Author Kristen Duvall stops by with Femmes du Chaos, only feeding into my current paranormal/sci-fi obsession

So, Halloween is what, tomorrow at this point?  The Rowdy Boys are anti-Halloween this year, so there’s not going to be any dressing up or Trick or Treating for us.  Well, I’ll be dressing up.  Because that’s how I roll.  Anyway, as I continue to cheat on historical fiction with Random Contemporary, I’m at the height of my infatuation with all things paranormal.  A forty-eight hour Halloween/Friday the 13th marathon on AMC?  Heck yeah!  Stephen King wrote a sequal to The Shining and it’s only $21 at Target?  Hot damn!

In honor of Halloween and the paranormal and sci-fi genres, author Kristen Duvall was gracious enough to stop by today with a sneak peek of her new release, Femmes Du Chaos!


They messed with the wrong girl this time.

From heroes to villains, Femmes du Chaos sets out to show the world what the fairer sex is really made of. You’ll meetfrontpaperback women of all ages and from many different walks of life… Warriors and schoolgirls, side-by-side in one place. One thing connects them all, and that is their ambition. Whether they use their ambition for good or evil, well that’s for them to decide. Gritty, fantastical and sometimes uncomfortable to read, Femmes du Chaos is a tour de force that holds nothing back. There will be violence and there will be blood.

Here are a few of the femmes you’ll meet in this thrilling collection:

Sylvia: The bounty hunter with a dark past who is hellbent on revenge. When the justice system fails her, she sets out to correct their mistakes.

Layla: The ballerina who wants to be a star who’s spent her life being overshadowed and under-appreciated. What happens when she stumbles across magic that makes her sister the star she’s longed to be for so long? Let’s just say, you’ve never seen sibling rivalry like this before.

Mallory: A young girl who can see the future in her dreams. She’s saved lives in the past, and her dreams are warning her to not return to the world they all left behind. Faced with starvation, no one wants to believe her about the multitude of horrors that wait for them above. After all, monsters don’t exist… Or do they?

Some will survive and come out stronger in the end… And some will let the darkness consume them. After all, no two girls are ever alike.


Sneak Peeks!

Bonnie and Clyde

The dream was always the same.

A single yelp of pain that forever echoed in Sylvia’s ears. A streak of crimson left by Bonnie as she’d crawled for help; help that didn’t arrive soon enough. Even in the dream, it never did.

Bonnie was dead. Murdered.

Sylvia woke up drenched in sweat, just as she had that hot July morning when she’d heard the awful cry followed by peals of drunken laughter.

She’d tried to chase the bastards down, but the cops had gotten to them first. They were lucky.

Two years in prison. Two measly years was all they’d served.

The Price You Pay

“Why so jumpy, Mario?”

He wouldn’t look at me. “I did something wrong, Liz.”

“What did you do?”

He just shook his head, refusing to answer me even as I stared him down.

“Did you steal something?”

He shook his head, his dark shaggy locks flying wildly around his head. “No, I only meant to borrow something… But Mr. Simms caught me…”

I shuddered despite the heat. “What were you trying to borrow?”

“The newspaper… I saw a photo of some people holding signs on the front page and I wanted to know what the story was about. I was going to ask you to read it to me –”

“What did he do?” I interrupted him because it didn’t matter why he did it, it only mattered that he was caught.

“Nothing. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

I stood there in silence with him, listening to every sound outside the gates.

“I’m sure you’re fine, Mario.” I lied to both myself and him. Mr. Simms made his wife look like generous, and I was thankful that I rarely had to deal with him.

He nodded but remained quiet as he continued trimming the hedges. Finished outside, I made my way to the pool house to finish up the rest of my duties there. Down on my knees, scrubbing the toilet, I heard something that made my heart stop.

A scream was followed by heavy footsteps and then silence. I slid to the floor, trying to wedge myself between the wall and the toilet, hoping they wouldn’t come for me too. Mrs. Simms had caught me watching TV… What if she’d told her husband? Had they even talked after that happened? I couldn’t breathe, afraid someone would hear me. I wanted to cry, but forced myself to remain silent until I heard the gates slam shut and a vehicle drive off. Rushing out of the pool house, I saw the black van as it pulled away. My heart nearly stopped and I ducked behind a bush for several minutes until I was sure the van was long gone. I bit my lip and whimpered, trying so hard not to cry out loud.

Mario was gone.


About the author:

KristenAuthorPhotoCroppedKristen Duvall is a writer of tales both real and make believe. Born and raised in the Midwest, she now resides in Southern California with her boyfriend, her Great Dane and her rescued calico kitty. She’s been writing and sharing her work online for several years now, and has decided to take the plunge into publishing her work for the world to read. She dabbles in horror, science fiction, fantasy and speculative fiction. She enjoys both Adult and Young Adult fiction and loves to write strong female characters.  You may follow her on Facebook  or visit her website.

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