That’s when he first saw her. He was twenty-three when he had his second near-death experience. He saw her once more, overpowered by the demonic, destitute exterior that scarred his mind. Now he sees her when he’s awake. Everywhere he looks, every time he closes his eyes, she is there, making him weaker. She has chosen him and he is yet to understand why. But finding out why could be the key to saving the soul of his dead sister... I Have the Sight is the first book in the Edward King paranormal horror series, telling us the story of how the world’s greatest exorcist came to be. If you love books about demons, exorcisms, and the paranormal – you will love this series! Download book one now and discover the enthralling demon-filled experience by the author horror fans can’t stop talking about.

    Sometimes, the reasons are upbringing or environmental or genetic. When we encounter it, we ask, “Why? How?”Cruelty, murder and torture are the hallmarks of Chin, a ruthless Asian criminal kingpin.How did Chin become like this? After all, he was a disciple of one of most-respected Shaolin grandmasters in the world. What turned him? More importantly, will anyone be able to stop him?With cold, unblinking precision, EVIL RISES takes you all the way inside the beginnings of this icy criminal empire. This prequel novella sets the stage for the Noah Reid series, packed with breath-taking thrills and international adventures from secret monasteries in China to the vibrancy of New York.

    But a student is missing. And he must find her. Compelled to leave his wife in Bath, Deans heads to North Devon, where he encounters Denise Moon, a medium, who exposes him to a psychic dimension he could never have imagined existed, in what soon becomes a murder hunt. Gripped by inexplicable phenomena attributed to his own ‘paranormal awakening’ and alienated from all but his new mystical muse, Deans is closing in on a sophisticated killer... ...but all is not as it seems, and Deans’ future is about to change.

    There is no road surface strong enough to resist the return to dirt in this climate.Blue touched my thigh with his nose, a gentle tap to remind me he was there. Thick jungle lined our path. This hill had the fewest homes on our route. No neighbors to wave a hello to or children to smile at as they raced by on bikes either too large or too small for them. There was just me, Blue, the burst of vegetation, and this road of rocks. I reached the top of the hill, my thighs and calves burned. Panting, I struggled to keep my pace.A low growl narrowed my attention onto a black and white street dog in the brush. Ears flat to her head, she curled her lips and showed teeth. Noting the swollen teats hanging low and exposed, I kept moving. "I'm not going to bother you, mama," I said in a steady voice. "We are just passing by."Blue slowed, and when I patted my thigh for him to catch up he stopped. I turned to look back at him, my senses on high alert. Blue was a mutt the height of a Great Dane with the coat of a wolf and the long snout of a Collie, with one blue eye and one brown. Blue has saved my life more than once so when he stopped, so did I.I recognized a twitch on his lip and saw the hackles raise off his shoulders and back making him appear even larger. A deep and rumbling growl left his chest. It was answered behind me. There were suddenly three dogs in our path. None as big or strong as Blue but together they looked dangerous.I'd been warned about this pack. Growing larger by the day, it was led by an aggressive alpha male the color of dirty water. This must be him, I thought, as the largest of the three, his head wide, fur the silt brown of an engorged river, growled at Blue. The compactness of his body spoke of strength and survival. When he barked, the saliva that shot from his mouth caught a ray of sunlight streaming through the thick foliage around us.The alpha stepped forward, revving his growl like a teenager on a motorbike. The bitch in the brush flanked our left side and when I turned right, two young dogs, their ears still soft from puppyhood, glowered at me.The owner of the guest house where I lived warned me to take a stick if I planned on running. "Just in case," she'd said with a dip of her head and a flip of her hand. Because of her advice I carried a light but solid piece of bamboo about twice the thickness of my thumb. I tapped it on the ground in front of me as I backed toward Blue, keeping my eyes forward, focused on the alpha but paying close attention to my peripheral vision, watching the dogs to my sides.When I reached Blue he moved backwards with me, slowly and deliberately. But the dogs followed. We stopped, and raising the stick over my head, I brought it down hard onto a rock. The loud sound and sudden movement spooked the pups to my right, but the alpha male just growled louder.The two dogs flanking him went crazy barking, the force of their calls lifting their front paws off the ground. The mother and the young ones joined in raising a ruckus that certainly beat mine. Blue, his front paws planted on the road, exposed his teeth and growled, his pitch wavering up and down. He wanted me to tell him it was okay to attack. I could feel his energy bundling up inside him, roiling around.Soon I'd have no control.P.S. The dog does not die.**Beware: If you can’t handle a few f-bombs, you can’t handle this series.**

    Amidst the vast wetlands, suburban sprawl, and tropical heat, the Lee County police department knows what to expect on any given day. But when a serial child predator stakes his claim in the area, there is no knowing when and where he will strike. The parents of the latest victim are baffled to receive no ransom demands, given their wealth and influence. And the town is in an uproar as the girl marks the fifth child to vanish.

