Saturday, November 28, 2015

Pay Phone -- Now Available in a Brand New Revosed Edition!


Pay Phone, originally released by Arctic Wolf Publishing in the spring of 2010, is back in a newly revised edition, which contains a brand new introduction chronicling the evolution of the novel!


Revisit the terrifying story of Jake Taft, a ruthless serial killer who uses a pay phone across the street from his third-story apartment to lure unsuspecting victims into his web, and of Chelsea Summerfield, a struggling actress trying to make it in the big city. By pure happenstance, their paths meet and thus begins a brutal and sadistic thrill ride that will surely leave trembling more and more with every page!


Pay Phone is currently available in both paperback and Kindle editions, but for those of you who just can’t wait, scroll down for an exclusive sneak peak at the novel’s introduction and find out what real-life experiences inspired the story!
An Introduction
Brandon Ford
Fall, 1995. I was fourteen, a freshman in high school. I remember the burning sun and an unseasonable warmth as I stepped out of the subway station to begin a short walk across the park. As I passed a crowded bus stop, I heard a loud, distinctive sound cutting through the air.
A ringing phone.
A pay phone stood mere feet from the horde of teenagers awaiting their mode of transportation. I watched them, watched the phone, certain someone would grasp the receiver before I had the chance. To my surprise, the crowd of more than a dozen youths stood oblivious, or more than likely apathetic. Curiosities piqued, I quickened my pace, so sure the ringing would stop before I’d made it. By then, more than ten rings echoed in the warm, late afternoon air. My overstocked backpack weighing me down, I reached with a tentative hand and grasped the receiver. Lifted it. Placed it to my ear.
“Uh…hello?” I called in a quavering, puberty-laced Peter Brady voice.
Though the woman on the other end of the line spoke in a low, sultry voice, did all she could to come across sensual and seductive, I could tell she was long past her prime. She sounded in her mid-to-late fifties, some trace of a nicotine addiction behind her unusual timbre. I don’t recall how she opened the conversation or which name she asked for, but I know that name belonged to a man. I had my doubts this man existed, even after she displayed a strong sense of surprise when I told her the number she’d dialed was not to a personal residence, but a pay phone just off Broad and Oregon.
I figured our conversation would end there, but it seemed she had other things on her mind and keeping me on the line was obviously part of that agenda. She asked where I’d come from. How my day had gone. If I was alone, or had any friends with me. And finally, how old I was. I gave brief, but polite responses, feeling more than ill at ease. The more she spoke, the more seductive her tone, and that sense of discomfort grew.
I told her I had to go, that I was expected home, but she wouldn’t relent. “I was hoping for a little company today,” she said, breathy and eager. “What would you say if I asked you to come over to my house?”
“Uh…” I stammered, choking on my own words. “I…”
“We could have some fun together,” she went on. “If you’re interested.”
The more she tried to persuade me, the more I wanted to flee. But something held me in place. Something kept me talking. I looked at the small crowd waiting for the bus. Wondered if they knew what was happening. I felt more and more embarrassed just standing there holding the receiver.
“I don’t think… I mean, I…”
And then she said it. The four words that caused me to involuntarily pull my lips back in a tight grimace. The four words that left my eyebrows knitted and nose scrunched.
“Do you like titties?”

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Open Wounds -- Available as a FREE Kindle download for a VERY limited time!

Open Wounds, my demented coming-of-age novel of rape, revenge, and self-abuse, is available as a free download for your Amazon Kindle from now until March 9th!  If you like ‘em dark, twisted, and disturbing, this one’s for you.  It’s The Girl Next Door meets The Bell Jar meets Go Ask Alice.  Am I tooting my own tooter by making such comparisons?  Probably.  But do I give a tiny rat’s ass?  Definitely not.  I worked incredibly hard on this novel and I’m really proud of the end result.  So, head on over to Amazon and pick up your free digital copy (while you can)!

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

That Hoodoo, Voodoo That You Do: A Dark Rituals Anthology

From Angelic Knight Press, That Hoodoo, Voodoo That You Do: A Dark Rituals Anthology is a mammoth tome, featuring nearly 400 pages of spells, witchcraft, and more, penned by some of today's most talented voices in small press horror. Authors include Jeffrey C. Carter, Rose Strickman, Mark Mellon, Jake Elliott, Timothy Baker, and yours truly. Edited by Lincoln Crisler, That Hoodoo, Voodoo That You Do is now available in paperback and digital editions!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Decayed Etchings -- Back in Print!

After several months off the shelves, my very first collection of dark fiction is now available in brand new paperback and Kindle editions!  Originally published by Black Bed Sheet Books in the summer of 2011, Decayed Etchings contains 18 stories filled with “gruesome revenge, delightfully twisted circumstances, vicious irony” (Dread Central) and “will leave you begging for more!” (Brittle Endings).  Head on over to and pick up your copy now!

Saturday, September 20, 2014

The Final Girl

That’s right, you lucky people! Two new releases in the same month! In addition to Coffee at Midnight, my fifth novel, The Final Girl, is now available from Thunderstorm Books in a beautiful limited edition that is not only hardcover, but leather-bound! Only a 66-copy run, so you’d better snatch one up while you can!!!

