I am delighted to be a part of the blog tour for; Dark Drink by Tina O’Hailey, this book sounds fabulous I am in love with the cover and very excited to be sharing an exclusive book extract with you all.

Dark Drink

Jude and Mercedez have kept deadly secrets from each other.

Jackson’s suicide haunts Jude. She burned all evidence of her brother’s depravity. One less monster in the world, right? Tech-savvy Mercedez is the last living witness to a teenage amateur horror film that ended with a gruesome death. She never told.

A viral video (thanks, Whiskers) brings internet fame—forcing flip-phone wielding Jude to choose between her job as the second female in the VP motorcycle motorcade or her mixologist hobby.

Global visibility brings naked vulnerability—someone has subscribed to Jude’s channel.

Missing neighbors found dead in side-by-side freezers, viral drunk “I quit” videos, spammed porn magazine subscriptions, snail mail severed fingers, sabotaged cave trips, cryptic social media comments, and stalking photos push the codependent friends over the edge (literally, off the side of a bluff) when best friends find out secrets can kill.

Purchase Links

UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Drink-Absolutely-Gripping-Psychological-ebook/dp/B09VMBWVG9

US – https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Drink-Absolutely-Gripping-Psychological-ebook/dp/B09VMBWVG9

Book Extract

This is a flashback from Mercedez’s point of view, meeting Jude’s creepy older brother. Mercedez’s adoptive parents died when she was young. Her aunt is raising her and doing the best she can.


I have kept so much from Jude. In the beginning, I was too young to know Jackson for what he was.

I was probably 6 or 7 when I first visited Jude’s house. Jude’s Mom went out of her way to make me feel at home and though I smiled and nodded at all the right places, I couldn’t help but feel unwanted.

It wasn’t Mrs. Morris’s fault. I felt unwanted and wrong in my own skin. No amount of chocolate chip cookies and milk from a mother figure with a warm smile was going to erase that. Jude excused herself from the table for a moment, saying,

“I’m going to get my sticker book. Be right back.”

She ran off. I sat there at the table feeling awkward and alone.

Her Mom had her back to me as she washed the dishes.

“Mom says we can watch Forrest Gump on laser disk,” Jude called out from her room.

I loved ForrestGump. That day was the first time I saw it.

Since then, I must have watched that film 500 times.

Jackson came in the front door. I could see him from where I sat at the kitchen table, in the same seat Jude would sit in years later and watch Jackson’s body get rolled out of the house in a black body bag.

Jackson was looking at something in his hand, a Polaroid, then slipped it into his inside pocket. The look on his face was disturbing. He looked hungry for whatever was in the picture. His eyes lifted and met mine. For a split second he looked startled, then blazingly angry. He blinked the heated anger away and his eyes went dead cold. A large lifeless smile spread across his face and he came towards me.

I felt nauseated looking at his smile. All teeth. I imagined rows and rows of razor teeth with gangrenous meat stuck in them like a shark. Dead black shark eyes. I had no experience yet in life to know to listen to your instincts.

“You must be new to town.” He looked down the hallway where Jude appeared with a 3-ring binder hugged to her chest. “New friend, Jude?” he asked.

Jude rolled her eyes at him and did not reply.

“Mom, Jude is being rude,” he whined. Those dark eyes of his became depths where no light could escape as he continued to stare at me. His death grin stretched wider.

“Jude. Introduce your friend to Jackson,” Mom called from the sink without turning around.

Jude rolled her eyes again and frowned at Jackson; introduced us by pointing at each person with her notebook, then opened the book and turned to me. “This is my favorite sticker. Touch it. It’s squishy.”

Jackson stood there a while longer while we ignored him. Eventually he leaned in close to Jude, his lips almost touching her ears, and whispered, “I’m going to go feed Fuzzy Bunny. Want to watch?”

Jude took in a breath and froze. I didn’t know at the time about the years of taunts and manipulation that went beyond normal sibling rivalry. All I knew was Jude looked like a tiny

mouse caught in a tiger’s grasp, like I had seen on Wonderful World of Nature.

Jude’s Mom intervened, “Jackson, go away. Fuzzy Bunny is Jude’s responsibility. Go on now. Leave the kids alone.”

She stood behind Jude and smoothed her hair while Jackson slunk down the hallway and out of sight.

That night, I told my aunt I wanted to make my hair look like Jenny’s from Forrest Gump and she laughed, touching her own thinning brown hair, then mine. “Got that Haiti hair.” She slumped further on the couch, too exhausted to keep her eyes open. “Good luck with that, goldilocks.”

Author Bio

Tina O’Hailey is an animation professor, a caver, and an occasional mapper of grim, wet, twisty caves (if she owes a friend a favor or loses a bet), whose passion is to be secluded on a mountain and to write whilst surrounded by small, furry dogs and hot coffee. Tina was once struck by lightning.

She has served as an artistic trainer for Walt Disney Feature Animation, Dreamworks, and Electronic Arts. Any movie credit she has is minimal and usually found in the special thanks section. The meager credits do not account for the great honor it was to teach talented artists who worked on numerous feature films and games.

She has authored animation textbooks “Rig it Right”, “Hybrid Animation” published by Focal Press, and the Darkness Universe novels “Absolute Darkness”, “When Darkness Begins” published by Black Rose Writing. O’Hailey is a member of the NSS, VES, and International Thriller Writers.

Her favorite motorcycle is her BMW R1200C—mathematically perfect for her short legs, turns on a dime, and is the ugliest bike ever.

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