Interview with Bobby Nash

Today, it's a pleasure to welcome Bobby Nash to Authors to Watch. He's here to talk to us about his novel, Evil Ways, and his story "Fear of the Dark," which is part of an anthology by Moonstone Books. In addition to the interview, Bobby is also sharing a fantastic excerpt with us.

Tricia: Can you tell us a little about yourself?

Bobby: My name is Bobby Nash. I am a writer of novels, comic books, short prose, graphic novels, screenplays, and whatever else publishers/clients need. I was stunned and honored to win the 2013 Pulp Ark Award for Best Author. You can learn more about me and my work at

Tricia: When did you begin writing?

Bobby: I started writing when I was in high school and kept up with it afterward. I was very fortunate to have a couple of teachers that really encouraged me to continue. That helped a lot.

Tricia: Describe your writing process. Do you plot or write by the seat of your pants? When and where do you write?

Bobby: I generally have a loose plot in my head with certain plot points already laid out. Then I write from one plot point to the next, which keeps me on track, but also allows for those spontaneous moments where the story can take you in an unexpected direction.

Tricia: Can you tell us about your most recent release?

Bobby: The latest book to be released featuring my work is The Spider: Extreme Prejudice, an anthology from Moonstone Books. The Spider is a classic pulp character created in 1933 and appeared in pulp mags. A vigilante, The Spider faced down criminals big and small as well as a supernatural enemy or two.

My story is called “Fear The Dark.” Marianne Nelson is afraid of the dark. Every time she closes her eyes she sees monstrous visions of herself and a strange woman being chased by a menacing creature with disturbing features and fangs. She chalks it all up to bad dreams until she meets the woman from her vision, Nita Van Sloan and her friend, Richard Wentworth. How does The Spider figure in to her visions?

Tricia: How did you get the idea for the book?

Bobby: Moonstone invited me to pitch a story for the book. They liked my pitch and from there it was just a matter of writing it. The basic plot was one I’ve had in the back of my head for awhile, but had nowhere to use it. It seemed a perfect fit for a tale of The Spider.

Tricia: If you could recommend just one of your books to my readers, which book would you choose?

Bobby: Probably Evil Ways, which was my first novel. I’m rather proud of it.

Tricia: Of all your characters, which one is your favorite? Why?

Bobby: That’s a tough one. It’s like having to choose between your children. Plus, the answer will no doubt change from day to day, but at the moment Tom Myers, the sheriff of Sommersville, GA holds the top spot. Sheriff Myers has appeared in two of my novels, Evil Ways and Deadly Games! He is also going to appear in Evil Intent, which is in process now. Plus, the character has been chattering away in the back of my mind. He wants his own story and I’m planning to give him one in 2014.

Tricia: What was the most challenging aspect of writing your book?

Bobby: Every book has its own unique challenges. With The Spider, the challenges came in keeping the character recognizable since he was not a character I created. The rights owner and the publisher have set guidelines and I have to work within them. That means making sure the characters act in character.

Tricia: What would you like to tell us about your book or your writing that someone wouldn’t discover during a casual review of your blurb or website?

Bobby: I love to write and I love playing in different genres and universes. I want readers of my work to have a good time. I’m here to entertain, not preach or push an agenda. I just want to write stories that a reader can get lost inn for a short time.

Tricia: What is your primary goal as an author?

Bobby: Primarily, my job is to tell interesting stories. A personal goal is to find my work on the New York Times Bestseller List. It’s a goal.

Tricia: Which authors have inspired your writing?

Bobby: Like the favorite characters question, this is one where the answer changes from day to day. At the moment I’m inspired by the work of authors Michael Connelly, Alex Kava, Beverly Conner, J.T. Ellison, and the late Stephen J. Cannell. They are each fantastic writers and I learn a lot from reading their work.

Tricia: What projects are you currently working on?

Bobby: I generally have a few open projects going at any one particular time, but this has been a really busy year so it’s a little busier than usual. At the moment I am putting the finishing touches on a novella for Fight Card Books called “Barefoot Bones” that is almost completed. I’m also working on a set of several short stories for a publisher and recently finished the first of three media tie-in stories for another publisher. Unfortunately, I can’t say much about those last two at this time. After they are finished, I have “Snow,” a novella followed by a Honey West/Domino Lady novel for Moonstone Books. Then it’s back to work on the Evil Intent novel, which is already in process. Whew.

Tricia: What advice would you offer to new or aspiring authors?

Bobby: If you want to pursue writing as a career then you have to treat it like one. This is a lesson I learned the hard way. That means that you sometimes have to skip social events, pull an all-nighter, and juggle multiple projects. It’s not always easy, but it can be a great job. Know what you want, research it, and set the goals you want to achieve.

Bobby’s Bio:

From his secret lair in the wilds of Bethlehem, Georgia, Bobby Nash, the 2013 Pulp Ark Award Winner for Best Author, writes a little bit of everything including novels, comic books, short prose, novellas, graphic novels, screenplays, media tie-ins, and even a little pulp fiction just for good measure. And he sleeps at least once a week, whether he needs it or not.

