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A.B.Normal Publishing and Media Group |10/25/2017—11/03/2017 |Edition 1, Volume 1

October’s Best Reads

Author News

Hello and welcome to our first newsletter being published and viewed as a blog post. Today we’re jumping right in and looking at some authors who have some interesting stories. These titles have been hand selected and may have a promotion already running.

Awake Asleep Dreaming

By John Siwicki


This mystery/suspense/psychological thriller by John is dubbed as a “very thought provoking” and “intense story…that asks the important questions about life.”

With a solid rating and listed currently at $0.00, what is there to lose?


DESCRIPTION: Who sees the future, who knows the future, and who makes the future? If a wish or a dream comes true is it ours? Where did it come from? Why do we want it? Is life simply a coin toss floating in time waiting to be snatched and held? Do we make it happen? Is it a random snap of a finger instance moment selection, or can we choose which way to turn? Is it magic, illusion, something made from nothing? In the end there’s silence, peace after the last images of life fades from thought, and the whisper on our breath sounds a word. And, as the last word rolls off our lips into the eternal silence of a cool peaceful morning it’s broken, and this last flutter of time will offer a choice—be awake, asleep, dreaming or dead.


Driven to Death

By Elleby Harper


Driven to Death is an acclaimed British crime and mystery story with an American twist.

Fans of Tami Hoag, Harlen Coben, Victor Methos and James Patterson’s Bookshots will enjoy this novel. This is a “read on the run” book that you will be able to consume quickly. Thus, making it ideal for today’s busy readers.

It is currently listed at $0.99 until November 2nd. It is advised to act now!




Would you save your daughter’s killer?

When Evie Butterworth faces every parent’s nightmare, the death of her daughter, the police are brought in to determine whether it was murder.

Heading the investigation is NYPD homicide detective Bex Wynter. Abandoning her own train wreck of a life she becomes head of a new investigative team in a brand new country. But not everyone welcomes an American to the London Met. Quinn Standing has a hard time dealing with the failures piling up in his life, and an even harder time adjusting to his new boss.

As her team peels back the layers to discover what really happened at Richmond Bridge, pressure builds from the media, the killer’s high profile father and Bex’s tragic past. Will she be able to shake off her demons to bring justice to light?


Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle

By Robert J. S. T. McCartney and Albert J. Debusschere III


Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle is an urban fantasy novel that revolves around Lilah, a girl who was down on her luck and committed suicide.

Striking a deal with a demon named Mullin, Lilah uses the very skill that led her to ruin, only she is capitalizing off the newfound powers she has come into possession.

Book two of the Tragedy in Four Acts Series, Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle serves as number one in the chain of cataclysmic events that are about to unfold across numerous novels and novellas.

This title will be FREE from October 29th until November 3rd.




“All life is a gamble . . . We go to sleep every night comfortably betting that the next day we’ll wake up.”

Demons. Sorcery. Magical playing cards. It’s anything but a fairy tale. Armed with her choice deck, her beloved book, “Hoyle’s Guide to Poker and Parlor Tricks”, and the skill that led her to throw away her college fund, Lilah gambles with her life—and with the lives of those around her.

Elsewhere, other players have a different idea of the rules of the game. And investigating the bizarre chain of events is Middleton PD’s finest, Detectives Dana Deupree and Walter Conway.

It’s anyone’s game. The cards have been shuffled and the stakes are high. The call has gone around the table. Others may fold, but not Lilah.

She plays for keeps.



There will be more literature releasing in the coming month. November 30th will mark the release of The Chronicles of Bob: The Chronic Suicidal. Pre-order sales will be donated to Mission 22 for our veterans in the fight against suicide. Proceeds from paperback sales of Abnormal Side Effects will go 100% to suicide prevention charities and organizations. —Check out the post by Robert J. S. T. McCartney for more details. 

As always, we welcome authors and other publishers (self-published, traditional, or hybrid authors) to share their stories with us. We wish you all a happy and safe Halloween.

Until next time,

A.B.Normal Publishing and Media Group


New Excerpt From Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle!

What follows is the latest excerpt from the upcoming urban fantasy novel, Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle by Robert J. S. T. McCartney and Albert J. Debusschere III.

The light of the day had already been extinguished. Elsewhere, plans had begun to set into motion, the turning of the gears of archaic proportions, the ushering of the liaison of destruction. Death was busy, unusually busy for this time. The old, dilapidated warehouse of scrap metal and wood of the shipyard was quite bright for this time of the night. The moon bled above the yellowed city lights. The stars cried—icy streaks, in the abysmal sheet of darkness—in unison of the celestial act that forebode of what carried on below.

