Rage, shake your fist and shout at the devil! The struggle to survive continues amid the horrors of an undead world! In this fourth installment in the Dead Tide Series there are survivors who refuse to give up and die: Bronte; Janicea; Mills; Trish; Johnny; Natalie; Jacobs and many others. The problems they face, besides defeating the undead, are growing. Not everyone wants to play nice or work together. Dark agendas and foul deeds abound in the open-aired tomb that our earth has become...
Rage, shake your fist and shout at the devil! The struggle to survive continues amid the horrors of an undead world! In this fourth installment in the Dead Tide Series there are survivors who refuse to give up and die: Bronte; Janicea; Mills; Trish; Johnny; Natalie; Jacobs and many others. The problems they face, besides defeating the undead, are growing. Not everyone wants to play nice or work together. Dark agendas and foul deeds abound in the open-aired tomb that our earth has become...
Feel The Rage! The struggle to survive continues amid the horrors of an undead world! Follow Trish, Bronte, Janicea, Mills, Keller, Jacobs, Hicks, Julie, Clive, Mathers, Candace, Natalie, Johnny and others as they find their way or die trying.
When a former mermaid turns up dead, Eleri and Donovan are stuck with a case they never wanted, but can’t shake… Eleri should have been recused. That’s her friend on the autopsy table. But her Special Agent in Charge won’t let her off the case, making her wonder if there’s more to Westerfield’s demands than meets the eye. He won’t let Donovan out of the case either. The Lobomau are more organized and further-reaching than anyone thought, and Donovan now has a personal connection in the form of the man calling him “brother.” The team is stuck on a research vessel with a killer hot on their trail… but Eleri’s skills are glitchy at best, and Donovan is terrified of the water. Can they keep the remaining crew members—and themselves—alive or betrayal come from where they least expect it? This next installment in the NightShade Forensic FBI Files brings more X-Files-like mystery to the series! Be prepared for an up-all-night thrill ride and grab Dead Tide now. Dead Tide is the eighth book in the NightShade Forensic FBI Files series by USA Today bestselling author A.J. Scudiere. This book can be read as a standalone, but readers who love paranormal investigations and FBI thrillers will want to read the entire series!
THE WORLD IS ENDING, BUT THERE ARE SURVIVORS! Nick Talaski is a hard-bitten angry cop. Graham is a newly divorced cab driver. Bronte is a Gulf War veteran hunting his brother’s killer. Janicea is a woman consumed by unflinching hate. Trish is a gentlemen’s club dancer. Morgan is a morgue janitor. THERE ARE NO CONTINGENCY PLANS FOR THIS! The dead have risen, and the citizens of St. Petersburg and Pinellas Park are trapped. The survivors are scattered, and options are few. And not all monsters are created with a bite. Some still have a mind of their own…
Is Anyone Safe In This New World of Consumerism? The group, including the cop, Talaski, and the firefighter, Mills, is stranded on the old fishing pier that once was the Skyway Bridge. To the northeast, Bronte’s followers fight to the death for Tanglewood Island. Further inland the soldier, Jacobs, befriends a group of kids and finds them a haven at a small walled house they aptly dub the Alamo. Meanwhile, President Foster’s wife, Julie, convinces a group of soldiers to take her back to her husband. Find out, too, what trouble Dead-Eye Johnny jumped into when he leapt off the Skyway and fell onto a cruise ship! Others like Trish and Natalie face terrible odds on their own. Behind all of it is a shadowy corporation, a runaway scientist and a cut-throat mobster, all determined to secure what is best for themselves! Humanity is in its death throes and still the survivors of the apocalypse struggle with and embrace friendship, love, lust, envy, hate, rage and cruelty beyond measure. The grueling task of finding a safe haven and securing supplies is far more difficult than it should be simply due to human nature. For the privileged, protected elite, that task has been a burden shouldered by others as they wait in bunkers, or take the sun on the decks of yachts. The average survivor does what he or she has to, or what they can live with to survive. Until now. Witness the best and the worst that humanity has to offer as the dead tide surges, and what is left of civilization sinks into a morass of madness.
is this me this voice these words that lead somewhere to a place where everything makes sense where peace exists where we find god in the world all around us and that question of what does it all mean loses significance when we let go and just live when we rise and retreat with the moon and the tide and we fly unfettered leave grief behind I’m there now my friends with just enough of me still tethered to the earth to share these thoughts
When Washington anchorwoman Lacie Wagner discovers the body of a female diver washed ashore in Nantucket, the most explosive investigation of her career swiftly turns into a nightmare. Because the secret killer has engaged Lacie in a chilling life-and-death game with his latest living captive...
THE LIVING DEAD TERROR RISES AND ENGULFS THE WORLD! THE PROGRESSION OF THE VIRUS WAS TOO RAPID TO BE CONTAINED. There would be no cease-fire, or thought of peace talks. The President of the United States strategizes over his few last moves, recalling the troops still overseas, and cowers in his bunker, hoping for a miracle to save his country and his family. Meanwhile, the drama plays out for those who still survive... trapped on the Pinellas County on Florida's West Coast. Some still struggle on scattered in groups, or alone, fighting, dying, loving, and hating: President Foster; Talaski, the cop; Trish, the dancer; Jacobs, the special ops soldier; Morgan Blake, janitor; Janicea, the activist; Dead-Eye Johnny, the discount store cart pusher; and many more.
Harmony from a dark heartBetween March and May The Harmattan season blows hot and dry A continental trade wind that sweeps From the Sahara to the Gulf of Guinea And somewhere south of Ancient Khartoum Without wings, I fly south High above the dusty road Beside the White Nile And I glide While the percussive beat of drums Is met by chords that float Like me And if I told you The truth That I am hypnotized By the dust plume The particulate plumage Left behind When I couldn’t fly (completed on a Sunday, the sixteenth day of June, 2024)