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Advanced Review Copies of ALL JUNKIES FLOAT – Now Available!

Clarke Wainikka

May 22, 2020
1 min

Advanced Review Copies of ALL JUNKIES FLOAT – Now Available!

Be one of the first to read ALL JUNKIES FLOAT! Advanced review copies for the eBook are now available: https://booksprout.co/arc/37448/all-junkies-float Only 20 copies available so claim yours while you can! Official release of the ebook is June 1st, 2020. You can pre-order here: https://amzn.to/2Tu3KMU (American) https://amzn.to/2LN3Rim (Canadian) Paperback to follow very soon! #writing #mysterybook #ebooks #murdermystery #books #kindlebook #reviewcopies #selfpublish #booksp

Pre-order the All Junkies Float e-book!

Clarke Wainikka

May 12, 2020
1 min

Pre-order the All Junkies Float e-book!

All Junkies Float e-book preorders are LIVE! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088FZ6CB6 To be released on June 1st, 2020 and the paperback to follow soon after. Get ahead of the game, be prepared – order now for only $2.99USD! Annette Baker can’t wait to get out of Hacksaw and move someplace warm. Finishing up her PhD residency at the Medicine River Rehab Centre has been far from perfect and it continues to spiral downwards when a patient shows up dead in his bathtub. Annette quick

Clarke Wainikka

Apr 18, 2020
1 min

All Junkies Float – Book Trailer

Coming June 1st, 2020. Follow so you don’t miss any updates, giveaways and Advanced Review Copies! Website: https://clarkewainikka.wordpress.com/ Twitter: @clarkewainikka Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Clarke-Waini… Annette Baker, psychologist and Xanax addict, is reeled into the middle of a young patient’s suicide and its ties to her boss, the director of Medicine River Rehab Centre. Annette does her best to keep the director, Dr. Brandy Holt, calm and protected

ALL JUNKIES FLOAT coming June 1st, 2020!

Clarke Wainikka

Apr 16, 2020
1 min

ALL JUNKIES FLOAT coming June 1st, 2020!

Announcing ALL JUNKIES FLOAT: a psychological thriller coming JUNE 1ST, 2020! Annette Baker (psychologist and Xanax addict) teams up with detective Mason Radford to investigate the mysterious suicides at Medicine River Rehab Centre. “We’re all junkies, aren’t we?” Keep your eyes peeled on here, my Twitter and on Booksprout for Advanced Review Copies, giveaways and contests! #writing #murdermystery #freebook #mystery #writers #amazonbook #psychologicalthriller #novel #publishe

We Died Here

Clarke Wainikka

Feb 26, 2020
6 min

We Died Here

I could still smell the burning of the engine. The beeping of the alarms still filled my ears. Jennifer screaming into the radio for help and that we were going down, I could still hear it ricocheting off the metal interior of the plane. But all I could feel, despite all the trauma surging through my senses, was cold and loneliness. I shivered, leaning against the concave wall of the plane and clutching the tiny bottle of whiskey in my hand. A whole cooler full of travel-size

The Perfect Babysitter

Clarke Wainikka

Feb 16, 2020
5 min

The Perfect Babysitter

The alarm blared. It was a high-pitched, terrible beeping that filled all three floors of the house. Maddie leapt from the couch, her Lays chips and Canada Dry Ginger Ale spilling onto the red and gold paisley rug underneath her slippers. Maddie couldn’t hold it in. A small gasp escaped from her mouth as she rounded the couch, passed the floor to ceiling windows that led to a blanket of freshly fallen snow on the deck and peered down the hallway toward the front door. The hal

Room Service

Clarke Wainikka

Nov 28, 2019
13 min

Room Service

Maria hated hotels. She especially hated hotels when she was with her husband and the White Grand in San Antonio was no exception. Faded pink brick covered the outside with ribbon-like ivory trim along the tall, arched windows. The windows were tinted with a shiny black in order to hold in the secrets of the White Grands most reticent guests. There were 28 floors. Maria and her husband, Harper, were staying on the 27th floor. Maria held her champagne glass against her chest,

The Witches on Third Street

Clarke Wainikka

Oct 7, 2019
7 min

The Witches on Third Street

The black dog slept against the iron fence. Her torso raised and lowered with each heaving breath of her heat-induced sleep. Water sloshed in front of her nose and her eyes flickered open. With eyes as dark as ink, she looked up. “Just give it to him,” One girl said, giving the shoulder of the other a light push. “My mom specifically told me not to give strays anything.” “What if she’s not a stray, Ali?” Impatient, Ali grabbed the plastic container of water and placed it in f

The Eyes on the Stairs

Clarke Wainikka

Sep 18, 2019
7 min

The Eyes on the Stairs

Tucked in tight under her sheets, Julie Hornet was not scared of monsters. Not in the closet, in the dresser or even under her bed. She was shielded by the fairies that rested on her bedside table, swinging their skinny legs and fluttering their silver wings. The fairies were tricky. She could only hear them when her eyes were closed but she knew they were there, she knew they were protecting her. Edith Hornet could not see the fairies nor hear them. Julie had begged, whined

Calling all Readers: Get a FREE eBook!