Inside the vast shell of a building, windows were boarded up. Debris and trash littered the ground all over. Assorted holes punctured the roof, letting a peak of what transpired within. A man was busy, occupied with the disposition of the latest interloper.

The swarm of the stifling cold had long already wrapped itself around his body, constricting him like an invisible serpent. He awoke and found himself bound to the wall, stretched limb and limb about a makeshift cross that was made of scraps of metal and wood. His mouth stuffed with sweaty rags, mixed with only God knew what. He was soaking wet, but he couldn’t quite make out whether it was from his blood, sweat, or from the water. Before him stood a vague shadow of a man, cockeyed, peering back with a set of raging, bright-red eyes. The eyes shifted sluggishly around the room, searching for answers from this. . .intruder. Behind the vengeful wraith, laid the twisted and mangled tall body of a man bathing in a pool of crimson.

The shade spoke deep with assurance. “There is no one else here, just us. Well, except for your partner, but I wouldn’t exactly be counting on any back up.” The silhouette shrugged, “You know how it is—collateral damage.”

His head refused to budge, causing his body to jerk with fear, his nose catching the hint of gasoline. The dark shade materialized at long last. The raging redness of its eyes settled to a cool deep blue, a face of easiness and of peace.

The now, appearing gentle man spoke, waving his hand over his hostage’s face. “Calm yourself.”

A cloud of serenity came over the prisoner. He made out the elegance of his captor that was so bewildering. A dark oak tribal mask fell to the floor with a light thud, seemingly like a drop of rain on the surface of a pond. The man had long black hair that was matted and mangy. He noted his square broad face. . .of torment and pain—of scars and wounds: past, present, and foretold of future ones—this was a traitor.

The nomadic man turned his back to the ‘crucified’ man. “I tire of your persistent meddling. No longer, will you be following anyone around, sticking your bothersome nose in matters that are far beyond what your pathetic, frail mind can comprehend.” He turned to face his victim. “Oh no.” He grinned fiercely, then burst into a gleeful sinister laugh, “NOT ANYMORE!” He closed his eyes and sniffed the air. “There are some big plans that are unfurling now, but you already know that; and there is NOTHING. . .nothing. . .you or anyone can do about it.” He grasped the man’s throat and peered deep into the frightened, green eyes. “Any last words. . .detective?” The man shook violently, trying to writhe himself free, grunting with empty pleas. The vagabond leaned toward the grunting man, whispering into his ear. “I’ll be sure to say hello to them for you, but don’t worry—they won’t be too far behind.”

The nomad plunged the blade into the man’s gut—grinning with a wink. The starving knife’s teeth clawed and pulled at the insides. The blade was jerked up in the man’s abdomen in a smooth transition, carving the hapless fool—over to the right—then at last, in a downward angle. The man coughed for a moment, choking on his own blood. He let loose a low mutter and groan, following the rush of blood that crudely mimicked a waterfall that trickled down onto the floor, along with the rest of his liveliness. As the savage nomad turned to walk away from his latest kill, a whisper from someone long ago caught his ear as he lit a match. No matter how many times you keep telling yourself you won’t. You will die. She still lives and this time—she will see to it. Oh yes, it will be all the sweeter—your death! [The match slowly fell to the ground, igniting the stew of blood, gasoline, and waste] Yes, this time, the true traitor will be the betrayed! [The flames rushed with hunger up the base of the cross, devouring the man’s feet, legs, and torso] Killing the ‘fodder’, as you say, will only fuel the fire that awaits you in Hell! The voice trailed off into a maniacal laughter, as the husk of a man on the cross was engulfed in flames.

The unnerved wanderer picked up his mask and placed it over his face, the chin and lips still exposed, and specks of blood on it. He grinned to himself and closed his eyes, and inhaled deep. The air began to rage hellishly behind him, as he still lost in the thought as he licked his lips. “Hmm, well, I can’t wait to see her . . .try.”

First Excerpt

Look for Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle, coming soon!

Note: Excerpts are not of the final rendition. Check out the final release!

Excerpt from Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle

What follows is an excerpt from the upcoming urban fantasy novel, Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle by Robert J. S. T. McCartney and Albert J. Debusschere III.

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She glided into the empty class room, flipping on the lights and sighing in disappointment almost at once. Her jet-black hair brushed long down her back, same with her dress and skirt, with frills of ebony lace ensconced along the edges. Charcoal lipstick and eyeliner marked her face. In essence, the typical goth girl in class.

That she had even shown up was still a surprise to the two, and despite her obvious presence in the room, they could hardly believe it. It had taken them all month to convince her that she had a secret admirer, and that he wanted to meet her after school. Unfortunately, for the poor girl, they had been amassing silly string and water balloons in the normally abandoned classroom for over a week now. The only thing they wanted her to be greeted with was disappointment, as was befitting for a silly goth kid. However, this simple excitement was too much, and their giggling immediately gave away their position.

