Full On Insanity with Nicola Matt – Episode 1

Yesterday I had the pleasure of sitting down with writer, co-author, and friend, author Angel H. Scott for our first ever podcast of Full On Insanity with Nicola Matt. We had a lot of fun and I’m looking forward to doing more podcasts and interviews with fellow authors and other artists.

If anyone would like to be a featured guest on the show (we literally talk about everything on this show, including random episodes of The Walking Dead and other fandoms), please be sure to CLICK HERE to fill out the guest request form. I will be back with you as soon as possible to schedule a date and time.

In the meantime, if you would like to listen to me and Angel shooting the shit for an hour (we did do a lot of giggling), watch the podcast below – and excuse my really bad southern drawl 😀

Crowd Funding & Indie Artists – Don’t Like It? Go Get Effed

Since the formation of the ‘indie’ artist, they have had to rely on a variety of funding adventures to get their art out to the masses – borrowing from family, friends, pawning items, Ebay, selling them on CraigsList – whatever it took to get the capital to fund their next project.

Some time ago, some ingenious person thought it would be a really great idea if they put together a website that would allow artists and other entrepreneurs the ability to tap into crowd funding – a way for people who really believed in their work, their product, and/or their business plan to invest money into helping them fund the project.

For the most part, it really is a great system. It has allowed artists of all types – musicians, painters, budding film makers and directors just to name a few – to scrape together the capital needed to finish their projects and get it out to those who not only helped fund the project, but to those who may ultimately become a fan.

Basically, crowd funding works just like finding investors for a company – you write up your sales pitch and put it out there for the world. People who want to invest in the project/business venture in exchange for a copy of the finished product do so happily. For the most part, people have used it to fund musical albums, to create prototypes, to help with business start-up capital, to create paintings, to fund films – the list goes on and on.

For some reason, though, people of the author community seem to think that this crowd funding option should not be available to writers and authors. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I see authors bashing other authors for doing crowd funding to help offset the costs of editors, formatters, cover artists, or even with funding a book signing tour. I don’t quite understand WHY everyone seems to think it is okay when bands get together to crowd fund their next album, but these same people will break out the lynch mob if an author dares to do a crowd funding campaign to help with the costs of producing a book. Are we not artists too? Do we not have the same rights as any other artist to fund our projects however we see fit? Exactly what gives you the right to tell others what they can and cannot do in order to fund their projects? Are you jealous you didn’t think of it first?

Yes, I understand you have the leeches of society who are basically using crowd funding as a way to be lazy and expect everyone else to pay their way. No, I am NOT going to pay your bills because you want to sit on your ass and write full-time. Hell, I’d like to do that too, but I have bills to pay and it’s not anyone else’s place to pay those bills but mine. But, I don’t see anything wrong with doing a crowd funding campaign to help pay for all the many professionals that are needed in order to get a book ready for publication. To me, it’s no different from bands crowd funding their next album or indie film makers funding their next film. No, I don’t think they should just ask for money without offering anything in return. That’s just charity. That’s being lazy and expecting someone else to pay your way. But actual crowd funding investment? Why do authors hate this so much?

Well, here’s a little secret. I use crowd funding, and if you don’t like it, you can go get effed. And if you are one of those who think you just have to point out how wrong you think it is for an author to offer someone a copy of their upcoming release in exchange for them investing in said project ahead of time through crowd funding, I’m pretty sure I’m going to refer you back to the above italicized sentence.

If you don’t want to use crowd funding, then by all means, don’t. But don’t get pissed off because the rest of us are utilizing all the avenues at our disposal to get our projects out to our readers. If my readers want to pay me in advance for a book I’m still working on, that’s their business. No one is forcing you to use crowd funding, but don’t knock others for using the same business model which has proven to work time and time again just because you don’t like it. I don’t see any of you telling JK Rowling she should be ashamed for living off the government for years while she wrote Harry Potter. So if you wouldn’t tell her to put her projects and dreams on hold “until she saved up and could afford it,” then please don’t say that shit to indie authors either.

Running Facebook Groups – Advice from “The Little Guy”

Ok, I know a lot of you run Facebook groups, so let me give you a little advice. At one time, I was writing exclusively for an adult website. It was unpaid, but when I left, my work was getting hundreds of thousands of hits each month. It’s one of the reasons why I had such a large reader base and was making really good money as a writer once upon a time when I decided to start self publishing.

Now, you are probably wondering why I left if I was getting so much exposure. The reason? God-mods. The people who ran the site and the forums were all so full themselves & had gotten so drunk on the power they wielded that they ultimately ran off all the good writers that were keeping their millions of visitors happy each month. Now the site is dead, it’s losing money hand-over-fist, and all I can do is laugh about it because all of us who left TOLD THEM it was going to happen, and they refused to listen. It took them nearly ten years to run the site into the ground, but it’s happening, and now it’s just before having to close up shop because there isn’t enough traffic to keep the advertising dollars rolling in.