Clarke Wainikka

Aug 28, 2019
1 min

Calling all Readers: Get a FREE eBook!

Do you want THE RESEMBLANCE eBook for free? I’m picking a select few people to send my eBook to in exchange for some reviews on Amazon. If you’re a reader and you’re interested in taking part AND getting a free book out of it, find me on Facebook, Twitter or send me an email if you’re interested! Looking for positive, honest readers with a passion for psychological thrillers and mysteries that don’t mind a little bit of violence in their books! #ebook #writing #freeebook #fre

Win a FREE Paperback of THE RESEMBLANCE

Clarke Wainikka

Aug 22, 2019
1 min

Win a FREE Paperback of THE RESEMBLANCE

Follow this link to find out how you can win a FREE paperback copy of my debut novel THE RESEMBLANCE. Available now WORLDWIDE on Amazon! Buy the paperback! Louise Rickshaw, good with numbers, bad with men and a look-alike to a dead girl. Spring 1979 in Gully, Georgia, Louise’s life is changed when a corpse is placed on a swing set just around the corner from her childhood home. While hiding her new job from her abusive husband, Louise becomes wrapped up in the murder investig

The Resemblance – Now available for pre-order!

Clarke Wainikka

Aug 21, 2019
1 min

The Resemblance – Now available for pre-order!

Louise Rickshaw, good with numbers, bad with men and a look-alike to a dead girl. Spring 1979 in Gully, Georgia, Louise’s life is changed when a corpse is placed on a swing set just around the corner from her childhood home. While hiding her new job from her abusive husband, Louise becomes wrapped up in the murder investigation, not only because of her uncanny likeness to the victim, but because of the relentless coincidences and the persistent voices of her mother and sister

Down Dead Fish River

Clarke Wainikka

Aug 13, 2019
10 min

Down Dead Fish River

The river pulled like an ocean. It had been many years since Ben had seen the current so strong. Each time his paddle sliced through the waves, the water yanked at the oar like it was a spider’s web, sticking to the wood and trapping it in it’s tenacious web of streaming rapids. “Take it slow. Okay, love?” He called behind him to his wife who was breathing loud and heavy. “Oh god, Ben. This isn’t exactly what I expected,” Lydia said. Ben looked over his shoulder. Lydia heaved

Between the Walls

Clarke Wainikka

Jul 26, 2019
7 min

Between the Walls

Jeremy had been trapped for 17 hours. Each time he moved, he wedged himself farther between the plaster walls. His shoulders ached, his ankles were swollen and his throat was filled with an arid sticky hoarseness. He had stopped screaming many hours ago when it became evident that no one was returning for him and not a soul was looking for him. It had been a usual job: a property that needed renovations before the new owners moved in. The plumbing had been torn out and replac

A Beast of Midnight Blue

Clarke Wainikka

Jul 24, 2019
7 min

A Beast of Midnight Blue

We met in the rain. Yet, your hair wasn’t wet because you held an umbrella flush to your chest. The drops cut through the burning street lamps that lined the cobblestone road, leaving behind blurry streaks of blue. Squeaking boots from streets over left us alone but reminded us it was not, truly, just the two of us. Your dark eyes searched me for what? Money? Or sex? Both. You took my hand but I tugged you in the opposite direction of your pull. You whispered your name in my

The Red Trail

Clarke Wainikka

Jul 22, 2019
7 min

The Red Trail

At the end of a very long line of black poles and strung wires, a matte steel building rose above the red sand. The man, who was wearing a fur coat and little else, had been following the line of electricity poles for weeks. His torso, his cheeks, underneath his nails, all was covered in the burnt red dust that covered the desert. The hairs on his legs had clumped into matted balls of maroon and brown and the fur coat, that had once been the shiny black fur of a long-forgotte

Clarke Wainikka

May 8, 2019
5 min

I’ve Completed Three Novels in the Past Year. Here’s What I’ve Learned So Far:

I’ve just finished the first draft of my third novel. In the last year, I completed one sci-fi YA novel at 72 000 words (I started this one a long time ago but completed it in Spring of last year), one adult psychological thriller at 79 000 words and another adult psychological thriller at 75 000 words (but still a WIP). They are all stand alone novels and not part of a series. I see a lot of posts that are related to wanting to be a writer but just ‘not being able to write.’

Subsistence

Clarke Wainikka

Mar 18, 2019
6 min

Subsistence

Written by Clarke Wainikka She stood between the trees. Her head and chest lifted, flakes of snow falling onto her torso and covering her in a blanket of white softness. Her terracotta fur matte against the forest foreground. Her black ears twisted as a boot crunched in the snow. They twisted again as the shotgun raised. The gun pressed into his shoulder, struggling to balance against his thin arm. The cold was unforgiving. Biting at his already shaking fingertips. His father

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