“SST Publications is delighted to announce they have acquired the exclusive rights to continue Eric Red’s Werewolf Western Chronicles. This August will see the release of THE WOLVES OF EL DIABLO, the highly anticipated sequel to the acclaimed fan favorite THE GUNS OF SANTA SANGRE.

Of THE GUNS OF SANTA SANGRE bestselling author Jack Ketchum said: “In our mythos of the Old West, there are bad guys and even badder guys. But Eric Red’s are the biggest, baddies guys of all.”

THE WOLVES OF EL DIABLO will be released August 2016 in trade paperback and eBook editions. The first 100 paperback copies bought direct from SST will be signed by Eric Red. Please visit www.sstpublications.co.ukfor updates.”

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EDGE OF SUNDOWN is available now in trade paperback on Amazon.com at: http://amzn.to/1VupYYi

“Once it hits its stride, It Waits Below has a blistering pace that is only helped by the relatively short chapter length. But it sadly takes a bit to build up to that breakneck pace, and during that phase the book is somewhat of a slog.

Hundreds of years ago, a meteorite crashed into a Spanish Galleon, sinking both it and a massive hoard of gold to the bottom of the sea. Now in the modern day, a salvaging company is sending down a three-man sub to retrieve that treasure. Little do they know, the meteorite brought an organism to earth with it; a parasite that is more than ready to come to the surface and infect anything it touches…

Eric Red has an eye for detail in his writing, and while these details are welcome, especially in regards to the parasite and the ensuing chaos that comes at the climax, that same attention to detail bogs down the earlier chapters.

Despite this, once the action begins, it is tightly written and very claustrophobic. Even the firefights and action pieces on the sub’s support ship later in the novel keep the claustrophobia going despite the more open areas.

The monster as well is a decently fleshed out and threatening opponent; although the scenes where you get a look inside its head as well as when it speaks its demands to the crew threaten to push the book into goofy waters that it doesn’t need to be in. Eric Red has written for film before and the climax of It Waits Belowshows that pedigree, with a set piece that would be right at home in a summer blockbuster.

While certainly a flawed book, It Waits Below is a fun and quite often frightening time. At times Red seems to be trying his hardest to channel movies such as 1982’s The Thing and for the most part it works, creating a solid, scary novel in the process.”  – Damon Smith.

The full review is on Cemetery Dance Online at: http://bit.ly/1N2bsXl

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“The shadow of the buzzard circling overhead fell over the cowboy’s hat, horse and saddle soaked with blood from the hole in his belly. He slumped in his stirrups. All around, the brutal Arizona desert faded into watery waves of heat. His gun was empty. He was out of bullets and almost out of blood. The vulture knew. It had been tailing him for hours. Just that one stupid bird. Waiting for him to die. Reminding him he would soon be dead. Real soon. His bloodshot eyes glared up at the ugly carrion bird, slowly circling. The man’s parched lips twisted in a defiant sneer. “Damn you, bird, you ain’t gonna get me!” The vulture didn’t answer, just circled. Then it disappeared from view. God, his stomach hurt. The cowboy looked around. Only endless desert badlands, scorching white sun and pounding oven heat. At least the bird was gone. He felt he had a chance again.

Just then the vulture struck in a beat of huge, fetid wings that stunk of decay in the flapping wind they blew as the bird swooped down and ripped a piece out of his shoulder. The cowboy hollered and punched blindly at the buzzard, his fingers sinking into the mottled rubbery flesh of its scrawny neck. “Oh you miserable varmint!” He shrieked. The vulture flew away with a caw of victory, a scrap of him in its cracked beak. The struggle pitched the cowboy out of his saddle and when he hit the hard ground the searing agony from the bullet in his belly sent his screams echoing across the horizon. The man lay in the dirt catching his breath. High above, the vulture circled in its grim circumference of death.

It was mocking him. The damn bird was mocking him…”

–Excerpt from the story.

EDGE OF SUNDOWN is available now in trade paperback on Amazon.com at: http://amzn.to/1VupYYi