An alternative cover edition for this ASIN can be found here. Working in a creepy mansion surrounded by old books is kind of my dream job, but this might be too creepy—even for me. They asked weird interview questions like “Have you ever seen a dead body”, I swear I heard a woman screaming last night, and I’m sure the owner is hiding something—like why he hired me as a librarian in the first place. But I can’t quit now. If I miss rent again my boyfriend will finally kick ol’ broke Kendra (me) to the curb and into hobodom. Plus, it’s great inspiration for my writing. I just hope I don’t end up starring in a gothic horror story of my own… Anyways, I’ll update y’all here in my blog. The Secret Name is book 1 in the Kendra Temples: The Demonic Diaries series. Note: This book was originally released as The Secret Name by Kendra Temples

I’m obsessed with traveling to a hell dimension to stalk my dead ex-boyfriend. Getting in a float tank and transporting to a scifi-fantasy hellscape inside my head isn’t exactly a normal obsession for a girl in her early twenties—social media addiction would be an improvement—but I’m not exactly a normal girl. I’m Kendra Temples, a horror writer with a serious case of grief and PTSD from a real-life exorcism gone wrong. And right when I was about switch to a hobby that won’t get me committed, something happened that made me question if this other dimension really is “just my imagination”. And if it’s not—that means he’s not really dead. To find out for sure, I’ll have to return to the mansion, where the most traumatic night of my life happened, and risk my current real-world relationship. Anyways, as always with my weird life: I’ll update you guys in my blog. It's Buffy meets Jodorowsky's Dune… in hell! Hellcrafter is book 2 in the Kendra Temples: The Demonic Diaries series. Book 1 is available for free on Amazon.

I'm blacking out and waking up in dangerous places, not knowing what I've done. And going to goth clubs, creepy rich guy parties, and experimental music shows with my formerly possessed, amnesiac roommate isn't helping the situation much. Yea, I'm partying, but I swear I'm not doing any drugs—that's not why I'm passing out—I stick to a couple of good ol' cheap, American beers. I am starting to worry that something is very wrong with me, though. And the trouble I'm getting into during my blackouts is getting more and more extreme. I'm lucky I haven't been jailed... yet. After battling evil spirits and traveling to hell dimensions, is your girl Kendra finally starting to crack? Well, if witnessing the unique train wreck that's my life is the kind of thing that gets you off, you're gonna want to read my blog.