So, what does this have to do with FB groups? I’m seeing this same behavior taking place more and more often in author “support” groups. I can’t tell you how many groups I’ve joined only to remove myself from them within minutes because it is being ran by power-hungry god-mods who are not letting their members post in the groups. It defeats the whole purpose of having a group if 1. The admins are the only ones allowed to post in it 2. There are so damn many rules people are afraid to post or comment for fear of being banned and blocked and 3. Every effing post that goes up has to be approved and only a select handful of people ever have their posts approved for posting.

Needless to say, if I have joined a group that looks like this, I leave it immediately, I let all my fellow authors know which groups to avoid like the plague, and then we all gang up into the groups that allow us to actually post about writing, writing resources, and our author services.
So, the moral of this story is, if you are a power-hungry god-mod intent upon being a dictator of your own little slice of FB land, guess what is ultimately going to happen to your little group? BYE FELICIA!!

Book Formatting Classes – Now Taking Applications

“If you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. If you TEACH a man to fish, you feed him for life.”

Are you struggling with understanding how to properly format books for Kindle and paperback? Are you tired of digging through all the red tape trying to figure out who to hire to format your books? How do you know your files are being formatted to industry standard? Maybe you are just tired of hiring out work you could easily do yourself, if you just knew where to begin.

Stop struggling with book formatting and wondering if you are getting the best quality work for your money. Formatting isn’t as difficult as you may think, you just need someone with the experience and the know-how to show you how it’s done. For less than the cost of formatting just ONE Kindle and paperback book, you can learn how to format your work to industry standards, ensuring your books have just the look and feel you were looking for.

Classes start February 4th. Don’t wait, spaces are limited.



Bitten After Dark Boutique


In addition to offering cool swag & shirts, I am officially opening the Bitten After Dark Boutique which offers hand-crafted, unique and one-of-a-kind beaded jewelry and accessories. All items are designed and hand-crafted by Nicola C. Matthews. Check us out on FACEBOOK and click on the SHOP tab to view today’s selection.

Jinx’d! Cover Reveal




Yesterday we happily unveiled the new cover for the upcoming third book in the Sweet Seductions Series, Jinx’d! This urban fantasy erotic comedy is scheduled to hit Amazon Kindle on October 25th with paperbacks available within two weeks after that time. The ebook will be on sale for the first 3 days for just $0.99 Be sure to #1Click your copy next week!




Sweet Seductions

Book 3

Nicola C. Matthews

Angel H. Scott

Alicia’s career was going nowhere. In a world where younger was always better, a woman nearing thirty was practically useless in the entertainment industry. She had long since given up her dreams of becoming a model, having spent the best years of her life as the assistant to The Great Georgio, a magical act which relied more on the comic relief of her ability to always manage to sabotage a show rather than based on Georgio’s actual magical talents. When she accidentally cracks open the skull of Jeremy Fergers, the guitarist for the world-renowned vampire metal band White Coffin, Georgio sees a unique opportunity to resurrect their doomed careers.

Georgio is convinced their only hope of making a name for themselves relies on her becoming a member of the undead. He plans to have Alice seduce Jeremy, hoping he will embrace her, but when Alicia begins to fall in love with their mark, she refuses to go through with their original plan, forcing Georgio to improvise as he continues his quest for ultimate fame as the world’s greatest magician.

Finding himself in a dangerous situation, Jeremy must make a painful decision – can he live with himself if he embraces Alicia, or can he learn to live without the woman whose impossible klutziness has somehow managed to steal his heart?

#OctoberFrights Blog Hop Day 5: The Last Funeral



Midnight Forever: Zombies 3

The Last Funeral

by Brandon Henry



Tina looked down the scope of the rifle she hugged to her shoulder at the man who had taught her how to use it. Or, what had once been her father. Now, it was just a zombie wearing his clothes, his face. Tina thought of how he’d put his hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear to slow her heart beat. In her mind, she put her finger on the trigger and downed a 12-point buck. She had fed her family for a month on all that meat. Now, as she stood on a wreck-covered city overpass, looking down the same scope, she felt her heart drop.

“Protect yourself! No matter what happens! Protect yourself, Tina!” Those were his last words as they fled the looted grocery store. They were separated by the horde as soon as they got outside. So she scampered up to the top of the store and ran along the roofs of the old city to escape the horde. Tina waited until the undead thinned out to begin her search for him, only finding his pack, and his old hunting rifle. She was walking out of the city when she’d noticed a familiar shirt she knew. And the size of the thing wearing it. Tina stopped, shouldered her rifle, and looked down the scope.

