All The Devils Are Here

“With its razor-sharp writing, unpredictable twists, and a conclusion that will leave you breathless, All the Devils Are Here is everything a thriller should be…highly recommended for fans of dark, twisty thrillers that challenge the mind while delivering non-stop suspense.” - Amazon Reader Review

Since the age of ten, March Franklin has been orphaned, alone, and on the run from his own disturbing ability - to feel and experience the deepest emotions and memories of the darkest souls among us. But when his grip on sanity is strained by one malevolent criminal, March commits a gruesome act, forcing himself into a dangerous new life direction and the cross-country pursuit of a narcissistic sociopath unlike anyone he’s ever experienced.

Sophie Danner barely made it out alive. Ten years after her horrifying ordeal at the hands of a violent pedophile, she’s recovered from her trauma by helping other survivors do the same. But a flurry of murderous attacks confirms her fears that an evil player from her painful past has returned…and his delusional plans include her. With her best friend’s life in the balance, Sophie must trust a mysterious drifter to help her track down a psychopath and stop his killing spree…before he loses his tenuous grip on reality.

The Sophie Danner Thriller Series:
BOOK ONE - Ghosts of Royston
BOOK TWO - All The Devils Are Here
BOOK THREE - Deepest, Darkest

SNEAK PEEK:

A few grunts and a few seconds later, Jabe emerged, leaning forward with effort as he dragged Elijah out of the house feet-first. Elijah’s form bumped and snagged as Jabe drug him over the threshold and down the three steps, his head thunking on each one. A vicious, bleeding cut on his right eye was already starting to swell.

As Jabe proceeded toward the BMW, March steeled himself and stepped up onto the porch, the gun raised with a clear line of sight to Jabe’s broad back.

“Stop,” March called out, surprising himself with the ring of authority in his voice.

Jabe stopped, then turned slightly, peering at March from the corner of his eye with no indication of surprise whatsoever. “Ahhh,” he said. “You.” Then he actually smiled. “One moment.”

He continued dragging Elijah the remaining twenty feet to the SUV.

“I said stop!” March’s voice had lost a bit of its former edge.

“I heard you.” Jabe dropped Elijah’s feet and opened the lift gate of the BMW. He then stooped down and deadlifted Elijah from the ground like he weighed nothing.

“I said stop, goddammit! Put him down! I will @#$%ing shoot you!” But now March didn’t even believe himself.

What the @#$%?! People are supposed to stop when you point a gun at them!

That sinking and now familiar feeling of being in over his head started creeping up from within his gut. He had hardly ever even held a gun. Now he was pointing one at a psychopath who had just killed an old woman and a police officer in the same night, out here in the woods in the middle of Bum@#$%, Nowhere.

Jabe continued without pause, dumping Elijah’s limp body into the cargo area with a thump. He then casually removed a fob from his pocket, looked at March, then pressed a button. Beep. Beep. Beep. The automatic gate slowly closed itself on its new cargo.

Jabe took two slow steps toward March, a curious expression on his face. “I had a feeling we would meet tonight. It is about time.”

“Stop goddammit! I told you to stop!” The gun suddenly felt heavier and even more foreign in his hands.

Jabe took two more steps. “You keep saying that. But I am afraid I cannot. I must not delay. But I do have questions. Like who are you and why have you been following me?” He continued his casual progress toward March. He smiled his thin smile and cocked his head slightly. “But I have the feeling those answers will require some time, will they not?”