Saturday, 11 August 2018

Logo Design Contest

This is the logo that Black Beacon Books has used since we published Subtropical Suspense in 2014. We think it's quite effective, playing on alliteration and using a font and colours that stand out. It conveys the sense of darkness and mystery that matches the fiction we publish. What do you think? You probably agree that we can do better. You might think that YOU can do a whole lot better. Can you? Show us! We're now running a logo design contest.

What are we looking for? Use your imagination, and your design skills. The logo should represent the idea behind Black Beacon Books (refer to the "about" section of this site). In short, we are mysterious, suspenseful, quirky, and atmospheric. Images incorporating a beacon or lighthouse could be a good angle to aim for, but a completely unrelated take might blow us away. We would like our name or acronym to be included in some manner; Black Beacon Books or BBB. We're planning on using the logo for the website, social media, books (print and ebook), as well as bookmarks.

PRIZES!
The Winner: Books galore! Our complete catalogue to date in print (five titles) and in ebook if you like (the same five, plus "The Hunt for the Stayne Fortune")
Between Two and Five Runners Up: An ebook of your choice

Two submissions maximum per artist.

Email to blackbeaconbooks(at)gmail.com (Subject: BBB Logo Contest)

THE CONTEST CLOSES AT MIDNIGHT ON HALLOWEEN 2018

HOW WILL THE WINNER BE CHOSEN?
Once all submissions are in, between three and five will be chosen to be put to a public vote via Facebook and other social media platforms. This will be an excellent opportunity to attract attention to your work for the runners up and winner. We intend to share guest posts by and interviews with the finalists.

Show us what you've got!

Wednesday, 18 July 2018

Shelter from the Storm

An anthology for readers who love stormy weather, whether it be the thunderstorms of the tropics, the tempests of the Atlantic, or the blizzards of the frozen north. Seek shelter, batten down the hatches, and lose yourself in this short anthology of suspense, mystery, and terror, designed to be read in one stormy sitting while the wind howls or thunder bellows.

Purchase your print or ebook copy via Amazon, or go to our shop for other options.





Excerpt from "The Murder at Karreg Du":


Wind shook Oscar Tremont’s black Peugeot 403 as the vintage car advanced at a prudent speed. Over the trees lining the narrow back road, dark clouds raced like celestial stallions and rain fell in waves, the volleys of unseen archers opening battle. Leaves struck the windscreen, where they remained momentarily, until a sweep of the wipers sent them hurtling into the night. Following what was little more than a sealed lane in such conditions demanded the driver’s undivided attention.
‘I’m not so sure about your shortcut, Oscar. Have you noticed you have a knack for transforming relaxing weekends away into treasure hunts, rescue missions, and historical investigations?’
‘There’s a definite trend,’ he replied, shooting her a mischievous glance.
‘The storm’s growing. I do hope we arrive soon.’
He said nothing, and they went back to listening to the baying of the wind.
‘I’ve just lost my internet connection, so I can’t navigate at all now.’
‘We shouldn’t be far from Le Gâvre. This road cuts through the forest, close to where we had a picnic with your parents years ago. Once we’re out of the woods, we’ll get back onto the departmental road.’
‘Watch out!’ Louise yelled, but he was already easing the car to a standstill.
Two yellow hazard lights were blinking at them through the darkness, and the fainter reflection of two others could be seen on the rough surface that blocked the road in front of the car.
Having come to a complete stop, the full force of the gale could be better appreciated. The Peugeot was being jostled and the branches all about them were thrashing maniacally.
‘A fallen tree,’ Louise mused. ‘I suppose I ought to be surprised.’
‘I assure you it wasn’t me, chérie. Believe it or not, I was looking forward to an uneventful weekend.’