Trying to figure out when I started writing is like trying to decide when I started walking. The stories have always been there, rummaging around in my mind. Some went on paper. Most didn’t. I wrote my first novel when I was 22. Thankfully, I left it to the dustbin of history where it shall always remain.
Imagine the grin, yes, it was that bad.
As for influences on my latest story, The Island, that one has been up there banging away in my head for a long time. Parts of it were told at bedtime. Though honestly, those who heard the parts wouldn't recognize them in the story. By the time we get to the second book in this series, they will find some recognizable moments. They'll also probably be upset that the adventure turned into something of a horror story.
Ahh, well, most of them are old enough now to read it for what it is.
I grew up in North Carolina, which is why part of the story is set there. I’ve been to exotic parts of the world, many countries, and most states. None of them I know as well as the one I called home for most of my life. It makes it easy to write about it, and the people in it.
I hope you enjoy the stories.
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The Island - The Final Chapters
The old radio at the station had poured out haunting images of a dying world from the first day. Through it, the tiny group hunkered down at the Village of Portsmouth, bore witness to the death of millions.
Hounded by an evil he didn't understand, William Hill struggled to survive.
The evil had other plans. It wanted his blood.
This time, it had a face. This time it offered a deal.
The Island - Part 4
Stranded on Portsmouth Island, William Hill struggled to survive. The news brought stories of storms and riots, of people starving while the government promised food.
William figured he had enough to worry about.
Then he found the message. Not even a fool could mistake the intent, not when the evil knew his name and watched from shadows.
“COME GET YOU WEE LEE UM”
The Island - Part 3
Day by day The Fever grew stronger, surging across boundaries in its relentless assault on humanity. The news pouring out across the airwaves turned more shocking by the hour. Hospitals had started closing their doors. The dead and dying littered the landscape.
The tiny group stranded on Portsmouth Island listened as the horror unfolded. They had no where to run, and no where to hide.
The Island - Part 2
The Fever exploded across the U.S. and the world. Hour by hour the news grew worse. The virus was spreading at a bewildering pace, killing so fast that estimates had to be constantly revised. Even worse, it appeared to be mutating to an even deadlier form.
Along with it came an evil that no one expected.
And it knew his name.
The Island - Part 1
The Fever struck hard and fast, rising out of the slums and claiming victim after victim.
William Hill knew his chances of avoiding the virus sat squarely between slim and none. His one option seemed to be not if, but where he would die. The island had been one of the last and best times with his father. It seemed as good a place as any to die.
He just didn’t realize how good.
Daniel finds himself in the middle of a trial fraught with sexual betrayal. With time running out he turns to his friend and mentor Johnnie Wells to help him find the truth. What he doesn’t know is that the truth will lead him to a stunning conclusion, one that teaches him how deep and dark the waters of seduction can run, and where everything he has ever loved will be put on the on the line.
Murder follows three people in the stories inside. The first is a hit man who can't believe what he's asked to do. In the second, a farmer picks up a girl on a lonely road and gets more than he bargained for. In the last, a mother goes hunting.
The Search for Harmony
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The ship came down hard. Simon could see the wreckage strewn out across a wide swath of the alien landscape. Both of them made it, but Samantha was still trapped inside.
They have one hope. Simon has to make the aid station before sunset. He is exposed and hurt. He has nothing to protect him from the sub-zero temperatures Samantha says are coming.
He is their only chance.
The dead things talk to him in whispers that glaze his mind. With them comes knowledge Solomon knows he should not have, understanding that does not belong in his simple life.
Only Solomon knows the evil that has come to his hill. Only he can fight it. No one else will listen. No one else can hear the whispers.
John Abbot is lost, his memories shattered. Nothing connects. Nothing makes sense. There is only one thing he is sure of - his name. He carries it in his pocket on a rumpled piece of paper. He walks, alone and afraid. In his world there are only two constants. One is fear.
The other is the thing that whispers.
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