She clenched her eyes shut and spun around hissing “I know you’re there” at the office door. With no other means of escape, and the element of surprise now lost. The two solemnly filed out into the classroom, their eyes downcast, hoping she didn’t recognize them, preparing for a harsh tongue lashing. Her deathly gaze shifted from one to the other, as if to burn the images of their faces into her memory. After a dragged out second, she cleared her throat to address the miscreants. “You think it’s funny to toy with people’s lives?”

“Look, Lilah, it was just a joke.” the boy on the right croaked out.

“I’ll show you what it’s like to play with people’s lives!” she snapped back.

The dirty brown haired boy felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Unsure that if what he heard and was now feeling from the girl was real or just his imagination, but he definitely thought he noticed something, or sensed something amiss. A small touch of something seriously wrong hiding underneath the innocent girl persona, a vague hint of a malicious duality. Her right hand reached into the small purse that slung low on her side. Once it had found what it was looking for, it shot out causing the boys to jerk in fear simultaneously and then relief when they realized it was a deck of cards.

“Ooh, are you going to tell us our future with your fairy cards?” the dirty brown haired boy’s clearly oblivious friend now chided, his face lit up in a stupid grin.

“Yup. However, these are no fairy cards as you put it, these are the real deal.” Her hands began to dance, shuffling the cards rhythmically as if in an intricately rehearsed ballet. Once they were satisfied, her hand rested on the top card, and she rapidly drew four cards. “Let’s see, the first card, a king of diamonds.”

“Playing cards? What, are you gonna poker us to death?” he shot back at her.

Henry. . .” The dirty brown haired kid attempted to silence his loud mouthed friend before he could cause more trouble for both of them.

The girl they knew as Lilah allowed a smirk at the stray comment. “Next, we have the two of clubs, but that’s nothing special.” She showed the third card, “Next, a king of clubs, not too important.” She then revealed the fourth card, “Three of clubs, but that’s not important either. You see it’s always the last card that is key!”

“Look, Gary, she’s lost it. The goth girls finally gone loony. She’s. . .” His voice was cut short, what was happening now was beginning to make him question his own sanity.

The top card of the deck was moving, but not by her hand, all by itself rather. It slid up until it was standing upright on the deck, its back to the two boys. Slowly, it began to turn towards them. As this spectacle occurred, neither bothered to notice the girl’s blank face was turning into a sadistic grin, her eyes beginning to glow a dull green. As it hit halfway, the boys found they could no longer move, sense of touch had almost wholly left their bodies. The card was nearly completely facing them now and sparks of electricity arced from its corners. This card was wrong, in the corners was the number thirteen, and across the center was a series of spades.

“Black thirteen! Boys, this is where we part!”


Look for Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle, coming soon!

Note: Excerpts are not of the final rendition. Check out the final release!

So I Made a Book. . .

Cover for Lilah's Guide to Hoyle
This isn’t the final retail version. Obvious flaws are obvious.

For some people it’s no big deal. However, for me, personally, it’s a big deal. Now I am not setting out to be the next New York Times Bestseller. Granted, I’d love it, but that’s not my intent. I am doing this. . .all of this. . .all the writing, the stories, the creativity, all the pouring of my soul and very essence. . .into my stories that I’ll be sharing with everyone.

I am proud of myself, my friends that have helped, and thankful of those who’ve been critical in my ascension. Whether it was “You’re a comma whore,” or “your shit stinks, fix it,” or whatever. It’s been a stepping stone in moving on up and getting this stuff out there.

Now, we’re in a total satisfaction right now kind of movement in society. That is where you want and expect results RIGHT NOW. Some things that will work with. . .others. . .not so much.

I’ve been actively writing since late 2008 since our car accident. I’ve had my highs, my lows, and so much shit go every which way I couldn’t see straight, let alone in color. I found comfort in writing. That. . .at first. . .was one reason why I started. It helped more than confiding in family, in a therapist, or friends. You see, even though you love your friends, your family, you are still vigilant. . .still hiding behind a wall. . .in what exactly you’re willing to share. With a third party, you may tend to be more careful what you share because they could toss your ass in a loony bin and other shenanigans.

Bottom line, you hold back. You watch what you say so you don’t make others that care about you worry, and you try to please the masses. Now, I know some folks don’t give a damn about what others say, do, and so on. Good for you. Others tend to freak out over the most trivial of shit though and eventually blow it out of proportion; keep recycling it in their mind that eventually is just a horrible, horrible toxin that is poisoning you subconsciously. It’s just plain bad news. Sure, you can forgive and forget, forgive and remember, don’t, keep grudges and that variable sorted lot. . .but why?

