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Stone Cold Bastards Cover Reveal!

Well, hello there!

It is time for the Stone Cold Bastards cover reveal!

This is my first novel with Bell Bridge Books, so fingers crossed it goes well. CROSS THOSE FINGERS!

But, hey, you can do more than just cross your fingers. You can pre-order the novel now! Release date is February 24th, but if you want to be one of the cool kids then you should get to pre-ordering!

Also, Bell Bridge Books does some great marketing. There will be all kinds of cool things coming to promote Stone Cold Bastards. If you want to be in the know then sign up for my mailing list. Everybody on the list got to see this cover before y’all. THEY ARE THE CHOSEN ONES! Also, I never spam. Ever. So there’s that.

Anyhoo, hope you dig the cover and get to the clickety-clickety so you can pre-order.

Thanks, y’all!


Friday Night Drabble Party!

Happy Friday, y’all!

You know, each and every Friday (pretty much) I give out some free fiction. Sure, it’s only 100 words, but it’s free. I tell a little story, perhaps just a snippet of a story, or maybe only a glimpse into a world that might have more to offer. It’s 100 words, so time is limited.

The thing is, not everyone knows about the Party. I know, I know! How can some folks be completely ignorant of the Friday Night Drabble Party? There is a way to remedy that! A way to help spread the news!

How do you help spread the news? Where does the news come from?

I have a newsletter! (Okay, okay, yeah, that was possibly the WORST segue ever in the history of segues. It’s early when I’m writing this. I’ve only had one cup of coffee.)

How does one sign up for this newsletter? —>BY CLICKING THIS LINK HERE!<—-

That’s all ya gotta do! Click on the link, sign up, get all the news about what’s up with Jake Bible Fiction, including links to the latest Friday Night Drabble Party, then tell all of your friends! ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS! ALL OF THEM! NOW!

Cool? Cool.

Now, on to the 100 words of lovety-love!



She Walked
Jake Bible

The sun bore down on her like a big brother forcing an unwanted piggyback ride. She took the pressure and dealt with it. The sun didn’t mean any harm, it was just being the sun. She could complain all she wanted, but the sun would still just be the sun the next day.

Michelle wasn’t like the others. She didn’t scatter and run screaming, hoping the guards wouldn’t shoot her in the back. She wasn’t one to panic or overreact. Michelle was calm and cool.

So, when the wall came down, she walked. Straight out into the desert. She walked.



Disclaimer: Don’t look back.

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Why, yes, it is Friday and, yes, there is another Drabble, and, yes, we shall have a Party!

But, while you are reading this, I will be at a different sort of party. My son turns 17 today. Crazy, man, just crazy. So lift a glass and eat all the cake in celebration of the parenting ability in this household to keep a child alive for 17 years when we sure as hell can’t even keep a fern alive. It’s a miracle!

Oh, and hey, guess what? Audible is running a BOGO with Z-Burbia! What’s a BOGO? It means Buy One Get One free. BOGO. This deal is only for members, so you should probably sign up for an Audible account. I listen to audiobooks everyday. It’s so worth it. Have a click and get yourself some Jake Bible Audiobooks!

Oh, and Salvage Merc One is $.99 on Amazon! If you haven’t picked it up, now is the time!

Now, on to the drabble!



Jake Bible

Killing the beast was not an easy task. Lord Helmgnot realized this as he slid down the rock face before coming to rest in the scorched earth.

“Esthermane,” he whispered. He had lost his steed when the beast first came out of the cave, a monster made of nothing but pointy, gnashing teeth.

Lord Helmgnot winced as he tried to get comfortable against the rock. But it was not to be as he shifted and half his intestines spilled from under his doublet.

“But it was only a rabbit,” he muttered as his life slowly left him. “A stupid rabbit…”



Disclaimer: Ni!

Friday Night Drabble Party!

Friday Night Drabble Party is in the house! Or apartment! Or trailer! Or yurt!

Have ya missed it? I know ya have!

Now, I know you don’t want to hear me prattle on, so I’ll just get right into the free micro-fiction.

But…let me ask a favor. If you dig the Party, and you like micro-fiction that is FREE then please share the link to this post. Tweet it, Facebook it, whatever- share it. If I’m going to give these words away for free then I want as many people as possible to share in the madness that is Jake Bible Fiction.

That’s all.



Passing The Time
Jake Bible


“Carabiner,” Bolton said. “Carabiner, carabiner, carabiner.”

“What are you doing?” Mintly asked.

“Just saying the word ‘carabiner’ over and over,” Bolton replied.

“I can hear that. Why?”

“Because the word is different.You know how when you say a word over and over it loses its meaning?”


“Carabiner doesn’t. Try it. I can say the word a hundred times and it still makes sense.”

Mintly stared at Bolton for a while then looked down at the massive pool of sharks below their cage.

“I can’t deal with you right now,” Mintly said. “You’re an idiot.”

Bolton shrugged. “Carabiner, carabiner, carabiner…”



Disclaimer: Everything changes, but it always stays the same.

Friday Night Drabble Party

The first Friday of October! Oh, let the Party begin!

I do love this month. Halloween and my birthday. I turn the big Four-Oh this month. Forty years of awesome! You know what else is awesome? The Friday Night Drabble Party! It’s true! And this month, each Friday will have some type of horror element. Not precisely Halloween themed, but close enough for horseshoes and beta releases.

So get to reading this week’s Drabble!

(PS- If you’re shopping for my birthday I prefer bourbon. I also like hats. I’m a bald man turning forty, so yes, I will wear them with irony.)



A Snapshot of Violence


Jake Bible

The teeth flew from his mouth like streamers from a New Year’s Eve cracker. Bits of enamel like confetti; spittle like glitter. His head rocked to the side, all slow-motion and drama. Sweat exploded from his damp hair, spraying across the wall, filling the space between the splatters of blood. His legs went weak, his knees buckled, his hands reached behind him for something steady, something solid, substantial; the opposite of his mental state. He couldn’t open his eyes anymore; he couldn’t see the next hit. Or the next one. Or the next. Then, thankfully, it was over and done.


Disclaimer: I call them crackers, you call them poppers, either way they still go boom and spray paper and crap everywhere while making the dogs hide under the table.

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