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  Author Chris DiLeo

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The Hands of Onan

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Michael Stiffe has an addiction. Not alcohol. Not drugs. Masturbation. It ruined his marriage and has made it impossible for him to write the follow-up to his literary debut. But his personal problem has also put his friend in terrible danger.

Elizabeth Delrose’s husband, Drew, has abandoned her and their child to join the Worshippers of Onan, a cult of self-pleasure. She believes Drew’s disappearance is Mike’s fault and is determined to make him find her husband and bring him back. This will not be easy—the cult is shrouded in secrecy.

Mike will have to risk his safety, sanity, and even his life, confronting his personal demons, the traumas behind his onanistic addiction, and the murderous threat of fanatical worshippers who will do anything for their god.


Your friend’s gone, Mike is warned. You go after him, you might be gone, too.

AVAILBLE HERE FROM GRINDHOUSE PRESS

AVAILABLE HERE FROM AMAZON.

CHILDREN OF FIRE
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A Man with Nothing Left

Former detective Landon Rowe has lost everything—his child, his wife, his career. He’s a man without purpose, but he’s always believed in doing what’s right, even helping his ex’s husband.

A Cop with Something to Prove

Rowe’s ex-wife has fled with her new son to a religious cult in western New York where a charismatic and dangerous zealot, Eamon Fischer, preaches not baptism by water but by flames. Unable to do anything for the infant son who died years ago, Rowe agrees to infiltrate the Children of Fire cult and rescue the boy.

A Detective Out of Practice

It should be simple—find the kid and leave—but Fischer and his followers are anything but simple. When events turn deadly, Rowe will have no choice but to take on the entire cult to save the boy and himself.

A Child of Fire

To rescue his ex-wife's child, Rowe will have to confront his own trauma, a crucible that will challenge everything he knows. What is the truth behind his broken career, his failed marriage, and his dead son? For Landon Rowe, it will be a baptism by fire and the consequences may be more than one soul can bear.

​Available HERE from Bleeding Edge Books.

Revival Road

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On an average suburban street, the dead are coming back to life.

​The only guarantee in life is death.
Except when you die on Revival Road.

Available HERE from Bloodshot Books.
In the woods behind her house, Maria told Juliette to close her eyes.
“Why?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Juliette did as asked. Freckles saddled her nose. At fifteen, she was all-American cute, 
pulling stares from boys at school, especially in their fifth-period English class where even the teacher watched her cross the room to sharpen her pencil.
“He walks in the woods,” Maria said.
Bailey, their third wheel, stared at the printout in her hands. Saggy jeans and an awful Ramones T-shirt made her look like a little kid.
“Come on,” Maria said. “This is supposed to be fun.”
DEAD END
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A novel of terror by Chris DiLeo.
​Available from JournalStone. Amazon. Barnes & Noble.
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 I was eleven when I watched my father die.
He ascended the hill behind our house one May morning, slanting forward with purpose along the path where it sloped gradually. At the top, he stopped at the edge. The hill towered over the back deck, dwarfing the house. I enjoyed throwing G.I. Joes off that cliff-like edge, cupping my hands around my mouth to make echoey screams, and watching wide-eyed as the figures fell to clatter and bounce on the lawn.
Dad stretched his arms out at his sides. Blood dribbled off his face. I was in the kitchen at the sliding glass door and he was above me, crucified against a blue sky. 
He leaned forward.
And fell. 
DARK HEART
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A recent widow discovers her husband's connection to a serial killer and a global conspiracy.
Available from Amazon.
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

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An Episcopal priest must venture into a nightmare world to save his daughter from a demon.
Published by Bloodshot Books.
​Order HERE.
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
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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
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Trapped on a mountain, a young woman must escape a psychopath. Available in digital and paperback and audiobook 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
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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
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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. 
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