Two years after losing his baby brother, 13-year-old Caleb only wants a home that feels warm and friendly, not cold and vacant, and a mother who will be there for him. But just as he starts to recover from his grief, a strange man tries to kill Caleb too, plunging him into a desperate search for answers. The strangeness, however, just gets deeper. Ethereal lights beckon Caleb down a twisted path, leading—at last— to the most bizarre sight of all: a purple monster from his early childhood nightmares. Even crazier, the thing wants to be his friend. The monster tells Caleb that the true enemy, if unopposed, will destroy both of their worlds. The monster wants Caleb to join him on an epic quest. Caleb initially resists the warning, but his recent brush with death forces him to reconsider. Soon he finds himself in an alien world that is equal parts wonder and peril, in which the real and the imaginary become hard to tell apart. Can Caleb trust the monster? Is Caleb losing his mind? What will happen to Earth if the mission fails? The Ghosts of Chimera is a YA fantasy novel. If you enjoy haunting suspense, magical realism, and characters that stay with you after the book is done, you will love this book by L.E. Henderson. Download this book today
Can one of Silicon Valley’s premier software companies be haunted? “Impossible,” says Bobby Race, CEO of the company and a powerful force in the information industry. “Don’t be so sure,” counters Kevin Pierce, a talented but down-at-the-heels portrait artist who knows too well that supernatural life does exist. Kevin has been saddled for ten years with his own personal ghost— Sport Sullivan, a cynical, street-wise gambler murdered in 1920. Desperate to save his company from the embarrassment of a haunting, Bobby Race hires Kevin to rid the company of its ghost under the guise of painting Bobby’s portrait. The ghost appears to be Cynthia Gooding, a company employee who died in a suspicious “accident” at company headquarters. Along the way Kevin becomes involved with two very sharp, quite different career women. Dorothy Lake is an emotionally buttoned down genius programmer who wants Kevin more than she will admit. Jenny Hartson, executive secretary to the CEO, is a health and exercise fanatic who wants to break Kevin of his dependency on Carta Blanca beer. Throw in Izzy Valentine, a gangster trying to buy (or threaten) his way onto Bobby’s board of directors; Big Sam Cody, the best car thief in San Francisco; and Pure John Braggia, a thug with excellent manners. With the help of Sport Sullivan (an ethereal cousin to Dr. Watson), Kevin must walk through a mine field of these dangerous characters to uncover the reason Cynthia Gooding’s ghost is haunting the executive suites of Silicon Valley.
Scare-master Robert San Souci serves up ten chilling tales about untraditional haunted houses: a mansion full of pirate treasure, a ghost trapped in a mysterious dollhouse, a boy whose vacation house comes complete with people-eating spiders, and many more. But beware because not all of the protagonists in these stories get out alive.
“Spectacular!” - Incidental Inspiration blog “Fast paced” - Brandi, Goodreads “Romantic!” - CS, Amazon As dragon shifters, Rhodes and Zinnia should never have fallen in love. Why? Zin’s a princess while Rhodes is only the hired help. If the pair remain in the dragon realm, then age-old prejudices might tear them apart. But returning to Earth isn’t any better. In the human world, Rhodes and Zin are a musical sensation … and fame’s an even bigger relationship killer. Not to mention the fact that their old nemesis, Killian, keeps hatching evil plots against them. Bottom line? Rhodes has huge decisions to make, both for himself and Zin. Sadly, it isn’t clear what path—if any—will end with Rhodes and his love having a future together. ***The epic conclusion to the story of Rhodes and Zinnia! 30,000+ words*** Angelbound Offspring 1. Maxon 2. Portia 3. Zinnia 4. Rhodes 5. Kaps 6. Mack 7. Huntress 8. Gage
When chronic misfit Isaac Winter walks out into the freezing cold of a January night, he only has one thing on his mind: ending his own life. Instead, he encounters something in the darkness that makes life worth living. Something strange. Something scary. Something not of this world – an extraterrestrial machine of unknown origin and intent. After developing an obsession with this other-worldly entity, events are set in motion that lead Isaac to a secret military organisation, strangers with superhuman powers, and – ultimately – a revelation about his own past he could never have dreamt of.
The race is on to get out of post-apocalypse New York in an all-new Flashback thriller. Welcome to the world of the Flashback, a world in which man’s cities have become overgrown jungles and extinct animals wander the ruins. You can survive here, if you're lucky, and if you're not in the wrong place at the wrong time--which is everywhere, all the time. But what you'll never do is remain the same, for this is a world whose very purpose is to challenge you, a world where anything can and will happen. So take a deep dive into these loosely connected tales of the Dinosaur Apocalypse (each of which can be read individually or as a part of the greater saga): tales of wonder and terror, death and survival, blood and beauty. Do it today, before the apocalypse comes. From The Ghosts in Their Boroughs: She loosed her hair and shook her head, allowing the locks to spill down her shoulder—and I zoomed in on them to get a focus. “Do I look any different?” she hollered. “Yeah … you shine.” Which she did, like a candelabra, as the lights reflected off her hair, her skin, her beaded jacket. As the music played and she reached for the brass ring—and got it. As she circled and laughed and gripped the pole and the camera went click, click, click. That’s when I saw them; or thought I did. The shapes. Gathered beyond the farthest poles (I’d zoomed up on the opposite side whilst waiting for her to come back around); gathered like outsized crows. That’s when I focused through and saw their eyes; their awful, red, vertically slit eyes, before dropping the camera and unslinging my rifle—pointing it directly at them … and finding them gone. That’s when I realized that I was starting to lose it—to slip, as the writer Hugo Eagleton once said. That the terror and uncertainty of what had happened—the sky, the missing people, the remaining people who seemed intent on burning the city down—had affected me more than I realized. Sylvia, for her part, only looked at me like I was insane. And I would have agreed with her; had I not looked behind her and saw them again. Had I not seen with my own eyes their black bodies and crimson snouts as they weaved between horses and slowly closed the gap; as they stalked her like panthers and the carousel went around, the music like a carnival, the horses rising and falling. As they closed to within about twelve feet of her and I fired—causing them to stop and to crouch and to look around—only to inch forward again as I resumed shooting (missing, it seemed, every time). Until there was an ear-piercing pulse which I recognized as coming from Madsen’s sound cannon (he’d demonstrated it for us before we set out) and the animals scattered—even as Sylvia crouched and covered (from the excruciating noise) and I did the same; paralyzed, debilitated.