You can do many great things in life, but if you foul up once. . .that could be what people / history remember you by. Learn to let things go. Learn to move on. Learn to cope. Isn’t that what life is about?

Though the journey may be hard (nothing is ever easy in the first place) you will encounter friends, family, and others along the way that will shape your life experiences. Knowledge is just a small part of a much bigger puzzle, and believe me, there are hundreds of thousands (if not, millions) of pieces you will amass.

So. . .bringing back to the book. It’s an experience, for me at least. I wrote it with my best friend whom I’ve known since elementary school. Thinking about it, it’s pretty crazy as to how long I’ve known him. I have others that I’ve known since I can remember. Granted, our sisters were friends prior to our meeting, so we’d like to say we’ve been friends forever.

This experience taught me a lot of things. One being that I loved to write and I enjoyed it immensely. The other, I love the supernatural; angels, demons, ghosts, goblins, David Bowie. I can’t stop wanting to learn, to evolve, to adapt. . . I can’t stop wanting to write and to fill my shelves with the books I’ve written. It’s just a fascinating and fulfilling feeling.

I’ve known a few people who’ve said that they’ve wanted to write a book, but never could. . .or lack the imagination, or some other variable that hinders their doing so. I had similar feelings at one point. . .However, mine was because it was frowned upon to submit a paper at school depicting some unsavory things, practices, and word usage—whatever it was that went against the curricular. To which I get it. You have to build kids up before you send them out to make them adults. . .the whole fledgling nonsense.

Start small. Whether it’s a few words, a few pages, a few sentences, paragraphs, whatever you gauge and deem worthy for a day, an hour, whatever have you the time to spare. Do it. Don’t let your imagination, your own creativity starve, or be shut out because you believe you lack the confidence or skill to do so. That’s why there are editing services. That’s why there is copywriting / copyediting. What you do is write unhinged, unbound, and just churn that shit out on paper (and pen) or on the computer. Go. To. Town. The whole point is this: do it. Or you could go the Nike route. Don’t wonder and then some years later have regrets.

This is why I am doing it. So I can say to my friends, my family, other folks—I am a writer. I wrote this, this, this, and this. I am working on this. So on and so forth.

Now, Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle, though it is finished. . .I still have some things to do for it. I am aiming to have it released this summer, but if I have to push it back then I will. I rather polish it up, and keep it nice and shiny. To which I’d say it’ll be released when I deem it ready to. However, I feel it to be ready—soon.
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This copy here. . .this is my blood, sweat, tears, and hours upon hours of mind movie footage that I love to play over and over, and fucking over in my mind. It’s something that I will never get tired of, and something I will gladly read to my kids, grand kids, and hope that they pass on. To some folks. . .they have a family bible. This? This right here is my family bible.

I’ll probably put up an excerpt soon.

I’ll also give a teaser of the new cover when it’s ready.

Actually, just stay tuned. There’s a lot that’s going to be taking place here real soon. It’s going to be big, it’s going to be exciting and I want everyone to be involved. I want everyone to be able to partake. . .and enjoy. . .in the adventures of Dana, Walter, Lilah, and the universe I’ve created with them. . .and so much more.

For now, I thank those that have come to follow me. I hope. . .and look forward to those that will in time, and I will not ever stop speaking my mind, nor bend to the rules. I will be different. I will be me. . .and I encourage others to be themselves. Be anything. . .but normal.


Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle. . .COMING SOON!

“Black Thirteen, boys, this is where we part!”

Learn what Black Thirteen is from Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle.

What is Black thirteen? Find out what it is in Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle.

What happens when a teenage goth girl becomes possessed by a demon? With a knack for Poker, armed with her choice deck, and her beloved Hoyle’s Guide to Poker and Parlor Tricks, Lilah Dean gambles her life, and the lives of others, while becoming entangled in a string of bizarre murders in the beloved city of Middleton, Massachusetts.

Hot on the trail are Middleton’s finest: Detectives Dana Deupree, and Walter Conway. While the favorable duo investigates the strange events and murders in the quaint city, there are other plans in motion taking place right under their noses.

Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle is the real deal poker match, where all the players are pitted against one another, deep in the heart of Middleton.

It’s anyone’s game. The cards have been dealt, and the stakes are high. The call has been made around the table. Where others may fold, but not Lilah. She plays for keeps.

Robert J. T. McCartney is the founder of A.B.Normal Publishing and Media Group. He likes to write unhinged—go against the grain—and continues to do so at his Knoxville, TN home.

Lilah’s Guide to Hoyle is the debut novel by Robert J. S. T. McCartney and Albert J. Debusschere III.