Looking for a wind indicator, she looked at an American flag lying flat on its pole. Even the flag knew this country was dead. Tina scoped in on the thing wearing her father’s body. She pulled the trigger. The bullet crossed the road and into the middle of the parking lot, where It stood within mere milliseconds. The back of its head exploded, as the zombie’s brains flew out and splattered onto the asphalt. The sound of the shot seemed to carry on forever across the muted city and down the highway. Slowly, Tina lowered herself onto the sunbaked highway asphalt. As tears began to run down her face, she noticed a zombie shambling towards her. ‘Protect yourself, Tina’, her father had told her. Bringing up her sidearm, she blew the bastard’s head off. The body stood for a second and crumpled to the ground in a wet thud. Her gaze went back to the body of her father. ‘We bury our own,’ she thought.

Tina returned to the city and spent a few hours looking for a running truck. Finally she found one. It was in a dinky little local garage, with the keys in a plastic baggie on the hood next door. Next door, was a used car lot that had caught fire, along with all of its vehicles. Somehow the truck was unscathed, and met her needs.

The sun was throwing shadows as she turned into the lot where her father’s body lay. The lot was empty say for two zombies that were outside the fence, feeding on what may have been a dog. Stepping out of the cab next to the corpse, she caught a whiff of his stink. Tina nearly blacked out. Covering her mouth with her hand, she went and let the tailgate down. She walked back around to the front of the bed. Tucked up under the toolbox was a folded up tarp. “Perfect,” Tina said, as she pulled it out and began unfolding it. Checking her surroundings and the deepening shadows, Tina laid the tarp next her father’s body like a body bag. Starting with his legs, she pulled him onto the plastic tarp. His upper body was harder to get on the tarp, but when she finally got him centered, she noticed she noticed growling. ‘They’ had noticed her.

She wrapped his body, pulled him to the back of the truck, and in a surprising feat, she picked him up in her arms and gently laid him in the truck bed. “Damn, old man, you been working out?” She asked him. Suddenly, behind her, she heard the fence around the lot give way and fall in. Tina peered in the direction of the sound. There were more of them than she’d thought. Carefully she pushed his body further into the bed, climbed out, and closed the tailgate. As she drove off, just for fun, Tina peeled out of the parking lot.

She drove straight through the night and cried for a quite a while, as the rolled tarp flapped in the wind. Just as the full summer moon started to dim on the horizon, she noticed this damaged sign. All that was visible was the word, ‘Graveyard’. Turning onto the road, she saw some lengths of rope and some bungee cords hanging on a fence. She grabbed them. The graveyard was clean and quiet. The grass needed trimming though. As she lowered the tailgate, she saw his eyes. They were still blue, but there was a red ring around the edges. Pulling the plastic over his face, she kissed his cheek over the tarp.

As morning came, Tina secured her father’s body with tarp and rope. There was an old tool shed a few yards away, with a shovel inside. Once he was securely wrapped, she dug him a deep grave in the soft dirt. He’d lay next to a soldier and his wife, she knew he would love that. ‘A great conversationalist!’ her father always claimed to be. Lowering him to the ground, she found she’d lost most of her energy she had the day before. She would eat after he was in the ground, to gain some strength. The hole he lay next to was just long enough, wide enough for him and deep enough for her liking. Tina knelt down and said a prayer.

‘Lord, please take him and keep him safe. Never one for violence and never took to drink. Never raised a hand or his voice to my mother or me. He raised me well and right. Tell him I’ll fight to my last breath. Amen.’

Tina lowered him into the ground and covered him in dirt. She found a wooden plank in the shed and wrote his name and date of birth. She wasn’t sure of the current date. The sun came out from behind the trees, and pulling out of the graveyard, she felt an instant warmth through her whole body. She pulled up to the graveyard sign and spotted some highway signs, and a burned out wrecked car in the ditch. There was a zombie still inside, with no arms but a biting mouth still working. She wasn’t far from the ocean, according to the signs. She could use a dip in the salty water. Tina turned and looked over her shoulder and yelled, “Hey Dad! I’m going to the beach!”


The End


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#OctoberFrights Blog Hop Day 4: What’s My Name?


Dark mysterious castle at sea background with two planets

Midnight Forever: Zombies

What’s my name?

by Brandon Henry


I opened my eyes and only saw red at first.

‘Whose blood is this?’ I thought. Damn I’m cold.  My whole body is stiff.  I cannot get up!

‘Why do they tingle?’  I wondered.  I moved my head and saw someone else lying on top of me. I opened my mouth to say something to the figure, but all that came out was a gurgled sigh. What’s my name?

