A snippet from an email from my father…

“You have a classic anti-hero in the personage of Kevin.  He is compelling, revolting, completely without conscience and graced with a charisma that you describe with skill.  His is such a commanding presence that I found it a great relief to find myself in a chapter involving other characters–the investigator, his female assistant, the sheriff, his office gal.  I knew that for that span of novel time I would be spared witnessing Kevin’s machinations, his indomitable evil incarnate.  Those hiatuses allowed me to stay with the novel through all the chapters that rived my heart to witness the graphic degradations promulgated by Kevin in scene after scene.  I think it is a telling device to let us hear his egocentric italicized and disdainful remarks about those who would catch him out, about those incapable of seeing through his hypocrisy.  Fools, he would name them.”

– My father

No Male Bashing

As a quick aside, I love men. Recent posts are not meant to be strictly-speaking “male-bashing.” Rather they are short insights to moments in my own life that I realize shaped my character, Kevin Hillar – a man who is more than bored or misogynist; rather Kevin is evil, pure and simple.



Let me say right off the bat that In the Seventh Day is most definitely NOT for the faint of heart. Ms. Easton has created a character that is terrifying. Springboarding off of a popular ultraconservative concept called “umbrella authority,” she takes that idea and has it run amok in this little community. Kevin Hillar takes this idea of authority to an extreme and uses it in ways that are shocking and frightening (not to mention nauseating). The way he manipulates people is creepy. He certainly does have a “gift.”

The scenes are graphic. The crimes are almost done without any thought, making Kevin Hillar one of the most terrifying villains I’ve ever seen, especially when coupled with a religious concept that I already didn’t agree with.

I enjoyed the book, while hating the main characters. Pretty much all of them. In truth, there really is no “protagonist” in this story. The people who fall prey to Hillar’s manipulation are just as much to blame as he. The only true innocent in this tale is the young Patricia, just a teen. This is a shocking look at a horrible type of manipulation. It made me think of a song by Steve Taylor from 1985, called “I Manipulate.” http://youtu.be/cKlZ7U67Uio

Let me re-emphasize…don’t read this book if you’re squeamish. There are scenes that will turn your stomach. If you can handle it, grab it.

A Twisted Religion

The first 3 copies – yep, only 3 – arrived yesterday. I’m sure they were delivered to the wrong address because they showed up late last night on my doorstep. I do hope UPS doesn’t work its delivery drivers after dark – like – after 9 p.m.!

The red color of the font works! Yes, I was worried. Unfortunately it appears a tad dark online, but in person it’s vivid enough and conveys blood quite well.

Re-reading the back cover description, I found myself running through tag-lines again! A Twisted Religion came through this time.

Settling down on my couch with my coffee to read through IN THE SEVENTH DAY – book in hand. What a delight!


A Man Profoundly Lost

Despite being the author of IN THE SEVENTH DAY, I discover – here and there throughout my days – that I shudder when I think of my main character Kevin Hillar, a ‘religious’ man who is profoundly lost.

I can’t recall if I’ve told you that I cried when I wrote the Epilogue.

Proverbial Wolf in Wooly Clothing

My main character, smooth-talking, handsome, outwardly-kind Kevin Hillar is inwardly without conscience, unaware that what he does is wrong. In his mind, his actions are perfectly logical.

He’s come to Vevay, Indiana – a very small community between Louisville, Kentucky and Cincinnati, Ohio – to plant a church which he does in a local tobacco farmer’s barn.

As soon as the reverend meets the Gateway family, he knows what he wants. From his desire comes many evils.

IN THE SEVENTH DAY is now available and ready for purchase here or here.

A Misogynist Tragedy

Correctly titling your work is paramount; perhaps the tagline – if you have one – is equally important. I’ve called IN THE SEVENTH DAY a “crime novel,” “erotica,” “erotic literature,” [ or is that literary erotica? ]. My mother and daughter – who’ve not read it yet – call it “pornography.”

IN THE SEVENTH DAY contains – for certain – some explicit sexual encounters that emerge from Kevin Hillar’s personality.

Being true to a character and his or her nature is equally vital in good writing.