare plan forced him to use their medical facility, but when they switched doctors on him, they were going too far.

He considered dressing and rescheduling the procedure. But he had already arranged for time off work, announced the vasectomy to his mother-in-law, and shaved his crotch as Dr. Lindquist requested. No need to face all that again. Besides, if he left now he might never come back—the instruments on the rollaway cart were making him nervous.

He supposed one urologist was as good as another. Reluctantly, he lay back down.

The door opened, and a tall dark-complected man in a paper smock entered. He approached the table where Tom’s bare legs hung over. Tom leaned up on his elbows again.

“I apologize for the last-minute change.” The doctor’s swift speech flowed smoothly from behind the surgical mask. Over top of it, his eyes were two black marbles embedded in fading bruises.

“I am Dr. Prindar Krakhil. I will perform the procedure this morning.” Krakhil lifted the paper gown.

The doctor’s gaze darted about, and Tom grew uneasy. Had this guy never seen male organs before?

“Good,” Krakhil said and let the paper drop.

The nurse returned as Krakhil stepped to the sink. After washing and drying his hands, he plucked floppy examination gloves from a dispenser on a cabinet. He wriggled into them, snapping the milky material over his long, slender hands, which he finally flexed at arms’ length.

Krakhil rested his wrists on Tom’s knees. “We will start with a local anesthetic on the right side, make an incision, cauterize the right vas deferens, and then repeat the procedure on the left side. After that, I will suture the incisions.”

Krakhil folded back the gown. Tom flushed with embarrassment. Perhaps this was just another procedure for the doctor, but it was the utmost humiliation for Tom, especially with the nurse looking on. Yet, she was also a professional and had probably attended hundreds of vasectomies. If you’ve seen one guy’s bald junk, he supposed, you’ve seen them all.

Krakhil tore open an alcohol swatch. Tom spread his legs, resting his knees against the cold chrome stirrups. Krakhil scrubbed the cool patch in the crease of Tom’s thigh. The fierce antiseptic stung his shaved skin.

Krakhil reached for a hypodermic, poked the needle into a small glass bottle, and withdrew a measure of liquid. Holding the syringe before his dark eyes, he thumbed the plunger.

A few tiny drops arced from the needle, splattering Tom’s abdomen. A chill rushed through him.

“Just relax.” Krakhil’s voice was silken, but something about his manner disturbed Tom.

Krakhil sunk the needle into his groin.

Tom jerked, banging his knees against the stirrups. He gritted his teeth and gripped the table sides, silently praying for the searing pain to stop. His heart thrashed. Cold sweat formed on his forehead.

After a moment the doctor pulled the needle out and pressed gauze on the spot. “Sorry about that.”

Tom looked at the nurse. She was staring wide-eyed at Krakhil, her mouth ajar.

While Tom waited for the mercy of the anesthetic to manifest, the nurse pressed a rectangular gray patch onto his left side. An insulated wire connected it to the table.

“This grounds you for the cauterization,” she said. Her eyes were a creamy blue, the color of the star sapphire on her neck chain.

Krakhil busily swabbed Tom’s privates with Betadine. The feeling faded away. When the doctor finished, he reached a gloved hand between Tom’s legs. “Can you feel this?”

“No,” Tom said, wondering what the doctor was doing. Wringing his scrotum like a dishrag? On second thought, he didn’t want to know.

“I will make the first incision.”

Tom concentrated on breathing slower.

“Do not move.”

Tom laid his head on the padded rest and willed his legs to stop trembling.

Leaning forward, the doctor stared intently below the rumple of paper gown over Tom’s stomach.

He poised the scalpel for the first cut.

 

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What writers are saying:

“Lee Howard stitches together a story where the suspense never lets up.” –Ron Edison

“THE SIXTH SEED abducted my imagination and unsettled me with its pitch-perfect blend of science fiction, body horror and domestic terror. What a weird read!” –Michael A. Arnzen, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of Proverbs for Monsters

“Lee Allen Howard is an imaginative writer with slick, vivid prose and high octane pacing. He writes like no one else, and I mean this in a very good way.” –Trent Zelazny, author of Fractal Despondency

“Howard brings alien invasion up close and personal… buckle up for a thrill ride.” –Scott Nicholson, author of Liquid Fear