I’m incredibly proud of this book and can honestly say I had more fun writing it than any other. Why? Because it deals with one of my favorite things in the entire world: sleazy low-budget horror flicks! As my second novel, Splattered Beauty, was an homage to the ladies who front these features of fright, this book is an ode to the films themselves. There are tons of little nods and tributes to my many favorites that only devoted fans of splatter cinema will have the ability to detect. Read on for the full synopsis...

The Colonial Theater, a single-screen movie house on the edge of town, is holding a special midnight screening of a brand new splatter flick. But before the opening titles make it to the screen, the popcorn-laden aisles run red with blood as a masked killer begins slaughtering the moviegoers with the aid of a spiked meat tenderizer.

Among those filling the torn seats: a movie blogger in search of fodder to appease his limited readers, a victim of a recent betrayal who’ll do just about anything for an escape from a home she no longer feels welcome, a fugitive on the lam looking for sanctuary from the city streets, and a pair of post-adolescent twins who’ve managed to creep into the theater unseen.

After a full ninety minutes of bloodshed both on and off the silver screen, only four patrons remain. Four patrons who discover that the doors have been locked and the only way out is inside a body bag.

An edge-of-your-seat nail-biter of a thriller, The Final Girl will fill your restless night with a bloody horror show and keep you guessing until the very last page. 

As previously stated, this is a special edition that is available in a limited number of copies, so hurry on over to Thunderstorm Books before they’re all gone! Also, my brand new collection, Coffee at Midnight, is available in paperback and Kindle editions from!

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Coffee at Midnight

I’m pleased to announce the release of my brand new collection, Coffee at Midnight. For those of you who’ve read my previous works, you’ll notice I’ve made a slight departure with this book, as the stories inside don’t necessarily deal with the darker side of human nature. Don’t worry, I’m not taking a permanent vacation from the macabre, but I do find myself with ideas for stories that don’t fit within the horror realm and a lot of the time, I don’t know what to do with them. So, I decided to take some of my favorites and compile them into a nice little collection that I hope readers will enjoy. Here’s the synopsis:

The clock strikes 12:00. A full moon hangs beyond the windowpane as the fireplace flickers and pops. Time to curl up in your favorite easy chair with a steaming mug and a cozy blanket. It’s going to be a long night.

Follow a bevy of buxom ex-call girls as they embark on a cross-country road trip and happen upon a crashed UFO. Join a trio of friends as they assemble for a rooftop barbecue and share their darkest secrets. Watch as an intoxicated bridesmaid stumbles her way through a crowded wedding reception to give an impromptu toast, but instead bears her soul. Listen in on a heated telephone conversation between a jealous boyfriend and his coed girlfriend as she shares a strange story concerning a bizarre favor.

Between the covers of this unusual collection, you’ll find these stories and many more, all guaranteed to tempt, tantalize, titillate the senses. In Brandon Ford’s Coffee at Midnight, you’ll experience a grab bag of ooddball situations and meet an array of quirky characters. So make sure the coffee’s strong, the fire’s warm, and the blanket’s soft. This’ll be a night you won’t soon forget.

Coffee at Midnight is available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions, as well as Smashwords in a variety of ebook formats (you can also download an extended sample here, absolutely free).

Friday, September 5, 2014

Back to Blogger

Well, I’m back.

I’ve spent the past two years of my life in Wordpress Hell and decided I just couldn’t take it anymore.  I’m sure many of you have no trouble navigating the WP layout and dashboard, but I couldn’t manage the simplest tasks without the beginnings of a bleeding ulcer and a nasty case of the cold sweats.  I couldn’t even post a quick update and include a photo to go along with it without finding myself lost in a myriad of options.  Seems to me there’s at least a dozen different ways to do the exact same thing.  So, I figured fuck it.  I’m done.

A few months ago, when I got the idea to start Brandon’sB-Movie Bonanza, I’d planned on doing it through Wordpress.  I spent four hours selecting options and altering a template to suit my fancy only to find that everything I’d focused my attention on would cost me upwards of $50.00.  Pardon me for assuming that setting up a blog was supposed to be a free service.

Before bursting a goddamn blood vessel, I shut it down and took it on over to Blogger.  I literally got everything the way I wanted it in less than ten minutes.  A simple template, a banner, even my first post.  So, I figured if using Blogger is so damned easy, why the hell am I killing myself over at Wordpress?

And once again, here I am.

As you may notice, none of my old posts are included here.  That was a conscious decision on my part.  To be honest, I kinda felt like the Lutz family during the final reel of The Amityville Horror.  They got in their car and fled, leaving behind all of their personal possessions and never returning for them, just like I did with most of the material posted over at Wordpress.  And anyway, the majority of what’s over there is old news and nonsense ramblings I’d probably wrench my face cringing at if I chose to give them a peek.  If anyone wants to look at them, they’re all still there.  Feel free.  I’ve decided to use this as an opportunity to start fresh with all new posts (most of which will probably be nonsense, too).

I do have some pretty exciting updates coming up, though.  Details about my brand new collection, Coffee at Midnight, as well as my fifth novel, The Final Girl, which will be released as a limited edition hardcover this fall.  I’m sure, given the right inspiration, I’ll post a video or two, so stay tuned for that as well.

Guess that’s all for now.  Thanks for stopping by and please check back soon!