Between deadlines, Bobby is a part-time extra in movies and television. He is also the co-host of the Earth Station One podcast ( Bobby is a member of the International Association of Media Tie-in Writers.

In 2013, Bobby was awarded Best Author by the Pulp Ark Awards. It was his first professional writing award and for once in his life was at a loss for words with his name was announced.
For more information on Bobby Nash please visit him at, and among other places across the web.

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Evil’s coming...
Don’t look back!

FBI Agent Harold Palmer needed a relaxing vacation. All he wanted was to travel to Sommersville, Georgia to visit his brother, newspaper publisher and reporter, Franklin Palmer. He should have known better.

The graduating class of 2002 have returned to Sommersville for their ten year high school reunion, timed to coincide with the annual Sommersville Autumn Festival. Classmates coming from all over to reconnect, retell old stories, and have a great time reminiscing.

The discovery of a brutally murdered young lady with a connection to the local police, coupled with a rowdy high school reunion and the annual Autumn Festival has Sommersville Sheriff Tom Myers and his deputies overwhelmed.

Agent Palmer finds himself on the trail of a killer who preys on the fears of his victims. His next targets are the unsuspecting members of the reunited class of ‘02.

They should fear his EVIL WAYS.

It all starts here.

Harold Palmer will return in Evil Intent. Coming 2014.

Evil Ways is available as a paperback and ebook.

“A page turning revelation that had me captivated to the last word.”
--Pulp Fiction Reviews

“Evil Ways is an awesome mystery with lots of eerie twists that suspense fans will definitely enjoy.”
--Ecto Magazine


“FBI! Do! Not! Move!”

Tensing beneath the loose tan coveralls, Jeff Davies knew his time was up. Slowly, oh so very slowly, he straightened to his full five feet eleven inches, arms cautiously rising. He knew the drill. He kept his hands open so the man behind him with the gun would see that he was unarmed.

Jeff Davies hated guns. Never touched the damned things. No good had ever come from them. His younger brother had died at age twelve because an angry, unpopular kid decided he’d had enough and carried his policeman father’s service revolver to school one morning. Young Pete Davies was murdered because some thirteen-year-old would-be-assassin was too nervous to shoot straight.

“Interlock your fingers behind your head.”

Jeff did as he was told. Not that he needed much instruction. This was not his first time on the wrong end of the law. Doubtless, it would not be his last. He knew the drill all too well.

“Take two steps back.”

Of course, Jeff complied with the lawman’s instructions. He moved slowly, careful not to give the agent any just cause to pull the trigger. In his mind a voice screamed, No sudden moves. No sudden moves.




“Get on your knees and cross your legs at the ankle.”

“S…sure,” Jeff stuttered.

He couldn’t believe how nervous he was. He wasn’t sure which was worse: having a Federal Agent behind him with a gun pointed at his head or staring at the timer slowly counting down to zero on the bomb in front of him.

Regardless, Jeff Davies was having a bad day, but he felt confident that the cause was worth it. He believed in the righteousness of his actions. He believed in the cause. By taking his time now, keeping the unsuspecting agent occupied, the others could get away. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make for his friends.

Someone grabbed his arms, jerked them roughly behind his back and Jeff felt the cool familiar metal of handcuffs against his skin and heard the audible clicks of the locks as if they moved in slow motion.

“Make sure you read him his rights,” the agent said. Jeff had yet to catch a glimpse of the man who caught him. “Then evacuate this area,” he heard him say as he was forced to his feet.

“Yes sir, Agent Palmer. You heard the man, people,” another agent yelled to his cohorts as they pulled Jeff Davies around and rushed him away from the bomb he had planted. He knew there was no time for the bomb squad to arrive. There was nothing the FBI could do. The Treasury Building was about to become one very large pile of rubble.

The last thing Davies saw before being whisked away was the timer reach two minutes.

Counting down.

# # #

“What do you think, Harold?”

FBI Special Agent Harold Palmer stood next to his friend, Special Agent in Charge of the Joint Terrorism Task Force Carter

Reidling. Harold and Carter had been friends for a long time, partners even longer. Harold was still getting used to Carter being in charge.

“I think we should be anywhere but here,” Harold deadpanned.


“I think you should get out of here, Carter.”

“We’ve got a minute.”

Harold pointed to the timer with red numbers counting down. “Fifty-two seconds, actually,” Harold said as he knelt down in front of the bomb. “I don’t think either of us can run that fast any more.”

“Can you diffuse it?”

“Diffuse it?” Harold snorted. “Hell, I shouldn’t even touch it. There’s enough C-4 here to level the building, the parking lot, and about a mile stretch of the highway in either direction.”

“Okay. That’s bad,” Carter said quietly.

As usual, his odd knack for witty dialogue at the wrong moment was in typical form. Harold assumed his friend had seen one too many action movies and was scarred for life by them. Maybe he could arrest Jerry Bruckheimer for corrupting his friend’s common sense.

“Bad is an understatement,” Harold said as he prodded the explosive trigger, pulling it free of the block of the explosive silly putty. “C-4’s out.”


