Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Summer Endeth/Horror Cometh

My first series was the Diary Trilogy (ahem, available on Amazon now for 99 cents each). I love this series, as awful as that sounds coming from a writer. But when you write something that actually gives you the chills, well, it's usually something that translates to the page (or at least, you hope).

The final installment, Purgatory, just got a face-lift, and I absolutely love it!!! Here's a sneak peek!

If you haven't read any of the Diary Trilogy Series, why? :-D

Here's an excerpt from Purgatory to nibble on...because Halloween is just around the corner. And if you're like me, there needs to be oodles upon oodles of scary movies and books.

Because there must be!

Ex-­cop Gregory Bowers has just stepped into the murky and secretive world of Merrick Hills. He has one duty: finding the survivors who fled the horrific St. Martin school in 1995. But in delving into the school’s last days, he finds himself slowly losing grip on reality...and welcoming the dreams of a woman he’s never met.

Investigator Vivian Sparrow has visited dark places before, but even she feels the intensity of the case. Aiding Bowers with his terrifying crusade isn’t easy—neither is ignoring the growing attraction between them.

All bets are off when the duo inadvertently awakens a devil. The clock is ticking to find the lost survivors before a force from the past claims more victims.

Can Bowers stay rooted in reality with Sparrow...or will he fall into the clutches of a young nun’s diary? And can Vivian find a way to defeat the devil before he claims both of them?


7pm—Holding Unit, Merrick Hills Police Department

I had to wait an hour while a doctor and nurse looked over the man’s leg. The bullet didn’t hit any arteries, and entered and exited cleanly. He declined to be taken to a hospital for observation, I was relieved to hear that since I knew Vivian was there with Danny.

After administering a shot of antibiotics, the doctor and nurse left.

“Okay, Bowers, you’re up. The man wouldn’t give his name to anyone. We took his fingerprints and I’m having Walker run them.”

“Thanks, Chief.”

I walked into the holding unit. The man sat calmly on the cot. His injured leg was resting on top, while the other dangled. He was rubbing his temples with his hands. I don’t know what happened to the clothes he was wearing. He donned an orange jumpsuit now. And his beard and hair had been trimmed back.

“How’s the leg?” I asked, sitting down on the bench outside of the holding cell. He didn’t bother looking my way.

“Hurts like hell.”

“I can get you some pain medication.”

“No pills. I’d rather feel what’s really happening than dull the experience.”

He didn’t sound like a demon-possessed ex-priest. He did sound gruff and tired, though.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“What’s yours?” He asked sharply.

“Gregory Bowers. I’m a special investigator.”

“Ha. A special investigator?”


“And what exactly are you investigating, Special Investigator Gregory Bowers?”

“Presently, that would be you.”

“Alright, go ahead.”

“I already did—I asked for your name.”

“I don’t have one anymore.”

“You must have at one time.”

“That bastard took my fingerprints. If that’s so, I’m sure you’ll find something.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier just to tell me?”

He turned his head slowly toward me and grinned sheepishly. “Maybe the better question is who do you think I am?”

“I haven’t come to that conclusion yet.”

“Oh, come on. They didn’t pin me down in the woods because I was just passing through. They think I’m someone of interest. So, the question is, who is it that I’m supposed to be?”

I hesitated, then I decided it was best to be truthful. “Do you know the name Jess Jaco?”


Happy early Halloween! Stay tuned for more news! 

...And don't be shy about stocking up on some good, scary reads!

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