A Paranormal Thriller Psychology professor Denton Reed has been pulled out of the classroom to find a killer. Bodies are turning up all over the quiet town of Bexhill. They are found dismembered and burned beyond recognition in a snow covered farmer's field, by the abandoned mill, and under the train bridge. The only clue linking the victims is the bizarre figure-eight patterns left behind in their homes. Denton must use his unique profiling techniques to uncover the murderer, who the police have dubbed Mr. 8. As he begins to unravel the mystery, a strange pattern begins to emerge. Before their deaths, each victim was seized by dark obsessions and inexplicable changes in behavior. Whatever strange forces are affecting the people of Bexhill, they may actually be more dangerous than any killer. As a wave of insanity sweeps the town, Denton will put his life on the line to get to the source of the madness and risk all to protect the woman he loves. But is it already too late? [Rated PG-13 For scenes of violence and strong language] *Cover art by Donald Cronkhite. Best RankingMay 12, 2014 - #1 Mystery/Thriller, #2 Horror

I cursed myself. I was in love with him. My heart hammered inside my chest, as I repeated the words. I was in love with him. I could feel my mind scrambling to defend itself, but it didn't. I was in love with him. I was. I had spent so much time trying to hate him I had looked past the obvious. I was in love with Dezmond Collins. He just killed a man right in front of me, and I was still clutching onto him never wanting him to let me go. I lost everything because of him, my family, my life, everything. I was completely aware of him murdering innocent women and children, and yet I was also completely aware how much I didn't care. I was pathetic. I knew how much of a monster he was, but here I was falling head over heels. I was becoming infatuated with his very existence, and I hated myself for it. I hated him. I repeated those words to myself. I hate Dezmond Collins. Even I could hear how much of a lie that was. How could I ever love something like him? He was a monster. He was a ruthless, cold monster. What part of ruthless monster did my mind not understand? Every part of my body was warm being in his arms, yet my mind was screaming at me to stop. My mind was telling me how stupid I was being. I can't possibly begin to love a monster. He would never love me. He can't love, anyone or anything, so why am I getting my hopes up only to have them completely crushed? "Kendal" I was pulled out of my bubble of over-thinking, I looked up at him. "Are you going to let me go?" he asked me sounding irritated. I should. I should let everything go, I should leave here as soon as possible. I should run away and never return. Because I'm falling in love with a monster. My breath caught in my throat at the realization. I knew it was true no matter how much I denied it. No matter how much I avoided it. I knew how right I was. I was falling in love with Dezmond Collins. *Warning: This story is really frustrating but its worth it in the end*

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Now published under Pop Fiction, an imprint of Summit Books. P195, Taglish Part 1 Theirs is a story that started all wrong. Naglayas si Gail sa bahay nila sa Manila, looking forward to spending the best summer of her life in the quiet town of Sitio Maligaya. Ang hindi niya alam, gang leader Kurt agreed to a mission na bantayan siya kapalit ng dream car nito. At ang una nilang engkwentro? An accidental kiss, which is also happens to be Gail's first kiss-- ever! Will this mark the beginning of Gail's string of bad luck with Kurt? Or will this gangster be the accident she's always wanted to happen, the wrong person who will make everything right?

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