Bartholomew is baaaack! And with all his creepy friends.
Grab a comfy chair, your favorite bourbon, and brace yourself for stingers, shivers, and some freakishly fantastic storytelling. Pinehurst’s eerie charm is sure to leave a mark—just make sure it’s not from the wasps.
We’re 
back in the creepy little town of Pinehurst, U.S.A. Hmm, I don’t know if it was a play on words, but Pinehurst, hearse, people dying…you be the judge.
The story picks up with our, undiagnosed, but totally insane cast of characters, Evelyn and Daniel. Yup, they are still working at the radio station, quietly nestled in an eerie, fog ravaged forest. Their job is to play music and occasional ads for the local shops, and oh yeah, warn the village of their impending doom if they are not safely indoors when the fog rolls in.
It’s not the fog that’s the danger, it’s the obscured critters where human body parts (too late, spoiler – not if you read book one. Your fault if you didn’t. Go back to the store and get it. Do not pass go, and you must Venmo Kel $200 and buy the book) the fog is protecting. Did you get lost from the last sentence? Now you must buy a sticker from us too. Shameful plug complete. Wait, this isn’t LitRPG. No, it’s freaky horror.
I hadn’t read much horror before joining the Club. The few books since left me wanting. Not slasher type reads – don’t like those movies. Gore for the sake of gore it is pointless. Go ahead, bring on the reason why you enjoy slasher crap.
Anyway, I do like creepy stories. Ones that give me shivers and make me think twice about reading them at night. Light sleeper here – you creeper – odd noises wake me up even with a sound machine going. Makes having cats in the house so much fun. But I divulge too much.
This was definitely a comfy chair, bourbon sipping read. They say alcohol gives courage and when a scene is about to get unnerving, the right bourbon brings the nerves back down under control. No, this is not a plug for my go-to bourbon of choice: Elijah Craig. 😋 But sitting down with an old soul like Elijah helps take the edge off the sinister plot Kel Byron weaves for this edition. Once again, I am left trying to remember the phone numbers for these characters who I feel are my long-lost friends, so I can call them and tell them to get the hell out of there!
She amps up the action, the relatability of the characters, and the storyline like a seasoned pro. When I say that, I am comparing her to authors that have decades of books under their belt. Granted, they started out well and some have faded through the years (you know who you are!). No pressure, Ms. Byron. You’re on a roll and I like it. Keep it coming. If you get stuck, I’d be happy to help – and I come pro-bono.
A Lonely Broadcast – Book Two gets another five stars from me.
Did I mention the wasps? Freaking hell no! Stingers straight from the fiery depths. No. No. No!
