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In the stack of envelopes on top of Gideon's desk, one was curiously unlabeled, the same as any random piece of junk. He slid it open nonetheless. All the envelope contained was a simple leaf...dark green with serrated edges, finely divided and lacy. It was almost triangular, broad at the base with the tip tapering to an almost point. No sooner did he lay the envelope down on his desk, his phone rang. It was the Chief of Police requesting his service on another case.

This novel has been in the works since its beginning in 2005 when a century and half old colonial style home was restored by the author and his wife, Barbara. For over twelve months, the house did an amazing transformation, the third time since its original construction in 1845. The first time it was restored was 1861. The second time in 1932 and the last time in 2005.

The Lakeside Museum began to empty out of those attending for the lunchtime call. The few people still lingering were suddenly startled by the sight of one of the uniformed guards racing to the main staircase, shouting! After a brief moment, Thomas, the director of the museum, and others ran up the stairs to find a beautiful young woman, not more than 18 years of age, lying on the cold wooden floor with an arrow protruding from the center of her chest. There were 21 witnesses that said they saw nothing. How could that be? Someone must be lying, but who?

Sebastian Westfield, the grandson of Connor Westfield, is living life in style with the hefty allowance given to him monthly by his grandfather. The problem is, one night started like all the rest, with his arrival at Sid’s Cabaret in Portland, the home of famed theater star Valentina Clemente. When the evening first started, he could remember everything. However, the next instant, his mind goes blank. He can’t remember what happened the rest of the night.

In Chapter Two, the continuation of the Storm Lord Trilogy finds Angelica Thompson and Sheriff Kevin Connors expecting their first child. Her pregnancy came as a surprise to her and Kevin, because it was precisely nine months after their defeat of Ethan Knight in Chapter One of the Storm Lord Trilogy series.

Through James' fertile imagination, these three novels in this box set are provocative, confrontational, and contain highly ingenious twists and turn into the unexpected but always with a healthy dose of humor, not to mention romance in this final chapter of the series.

Using the rich background of the spiritual world of archangels Michael and his sword of angels and Gabriel with his trumpet of victory as the background, Sidney St. James’ Storm Lord Trilogy series pursues the return of Satan himself, with a paranormal bent world of evil versus good filled with fascinating characters.

Angelica Thompson, an award-winning romance novelist, decides to end her turbulent relationship back home in Denver and heads to a secluded spot on the shores of Black Rock Cove in Oregon. Writer’s block prevents her from finishing her last novel in her paranormal romance series, and she is being pressured by her publisher, BeeBop Publishing Group, to finish by the end of the summer.

There was only one case out of hundreds of cold cases that Vincent James Gideon never wholly solved, Rosenthall. If that should happen in Volume 2 of the Case of the Ace of Spades, his son could walk down that lonely hallway to the electric chair. Watching her take a sip, it took the assassin every urge not to swat the glass away, but he knew it was the only way to save his life. He stared at the beautiful woman and wondered how long it would take to go into effect.

In the stack of envelopes on top of Gideon's desk, one was curiously unlabeled, the same as any random piece of junk. He slid it open nonetheless. All the envelope contained was a simple leaf...dark green with serrated edges, finely divided and lacy. It was almost triangular, broad at the base with the tip tapering to an almost point. No sooner did he lay the envelope down on his desk, his phone rang. It was the Chief of Police requesting his service on another case.

Freja Jensen, contemplating retiring from BeeBop Publishing Group in Austin, Texas, received a brown paper parcel in the mail. She opened the package, and saw that it was from Lucas Hansen, or his pen name, Lucas Pedersen. With the letter was a manuscript. Another note received was from a doctor who asked to remain anonymous. Included in a small teakwood box was an ancient sistrum, an Egyptian musical instrument with magical powers, and had the etching of an ankh on top.

The rush to the Louisiana border was known to the Texans as the Runaway Scrape, the Great Runaway, or the Sabine Shoot. Whatever one calls it, the wild exodus was a nightmare of terror and suffering for women and children across the Lone Star State. It was only their burning desire for retribution that made it possible for them to keep going.

Many people believe that being immortal is a bliss, something that’s priceless...something that one would do next to anything for. Would it be bliss to live long enough to see all your loved ones perish? To wander around the world in loneliness, for every friend you ever made have run out of time to spend with you? Personally, I think not! It’s not a bliss. If anything, it’s a downright curse. Lucas Petersen, a professor at the University of Texas, is resting quietly in his apartment on Guadalupe Street near the main campus. There’s a knock at his door that surprised him.

Black Rock Cove, on the coastline of Oregon, has a unique and sinister charm. It is a quaint fishing village and charming resort for summertime visitors by day, but by night...well, that’s a different story. The murder of Oliver Bateman was purely the strangest of all crimes. A gunshot was heard as he fell dead in the courtyard, but bullet holes were missing from his body. Three deep knife wounds, however, covered his chest. Even stranger, Elizabeth Knight, daughter of famed Nobel Prize winner William Knight, was discovered in her locked bedroom on the brink of death.

Some people believe questioning the Bible, the direction God is going, or even God himself, is blasphemy. Some think it’s a sign of disbelief. Daniel Thornton is one such man. He believes his son, Rusty Thornton, is lost without God and takes him to a faraway place in the early 1950s near Spicewood, Texas, where he would never come in contact with people. He has an old King James Version of the Bible and began to try and cure his son’s affliction of skepticism.

Do ghosts walk through walls or do they need a doorway open to allow them to pass from one room into another? But, wait, are there really such things as ghosts? Sophia Knight, wife of two-time Nobel Prize-Winning Physicist, Johnathan Knight lays on her death bed. There is some terrible secret she has kept from her husband the entire time they’ve been married. Yet, her strength is getting weak from cancer. She lays in bed and stares out over the Pacific Ocean and watches the sun go down, wondering if it will be her last sunset she will ever see.

Reverend Mrs. Ada Caston Slaton Bonds was one of the most colorful ministers ever produced by the great Cumberland Presbyterian Church. Beyond a doubt, she overcame more difficulties and passed through more heartaches than any minister ever known to preach the "Whosoever Will" gospel. Miss Ada, as all affectionately called her, possessed countless prodigies.

A thrill-seeking professor, William Knight, a former recipient of the Nobel Prize in Archeology, from Texas A&M University and two of his graduate assistants, one from Austin, Texas and another from Calgary, Canada, attempt to cross the Atlantic Ocean in a hot air balloon built to support their journey for two weeks. Their mission was to find an island that records from the University Library in College Station, Texas showed the entranceway to a mystical island that would lead to the lost city of Altinova. Would they find the legendary plaque that held the secret to a lost city?

The apparition glided nearer and nearer. The detective could now see clearly that the spirit was carrying in her arms an actual baby, one that was as beautiful as a cherubim of heaven, with a yellow halo of light encircling its form. It was only the light that illuminated the woman’s form.

Book one of three in the Demon Gorge Trilogy. “Samuel Knight’s body was stolen from the house,” the policeman said in an awe-inspiring tone....