Cover of Tidepool, Nicole’s debut novel coming from Parliament House Press in 2021. Cover design by Shayne Leighton.
Cover of Tidepool, Nicole’s debut novel coming from Parliament House Press in 2021. Cover design by Shayne Leighton.
The cover of my debut novel Tidepool, designed by Shayne Leighton.

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This is Not a Drill: Tidepool eBook Up for Preorder!

I’m delighted to announce that the eBook version of Tidepool went up on Amazon and Kobo for preorder. (Just FYI: the cover on the sale pages is not the final cover; it’s a Parliament House placeholder cover.) …


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Hi everyone! I’m delighted to announce that this week, the eBook version of Tidepool went up on Amazon and Kobo for preorder. (Just FYI: the cover on the sale pages is not the final cover; it’s a Parliament House placeholder cover.) If you’re interested in Lovecraftian horror with a dash of American Horror Story, you’ll love Tidepool.

Preorder the eBook from Amazon.

Preorder the eBook from Kobo.

The novel will be released on August 3, 2021. There’s a print version coming too, but I’m assuming that won’t go up on Amazon and elsewhere until December at the earliest. …


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His bright green necktie matches his eyes. That’s the first thing Kara notices about him.

She’s not good at talking to strangers. Never has been. But when he shows up at the office wearing the same tie day after day, her curiosity overrides her shyness.

“Do you wear that because of your eyes?” She points at his tie.

“My eyes?”

“Um…” Oh god, he thinks I’m a moron. “The tie. Matches your eyes. It’s nice.” Can you even say a thing like that to a coworker without getting dragged to HR? Well, she’s just said it.

But a smile breaks…


A dirigible flies through a cloudy sky; a balloon can be seen faintly on the right side of the image.
A dirigible flies through a cloudy sky; a balloon can be seen faintly on the right side of the image.
Image by ImaArtist from Pixabay

Not-Mother scolds Christy for leaving her burnt toast and rubbery eggs uneaten, and Father stares at his hands and mumbles “Listen to your mother.” Every morning starts the same way. But this time, Christy has had enough.

“She’s not my mother!” With that, Christy bangs out of the house, cutting off Not-Mother’s shouts. That’s going to cause quite an argument when Christy comes home. Maybe she’ll just stay gone.

A salty-tear smell lingers in her nose as she swipes the back of her hand against her damp, hot face. She doesn’t know where she’s going. …


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Image by Tomáš Lhotský from Pixabay

Olaf the Foolhardy was forever devising ideas that baffled and infuriated the people of Mirstone, so perhaps they shouldn’t have been surprised when he appeared in the town square one afternoon leading an enormous, lizard-like creature by a neck chain.

“Come one, come all!” Olaf summoned villagers to meet his bizarre new companion. “Come see the creature that will revolutionize the way we live! We’ll never depend on horses again.”

Villagers who drew too close to Olaf and his discovery wrinkled their noses and traded uneasy glances. A distinct smell of smoke hung around the creature, which had crimson scales…


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Image by Sammy-Williams from Pixabay

Dammit.”

“Looking for something, Simon?”

“My…piece.”

“Your hairpiece, you mean?

“Yes, Heather. You know what I meant. It’s not on its stand.”

“Huh. You sure that’s where you put it?”

“Of course I’m sure. You see me leave it there every night. Do you think I’d just stop?”

“Sor-ry. Just asking.”

“I don’t suppose you happen to know where it is now.”

“Did it maybe fall behind the dresser or something? Check back there.”

“…”

“What?”

“C’mon, Heather. I really don’t have time for this today. Where’d you put it?”

“Me? What would I want with that thing? …


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Image by kalhh from Pixabay

An ivy-covered cottage sat on a hill that overlooked a dark and shimmering sea. Faded letters on the sign out front read The Cottage at the End and the Beginning. The sounds of water lapping the banks and owls hooting from the trees were all that disturbed the moonlit evening.

But then an old man with wild white hair and a beard to match headed up the hill, carrying a lit torch and muttering to nobody. …


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Image by Tracy Lundgren from Pixabay

All I ever wanted to do was entertain people. Is that such a bad thing?

In school, I was the funny girl. The class clown, you might say. I wasn’t ever one of the pretty ones, but I could make the football captain cry from laughing so hard. Let me tell you, kids: looks fade, but a great sense of humor is forever.

That’s what I thought back then, anyhow.

While everyone else headed off to college, I went to clown school. …


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Image by Aurica Dina Kyra Lotzkat from Pixabay

If the green plate falls, so does the world.

The Spinner watches as the lime-colored plate turns on the slender, flexible wooden stalk he built into his table. Whenever it looks like it might topple, he moves the stalk in small circles until the plate spins smoothly again.

His eyes ache. He’s dizzy from hunger. That’s how he knows he’s doing his job well.

Four empty stalks flank the green plate, two on each side. On the faded wooden floor around him are fragments of plates that fell when his attention slipped. …


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Image by Sergey Gricanov from Pixabay

Tori had just fallen into a fitful sleep when the doorbell jarred her awake. Her heart sped up as she glanced at her bedside clock. 1:37. No way was she answering the door.

The bell rang twice more as Tori huddled under her comforter. When it finally stopped, Tori drifted off for a few hours before her alarm woke her up for work.

After a quick shower, she pulled up the SafeVue doorbell camera app on her phone and reviewed the security video to see who her late night visitor had been. And she gasped.

A little girl stood on…

Nicole Willson

My novel TIDEPOOL is coming from Parliament House Press in 2021. Preorder the eBook here: https://www.amazon.com/Tidepool-Nicole-Willson-ebook/dp/B08L6YNSN6/ref

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