    Although it’s not the car that her sister, Cindy, receives, Lou knows it could have been worse. She could have gotten Gran’s collection of toenails. When Lou opens the box and a guy the size of a stick of gum falls out; she changes her mind – the nail clippings would have been better.Not a day goes by that Lou doesn’t wish she could shove that guy back in the box and pretend she’d never laid eyes on him. Because of him, she discovered Gran was a sorceress and Cindy is a witch and all these years they have been keeping Lou’s magic locked away “for her own safety.” Without the magic she’s vulnerable to whoever, or whatever, is after her. With it, she’s a target for a fate worse than death.

    I was on the edge of my seat, anticipating what was to come. So many delicious plot twists kept me on my toes.""I couldn't put it down...kept me wondering what next." It's a slow Monday at Manhattan's Midtown North Precinct when NYPD Detective Dexter Fortune takes the call. Recently returned to duty, Fortune is willing enough to be amused by what he believes to be a crank caller. But after listening to the man describe how he killed two women with a third victim awaiting discovery, Fortune soon realizes this call is no joke.Reunited with his partner, Detective Gabriella Fernandez, the pair race to apprehend a devious serial killer intent on adding to his body count. But to catch this killer, Fortune and Fernandez must uncover secrets long buried in the past. With the Mayor, the Chief of Police, and the City watching and the media treating the killer dubbed "The Chatterbox" like a celebrity, the detectives become caught-up in a game of catch-me-if-you-can with a killer promising more victims.Taunted by late-night phone calls from The Chatterbox, a sleep-deprived Fortune is seduced by the killer into making it personal. A killer who delights in manipulating and deceiving Fortune into drawing false and dangerous conclusions.Finally, convinced of the man's identity and with his superiors unwilling to act, Fortune defies authority to force The Chatterbox into the open. In doing so, he comes face-to-face with a predator he realizes, too late, he has seriously underestimated.Desperate to save the people he cares for and loves, Fortune is lured into a violent confrontation that could leave him, The Chatterbox, or both men dead.And for The Chatterbox? This suits him just fine. If you love Connelly, Kellerman, Baldacci, and J.D. Robb, you'll love Ian Patterson. With plenty of twists and turns, THE CHATTERBOX KILLER is BOOK I in a new, fast-paced Serial Killer Thriller Series featuring NYPD Homicide Detectives Dexter Fortune and Gabriella Fernandez. Buy THE CHATTERBOX KILLER today and enjoy these other page-turning Ian Patterson suspense thrillers available now on Amazon.com: AVENGING ANGEL and THE GIRL IN THE GLASS TOWER. For updates and Free Books, follow Ian Patterson at www.amazon.com/author/ianpatterson

     When I first met my ex-succubus, as she insisted I call her in spite of that little saying, it was on a rainy day. I saw a flash of light in the sky, blinked to get a better look. Bright lights from my side. A horn honking. A woman screaming. Join me, I'll tell you the rest. Basically, this ex-succubus comes along, ropes me into a whole ordeal that involves fighting off her old team of supervillains or aliens, whatever you want to call them. Just the two of us? No way in hell! We had to form a team, first, and what a team! But I won't spoil the fun for you, friend. Read on. Enjoy. And if you aren't familiar with harem elements in a story, well, sit down... you might get light headed. Try not to drool. Want a free follow-up story? Join the newsletter! www.subscribepage.com/AuthorJamieHawke

