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Prey
A
young, homeless man arrested for a gruesome crime; a respected
politician bound for higher office; detective Shane Calvin finds
himself caught in the middle as two seemingly disparate lives
collide, the weight of their secrets threatening to destroy them
all.
Anathema
Chemist Jerrod Dawkins has lost
everything: his job, his reputation, and his family. After a failed
suicide attempt, he learns an envious co-worker masterminded his
downfall, and vows revenge. Jerrod manufactures a virus and turns it
loose on his former friend, unleashing far more than he
intended.
 Home of the Sheriff Penny
Miller series.
Excerpt
(Prey):
I looked away from the television mounted across the bar and
tried to tune out the reporter's voice. I knew all I wanted about
the damn case already. It was mine. Not wanting to hear more, I
hoped to drown it in the background noise, but everyone in the
place was focused on the set. Only the scuffle of feet and the
dull murmur of
disbelief hung in the air to compete.
It wasn't enough to quiet the memories, so I looked to my
drink. My bourbon danced in the glass and I realized my hands were
shaking. I tightened my grip, but that only made it worse.
Ripples, like tiny waves, marred the surface. Knuckles white, I
drained the glass to hide the evidence of my hand's rebellion. The
liquor slid easy down my throat; too easy. I could still hear the
news.
As I called out for a refill, a shadow appeared at my
shoulder.
"Hey, Shane." I glanced up to see Joe Sanchez, a detective at
my precinct. He gestured to the TV I was trying to ignore. "That's
some crazy shit. How you holding up?"
"I'm all right...I guess." I set my glass down as the bartender
came over to top it off. She'd barely lifted the bottle away
before I'd finished the drink again. With an understanding smile,
she poured me another, making sure it was as full as she could
without spilling any. "I just..." Glass at my lips, I swallowed
down about half, only pulling it away to take a breath. The
bourbon still danced in defiance. "Even in all my years on the
force, I've never seen anything so...so disturbing, you know?"
Joe dropped onto the stool beside me, asking for a beer.
"That's the job, brother. You know that. One minute we're filing
paperwork, and the next we're tripping over a body. Ain't nothing
normal about it."
"I know, man, I know. This was just...too
much."
Reviews:
"...while the two novellas
[Prey/Anathema] are incredibly intense, they are superbly written
and have strong storylines that transcend the shock.
Anathema...has the essence of the old Twilight Zone series,
updated and more shocking. Prey...is a dark police investigation
story a la Seven or Silence of the Lambs, but freakin' horrifying
in its stark portrayal of murder." ~ artist M Wayne Miller
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