Dark Heart

A recent widow discovers her husband's connection to a serial killer and a global conspiracy.
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Brielle stood beside the coffin, which hovered over the open grave. The burial service had been quick, the chubby priest going through the motions and thankfully not inviting Bri to offer any words, and now everyone headed back to the line of parked cars that snaked through the cemetery.
Fingers tugged at Bri’s elbow. “Time to go,” her sister said.
Bri pulled her arm free and stared at her big sister--Over forty now, Sis, how’s that feel?—and Shelly stared back a moment, maybe thinking that if they were teenagers again they’d be cursing and yanking each other’s hair, perhaps even rolling around in the grave dirt.

The Devil Virus

An Episcopal priest must venture into a nightmare world to save his daughter from a demon.
Published by Bloodshot Books.
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The night before the accident, before I started on my personal road to Damascus, I went into the little room off the kitchen that had once been the garage to check on my father. I found him in the bathroom on the toilet, his sweatpants bundled around his ankles, his sweatshirt sagging to reveal a narrow, liver-spotted shoulder, one arm draped over the curved lift-assist bar, chin on his chest. Ben Masters appeared to be sleeping—or dead.

Calamity

When tragedy strikes a family, each member must make life-and-death decisions or suffer the deadliest calamity.
​Available in digital and paperback editions HERE.

Five minutes of passing time between classes wasn’t much but sometimes it felt like a lifetime. Tyler Williams was exchanging books at his locker and grabbing the bag-lunch Dad had made for him when Paul flopped his back against the lockers next to him. “When were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?” Tyler asked.
Paul laughed in the mocking way that said he knew Tyler was being a dick. “Didn’t even tell your best friend.” He shook his head. “I mean, I should have known first. I’m just so proud of you.” Paul pretended to wipe away tears.
“It’s no big deal,” Tyler said. “It’s just a date.”

Blood Mountain

Trapped on a mountain, a young woman must escape a psychopath. Available in digital and paperback editions HERE.

Victor Dolor went to the diner because two months ago a man killed five people there. The man was Hugo Herrera. He was forty-one, divorced, recently unemployed from a downsized-factory job, and had finally been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder from something that happened when he was a child. Victor scanned several online articles for more specifics about the childhood trauma but found nothing.

Hudson House

Three teenagers must defeat the evil in Hudson House or be its next victims. Available in digital and paperback editions HERE.

The boys stood together at the end of the gravel driveway with their jackets flapping in the October breeze and the sun setting behind them. Tommy Pomeroy snorted and spat a clump of yellow phlegm onto a patch of crab grass. Eric Hunter and Ed Forlure turned from the looming house, glanced at the spit. They didn’t say anything—the spit summed it all up.

Meat Camp

Bloodthirsty mutants go on a rampage at a camp for troubled teens after an infection spreads. Adapted from Scott Nicholson’s original horror screenplay. Available as an ebook HERE.

Delphus Fraley was as wrinkled and warped as the October leaves crunching beneath his feet.

But not as fragile, of course. Delphus might be sixty-five, a widower with arthritis and, at least according to the uppity Florida snobs that seemed to be invading Blue Ridge Mountains, a crotchety old hillbilly. But he wasn’t some weak-kneed old fart who spent his days in a rocking chair chewing hay. He had plenty of life still pumping through him.
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And big plans.