Daily Archives: May 28, 2015

Teo’s Massive Game Request Challenge

So a mate of ours posted a nice little status today on Facebook. “Please keep sending me game requests”.

Along the way, he mentioned, “Sure why not”, in response that we would create a special Facebook event just for that.

So.. Challenge Accepted


You know the drill… The more requests the better 🙂

Interview with Su Halfwerk

Hi folks. Today I am chatting with Su Halfwerk. From a tender age, the written word left a strong impression on Su. Later on, the scary, terrifying, blood chilling books became the object of her interest. Somehow, in her mind, the blossoming of romance in the midst of that mix, was only natural.

Her style in Horror combines the shuddery terror with an element of surprise, some would even call it an enigmatic twist. While in the world of Paranormal Romance, she transforms the desire to scare, into a quest to seduce and tantalize .


Su, thanks for being here today. Tell our readers about you.
I’ve been told that I have a dark imagination and a wicked sense of humor. I love Italian and Indian cuisine, for the latter, the spicier the better. I read in the Paranormal romance, horror, suspense, and historical romance genres. End of the day, I’m just a woman who’s trying to leave her mark on the world.

What inspires you to get out of bed each day?
Each day is a new beginning, a promise of the fulfillment of personal and professional dreams.

If you could hang out with one famous person for one day, who would it be and why?
Nora Roberts. Her “In Death” series gives me goosebumps whenever I read it. I would love to find out her process for writing it. If you haven’t read the series, please do. Eve Dallas and her Roarke shouldn’t be missed.

What’s the story behind your latest book?
Every now and then, I become obsessed with a topic which turns into a story. After extensive research, I gathered that determination can turn into blinding obsession. How far can obsession mislead someone? Is it wise to continue with it even when danger is in sight? And so Aberrancy was born. Robert Williamson allowed his obsession to drive and ruin his life. He’s convinced a witch had her sights on his family, fortune, and career and vows to never let her go without punishment.


Tell us your writing process
I start with an outline where I pour all my thoughts and ideas. After that it’s a matter of finding the time and right circumstances to sit and write. Loud noises and interruptions really hamper my style :).

Do you have any advice on what has and has not worked for you that you can share with upcoming authors?
I admit I’ve been lacking in the promotion department, but this is what I learned: Time and dedication will take you a long way. Promote yourself and your writing every day, utilize social media networks to spread the word. Contact reviewers, interact with other writers as well as readers, and keep your name out there. However, do it without the constant “buy my book” shpeel. Don’t do to others what you don’t want done to you. Joining groups and tribes just to share links about your work is boring. It’s also rude if you don’t respond to questions; it shows you weren’t listening. Why would anyone listen to you? Instead, be interesting enough that potential readers will look for you and your work.

When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?
In 2002 I had my son. I became this super hygienic mom and I stopped painting because of turpentine and other chemicals. At the time my reading tended to be all about Stephen King and since I’ve already read everything till that stage, I was going out of my mind without an outlet for my creativity. Writing was safe, clean, and I can do it even in bed. Once I started, I couldn’t stop.

Tell us about your main character:
Robert Williamson is a stubborn man. He got it into his head that a witch was responsible for ruining his life and career; and nothing was going to stop him from avenging himself. He uses what remained of his sanity to track her down, face her, and demand explanations.

What are you working on next?
Not sure yet. I have a couple of ideas floating around in my noggin. One is paranormal romance and the other is serialized dark fiction story.

Do you have any special/extraordinary talents?
It’s a skill more than a talent. I can read 4 languages but speak only 3 of them. Oh, and I also paint. You can see some of my work here: http://www.pinterest.com/suhalfwerk/my-paintings/

Who are your favorite authors?
Stephen King, Nora Roberts, Richard Laymon, and Karen Rose.

Where can people find you on the web?
I haunt these places online:
Website: http://www.su-halfwerk.com
Blog: http://www.suhalfwerk.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Su.Halfwerk
Twitter: http://twitter.com/SuHalfwerk
Instagram: http://instagram.com/suhalfwerk/

Any final thoughts?
Thanks for the opportunity to visit your eHome. I enjoyed answering your questions and will love to hear from you and your readers.

Book Tour ~ Aberrancy by Su Halfwerk


Title: Aberrancy
Author: Su Halfwerk
Genre: Horror

Robert Williamson, esteemed judge, adoring husband, and doting father, has his flawless life snatched away, leaving him damaged beyond repair—damaged by a witch whose taunting presence spells his destruction.
Before exacting his revenge, Robert is hell-bent on digging out explanations.

His demands are wild, his interrogation method peculiar, and what he seeks most might well cost him what remains of his sanity—and he knows it. Despite horrible odds, Robert refuses to give in.

Aberrancy is a gripping dark tale of lives lost…to a different kind of evil.


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About The Author


Su Halfwerk writes in the horror and paranormal romance genres. From a tender age, the written word left a strong impression on her, later on terrifying, blood-chilling books became the object of her interest. Su’s style in horror combines shuddery terror with elements of surprise; some would even call it an enigmatic twist. In the world of paranormal romance, she transforms the desire to scare into a quest to seduce and tantalize.
When not writing, Su is designing book trailers for herself and other authors.

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Book Trailer


Her arms were secured to the wooden chair’s arms with six coils of duct tape. The same was done to her feet and the chair’s legs. Another set of layers—twelve to be exact—secured her midsection to its back.
“I don’t have much,” she said. “Take whatever jewelry I have. Take my bank card and pin code, just let me go.”
He slammed his hand on the table, the solitary candle shook without toppling to the ground. The bottle of fizz did though, and was smashed on the floor. “I don’t want your money.”
“Then what do you want?” Liquid leaked out of her eyes, presumably tears.
Her glistening eyes shifted sideways. “What?”
“You heard me. Proper and reasonable answers will be your salvation.”
“Answers to what? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t even know you.” Under her breath, she muttered to herself, “This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.”
“You thought I wouldn’t find you.” He smirked.
She inhaled sharply. “My name is Delia Kane. I’m a—”
“—high school history teacher,” he mocked. “A small town spinster who hasn’t taken a single step out of her little town except to relocate here to teach.” He paused. “Isn’t this the spiel nowadays to connect with your abductor? To humanize yourself by spilling a summary of your bio no matter how fake it is?”
She blinked sweat out of her eyes. “That’s my life you’re talking about. Hold on a second…how come you know so much about me?” She squinted at him, studying his face. “Who are you?”
The night was humid. His borrowed orderly shirt was sticking to his back. “Who am I?” He backhanded her hard enough to hurt his hand. “Stop playing tricks. You might not know how I found you this time but you know damn well who I am.”
She sniffled; mucus ran out of her crooked nose. “I swear to God, I don’t know you. There must be a mistake.”
Surely she could make out his face in the dim light. Then again, maybe she’d lost her memory from the last accident she had. Or, as per her habit, she was lying.
He glanced at the microwave’s clock. Twelve o’clock. It had taken her over four hours to awaken from the drug he’d injected her with, longer than he’d anticipated going by his wake-up record. Unlike him, her body wasn’t used to it.
“Maybe I should tell you a story. You know, to help you remember.” They had time. No one would stop by at this late hour on a school night.
And if anyone showed up, he would introduce their guts to her butcher knife.

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