     A helicopter pilot, the woman's whose house he's squatting in, and their journey toward their own beach wedding... Charlotte Madsen's whole world came crashing down six months ago with the words, "I met someone else." Her marriage of eleven years dissolved, and she left one island on the east coast for the island of Getaway Bay. She bought a run-down house overlooking the bay, knowing she'd need all her fixer-upper skills to get it in shape. Which is just fine. She's hoping as she overhauls the house, she'll get a life makeover too.She was not expecting a tall, handsome man to be flat on his back under the kitchen sink when she arrives at the supposedly abandoned house. She wasn't expecting to get drenched when the non-plumber twists something the wrong way. And she certainly wasn't expecting her heart to be well enough to feel anything for anyone. But former Air Force pilot, Dawson Dane, has a charming devil-may-care personality, and Charlotte could use some happiness in her life. But everything with Dawson isn't sunshine and unicorns. He's estranged from his family, though he does speak to one of his brothers. And he's never committed to anything except his career, even choosing flying over an engagement years ago.  Can Charlotte navigate the healing process? Can Dawson finally make a commitment to a woman? Or will he and Charlotte decide a relationship is just too hard?

    Alone, and on the run, she does what she can to stay one-step ahead of the soon-to-be Alpha, who will stop at nothing to get her back. The last thing Ransom expected was to find a female Lycan in the small town of Briar Lake. Especially one as hot as the waitress serving him coffee every morning. Just when things become interesting, her ex shows up and all hell breaks loose. Unable to resist helping her, Ransom soon finds himself at the center of a conspiracy... one that will change both of their lives forever NOTE TO READERS: This title was originally published as "Untamed Hunger" by Lee Mae (pen name of A.Hunter), but has since been unpublished. This version has been re-edited and has had additional content added to enhance the story. So... if the synopsis sounds familiar, that's why. We hope you enjoy the new and improved version, and the trilogy in general. ~Lee & Cassie.

    Frank Light, archaeologist, is vastly annoyed. He’s settled into a plush life - cushy department-head job at a university, suave girlfriend, book in the works. Now he’s been ordered into the sludgy, back-water marshes of Maryland to fend off hordes of mosquitoes, all because of an inconsequential find at a bridge construction site. Maggie, the outspoken state archaeologist working the dig, insists the shipwreck has historical significance. Pastor Allingham is even more vehement, insisting the decaying timbers hide a rumored, long-lost slave graveyard. Real estate tycoon Jake Terment is furious that his construction project is held up by the growing concerns of Frank and his team. Jake cranks up the pressure for a quick resolution. Others passionately feel the archaeology project should either come to a crashing halt or press full speed ahead. An eclectic group of butterfly fanatics, a mysterious waterman of Mexican heritage, a curvaceous movie star, and even ghosts make their presence known. When several attempts are made on the team members' lives, Frank draws on lessons from his Vietnam vet past. He has to decide on which side of this battle to stake his claim - and if he is ready to risk his life again for his beliefs.

    Nostalgia City is the ultimate resort for anyone who wants to visit the past. A meticulous recreation of an entire small town from the early 1970s, it’s complete with period cars, music, clothes, shops, restaurants, hotels—the works. The relaxed theme-park atmosphere is just what Lyle needs—until rides are sabotaged and tourists killed. Then park founder, billionaire “Max” Maxwell, drafts Lyle into investigating—unofficially. As the violence escalates and employees get rattled, Lyle gets help. Kate Sorensen, the park’s PR director—and former college basketball player—becomes another incognito investigator. Except that she’s six-foot-two-and-a-half-inches tall and drop-dead gorgeous. So much for incognito. Together, Lyle and Kate unravel a conspiracy of corporate greed and murder.

     You’re still alive. Will you be tomorrow? Ten years ago, the world ended. A virus swept the planet clean, wiping out 97% of the world’s population. Only the wary survived. We gather our resources in communes clinging to the harshest environments on Earth. Food is scarce and the well’s running dry. Our days are numbered. Then a girl staggers from the desert, her brains fried by the sun. She rambles about technology, a place of safety the Rages never reached. Only the elders recognize what she describes. A place we call the City Then the Reavers attack. They destroy our home and everything we’ve built. We wander the desert, lost, and without hope. And still the girl remembers that place. Does the City really exist? Can she lead us to it? Can we rebuild what we lost? Our journey begins, but we’re not the only ones making it. You will love The Commune, the first pulse-pounding post-apocalyptic thriller in the After the Fall series. Get it now!

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    But when she and her all-female crew answer a mysterious distress call during a tropical storm, they stumble across an abandoned yacht worth millions. It seems like a dream come true, the Lotto, the Big Ticket to all their dreams... Until they discover what's waiting for them inside the ship... DERELICT A horror novella by Todd Travis