Slowly, I propped myself on my arms and sat upright. The person lying across my legs nearly trapping me was dead. He was laid on his back with his stomach open and was partially eaten away. The sight should have made my insides churn, instead I felt nothing. At all. Nothing but hunger. The smell of something putrid nearby drove me to push the corpse off me. Slowly, and stiffly I walked over to the door of the small shed. Outside, the sun was shining brightly enough to hurt my eyes, but even that faded away as an instinct took over. Hunger. Food. What is my name? Everyone has a name…

The houses, they’re all boarded up, abandoned.

‘Why?’ I thought. I opened my mouth, as if to ask the world a question, but only a retorted a sigh, ending in an animal growl.

‘What is wrong with me?’

I screamed inside my head. Something bumped into me from behind. A tall man in a suit stood next to me, the whole left side of his face burned away, burned down to black bone. I screamed, inside. A hiss came out of my mouth.

‘Where’s my beautiful voice?! What is wrong with me?!’

I looked in all directions, everyone and everything I saw was dead, and empty. A pair of children walked past me, still holding hands, their necks ripped open. Following close behind them, a woman in a pink robe, still gripping a mug saying, ‘#1 Mom’. Her head split open in one huge gash. Her lips ripped off of her face. I watched it all in horror. What is my name? Everyone has a name! What did people call me…

Smell. Hunger. Some noise, very close, smell. Slowly, I flowed with the mass of the corpses towards the sound. I’m losing myself, so hungry, smell……..food. Hungry.

‘Do I know this neighborhood? Did I live here? Did I have … people? A group? In a house? Dammit, what’s the word?’

Questions filled my head till I thought I’d burst. Kind of wish it had. What’s my… BOOM!

Everything was moving. I was being pushed, carried away. In my head I was screaming. Out of my mouth, I’m groaning. I was under my own power as the mass had spread out. I wanted to be alone. Slowly, I made my way up to an open door. I felt like knocking, not that there would have been anyone to answer. Inside was quiet and dry. Empty. Walking toward a table, I sat in a chair, trying to collect my thoughts.  I’m missing something. What is it? What did I forget? It was important, I was sure. What’s my name?

A sound came from above me. Upstairs.


A voice boomed in my head. My body moved to the stairs, I’m barely in control. Moving up the stairs, I heard noises, rising and falling. Hunger. Walking down the hallway, the floor creaked. A door suddenly slams shut. I throw my body against it, scratching, clawing, biting, and pushing. I moan. I grunt. So HUNGRY! Suddenly, the door flew open, and the world turned white.

I woke up on the floor, my arms and legs missing. Hungry. Smell food. Hunger. A face appears in front of me. He’s crying. HUNGRY!

‘Shut Up!!’ I screamed inside. Again, I groan and moan. The man slowly puts something to my head.

‘What’s my name?’ I wonder.

“Goodbye, Erynn.”

He says.


Suddenly the world went black.

The End


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#OctoberFrights Blog Hop Day 3: Hell’s Mouth



Midnight Forever: A Light at the End of the World.

Hell’s Mouth

by Brandon Henry



Sit down, I want to tell you about a video I saw the other day. It’s not online anymore, and no one seems to know where it came from, or where it went. All I know is that I can’t find it anymore.

Anyway, somewhere in the world is this perfectly round hole. The sides are perfectly smooth, and there’s no sign that it was made by human hands. The people who made the video actually lowered the camera into the hole, which was a good idea, I thought. You can still see the light from the entrance in the beginning of the video, but it quickly turns to complete darkness as the camera descends.

It’s nothing but darkness and the sound of the camera scraping the sides for several minutes, but the camera slowly begins to show static instead of the complete darkness. The operators see this on their remote console and pulls the camera back to the top. They check the thing out from top to bottom, but its fine, so they send it in again. The same thing happens, and the men decide to keep going anyway. They don’t speak English, but they explain with subtitles that the lens is broken but the microphone still works.

Anyway, it’s a few more minutes of darkness and the sound of plastic scraping on the rock, but soon you being to hear something. And this is where it gets interesting. It’s whispering.

The microphone picks up voices that are whispering in a language that can’t be identified. As the camera continues to descend, the voices intensify. Now, thousands of voices are crying and screaming out in pain. Just when you think you can’t take any more, the video goes blank.

The captions on the screen begin explaining that the line had jerked from their hands before mysteriously going slack. They quickly pulled the lineup and were shocked to discover that the line had melted. It also looked chewed on, but there’s nothing in this world that can leave teeth marks that deep into a metal cord…much less melt it.

The video disappeared the day after I saw it, and I tried contacting the author about it, but no one knew anything about it. Every trace of the video had vanished.

I do know that the video was shot in the White Pan Desert and a hole that size shouldn’t be too hard to find.

But we’re going to need a good camera.

The End

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