New Cover Reveal!

If you’re signed up for the TMDBooks newsletter then you got a sneak peek at the new Madness cover yesterday! If this is your first time seeing the new cover, let me know what you think! I love it!

For fans of The Bitten anthology, you’ve already entered the Madness world, but if you’ve not had the pleasure of reading that fun collection, I’m releasing Madness independently with the potential of making it a serial. This means if you like the short story – tell me! I’d love to expand this world. 🙂

Pre-order for Madness will be up by the end of the week, and a newsletter and social media blast will be put out for you so you don’t miss the release date. Feel free to share the cover online with the hashtags: #TMDBooks and #TMDBooksMadness.

I hope you all are having a fantastic September!

– Trish


Madness

They called him the Night Bleeder…and his hunger is stronger than ever.

Detective Capalbo’s most disturbing Cold Case is about to heat up. He’s lost his guy once before. He can’t afford to lose him again.

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*Cover by Elizabeth Mackey Graphic Design

COMING SOON, a NEW AUDIO BOOK!

COMING SOON…KERRY-ANNE on AUDIBLE!


Some people think that when a loved one is in a coma, you should talk to them and touch them, so as to let them know you are there. This way the person doesn’t feel alone. And just maybe, they’ll fight to come back – back from death. But no one really gets what it’s like. Being stuck in the middle of where you were and where you’re going – it’s not a choice the person can make. I know this now, because today I realized that the hazy memory fog I’ve been trapped in is a coma. As the Doctor stood over me, explaining to my parents what their choices were, I heard it all.

“No chance of recovery,” he’d said. Brain-dead. Gone.

But the Doctor was wrong. I’m still here – trapped. Screaming. Crying. Hurting. But they can’t hear me. They can’t feel me. Those experts have it all backwards – it’s me who needs to talk to them, to touch them, to let them know I’m here. But I can’t. Even if I was awake, I know my fingers are gone. And my tongue. The flames melted half my flesh away. I know my brain can’t work anymore – the connections that used to fire from one cell to the other are frozen in place – but I’m still here. Like my soul is stuck in time, waiting for permission to move on. I guess that means they’ll have to unplug me.

When you have the sort of empty time I do now, the mistakes you’ve made are all you can think about. And I guess I’ve made some big ones. Setting myself on fire probably tops the list of stupid things I’ve done. I don’t think about that moment much. Not because it’s so unpleasant, but because I just can’t remember it all. I was in the bathroom, the matches in my hand, the lower half of my dress drenched in Daddy’s BBQ lighter fluid, my eyes red from crying, staring back at me in the mirror. I know what I did. And I remember I tried to put myself out with the shower curtain, but it wrapped around me and the plastic melted to me and acted like a funnel, sending the uncontrollable flames licking up my body. Eating at my skin. Devouring me. And then the memory sort of fades to an endless dark nothing.

Dark, like the inside of my no longer working mind.

I know I’m wrapped up with strips of fabric and gauze and dosed with medications, because every once in a while, someone pries open what is left of my eyelids, and for the briefest moment, I can see again. But the damaged skin of my lids is heavy with blisters, and they slide closed when released, and the world around me vanishes once more. It’s the way things go for a long time. A very long time. So long, in fact, that I’m sure I’ve hallucinated my entire life. All fifteen years of it.

Maybe I wasn’t adopted. Maybe Lavinia wasn’t one of those hard-core mothers with a martini constantly in her right hand who pushed her only daughter to be as exceptional as her sister’s adopted kid. Maybe Luke wasn’t one of those fathers who cared only about what everyone else thought of him and his golf swing. Maybe none of it was real, not one single minute. For a while I even thought that I’m a fetus, growing inside some strange woman’s womb, ready to be reborn into a different life. But I know I’m not that lucky…


The third Station Series Novelette is coming to audio! Releasing soon on Audible.com and Amazon – narrated by Kadee Coppinger. If you haven’t read KERRY-ANNE just yet, no worries – you’ll be able to listen to it soon! Stationers won’t want to miss the insight into Piper Willow’s best Station friend’s life…and death. A story about redemption and second chances. Keep an eye out for this release. *wink*

NILES is also available on Audible (for only $3.95!) and Amazon for your listening pleasure. You can find it HERE.


If you’re new to The Station Series, start the first book for FREE!

DYING to FORGET, book 1 of The Station Series

Sometimes the day you die, is only the beginning…

AMAZON

NOOK (updated version)


Ahhh…the short story…

Find the key emotion; this may be all you need know to find your short story. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Well Collector releases on Amazon today!

Release day has come for The Well Collector!

 

A short thriller by Trish Marie Dawson

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The Well Collector…now available at an Amazon near you!

 

US

UK

CANADA

“Time was speeding up, moving faster every day. He had to have another one. Now…”

Love, lies, loss and murder. Not everything is what it seems in this short psychological thriller that takes readers on a journey through the darkest depths of one twisted soul. Everyone has that special collection – what does the Well Collector keep hidden away? And what happens when the collection is finally complete?

 

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