“Gimme a second, Carter.” Harold said. He used a small pair of needle nose pliers to get inside the small device, careful not to disturb the twin vials of liquid inside. “If these two liquids mix, KA-BOOM.”

Carter flinched slightly, tried to cover it and hoped his friend had not seen the slip in his action hero composure.

“Timer’s reset. We’re back to three minutes,” Harold announced.

“Remind me to give you a raise,” Carter said after letting out the breath he’d been holding. This was not their first run in with explosives so Carter was taking it seriously. Well, as seriously as Carter took anything.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, boss,” Harold said, standing up slowly. He lifted the explosive device gently, careful not to rattle any of the overly sensitive parts bombs usually had. “There’s still enough explosive in this to do some damage. Maybe take out a floor or twelve.”

“What do you need?”

“Bomb squad would be nice.”

“But you’ll settle for…?”

“Clear me a route out of the building for starters. I think I remember seeing something useful out there,” Harold said as he walked briskly down the corridor. “And we--”

The two liquids started mixing.

“--better hurry!”

Harold, running now, bolted through the open double doors at the building’s rear. Two agents were holding them open for him.

He shouted to them as he passed. “Take cover!”

Now what? Come on, Palmer. Think. Think.

Then he saw it. Right where he remembered.


The garbage truck was sitting at the end of the cul-de-sac at the building’s rear. The driver had parked it and was standing with the gaping onlookers who were being kept out of the way by Washington D.C.’s finest.

Harold tossed the bomb in the back and pushed the button to compact the garbage.

“Get these people…”

“Back!” was the word Harold was going to say, but was replaced by the loud explosion inside the two-ton garbage truck. The blast lifted the truck ever so slightly, sending it toppling over onto its side, which only added to the noise as the truck’s side impacted the concrete.

Harold lay on the ground nearby, face down, arms over his head.

Somewhere close by, someone screamed his name. Probably Carter, but who could tell with all those damned bells and whistles going off all around him. Everything was kind of fuzzy, like he was inside a barrel stuffed with cotton gauze. For a second he couldn’t remember where he was.

Then Carter was there, shaking him. Asking him something, but it was so hard to understand. “Did it work?” Harold asked. At least that’s what he thought he said. “Truck work?”

“Yes,” his friend nodded. Harold wasn’t positive, but he could’ve sworn Carter called him a luck son of a fish. Later he’d realize he just heard it wrong.

An hour later after being thoroughly worked over by EMS, Harold and Carter stood beside the ambulance parked next to the overturned garbage truck. “I can’t believe that worked,” Carter said as the paramedic finished his work up on Agent Palmer, but he doubted Harold was paying much attention to anything except staring at the overturned wreck.

“Is he going to be okay?” Carter asked the medic.

The paramedic, a woman named Sanchez, shrugged. “He suffered a mild concussion which is not surprising considering the size of and his proximity to the explosion.” Carter’s face must have betrayed his concern. “Don’t worry, sir. It’s not as serious as it sounds. The ringing in his ears will fade in a few days. After that, he should have a physician check him over to make sure there’s no permanent damage to his hearing, but he should make a full recovery.”

“Thank you,” Carter said as he pulled a business card from his badge wallet and handed it over to the medic. “Make sure a copy of the report is forwarded to my office, please.”

“Not a problem, Agent… Reidling,” Sanchez said, reading the name off the card. “Does he need a ride home?”

“That’s okay,” Carter waved her off. “I’ll make sure he gets there. Thanks again.”

Walking over to the truck, Carter stepped up next to his friend. “I can’t believe that worked,” he said again.

This time Harold heard him. “Yeah. I was surprised too,” he commented.

Carter gently slapped his friend on the arm. “You know what I think?”

“I shudder to guess.”

“I think someone has seen one too many action movies.”

“Oh, ha, ha. Very funny.”

“I’m also thinking,” Carter said as they turned and left the garbage truck behind, “maybe you need a nice little vacation.”

“You’ll get no argument from me.”

“That,” Carter deadpanned, “would be a pleasant surp

To be continued in Evil Ways.
You can learn more about Evil Ways at


New short stories of searing white-hot prose starring pulpdom's most violent and ruthless crime fighter ever: THE SPIDER! More just than the law, more dangerous than the Underworld...hated, feared and wanted by both! One cloaked, fanged, borderline crazy denizen of the dark force-feeding hard justice with a pair of 45's! Guest stars: The Black bat, The Green Ghost, and Operator 5!

The Spider: Extreme Prejudice features stories by Will Murray, Mel Odom, C.J. Henderson, James Chambers, Ron Fortier, Bobby Nash, Howard Hopkins, Eric Fein, Gary Phillips, Don Roff, Matthew Baugh, I.A. Watson, and Rik Hoskin.

About “Fear The Dark” by Bobby Nash:
Marianne Nelson is afraid of the dark. Every time she closes her eyes she sees monstrous visions of herself and a strange woman being chased by a menacing creature with disturbing features and fangs. She chalks it all up to bad dreams until she meets the woman from her vision, Nita Van Sloan and her friend, Richard Wentworth. How does The Spider figure in to her visions?

The Spider: Extreme Prejudice is available in paperback and hardback. You can learn more at


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