In a five part story based on the BBC TV show SHERLOCK, the legendary detective, Sherlock Holmes, and his mild-manner companion, John Watson, face five original adventures written by WattyAwards2012 Finalist, E. K. Sloyer. The two partners in crime face a criminal that can only be tracked through John's past; a mysterious voice bent on destroying Sherlock through a member of the Royal family; and lastly, a nemesis that is determined to prove that Sherlock's dead...though, all the while, the great detective is one step ahead of all of them. __________________ IN EDITING PROCESS COMPLETED 2013 #54 in Mystery/Thriller

'Standing up I looked straight at Professor Garrett, smirking evilly. "Hi, my name's Christy Evans and I'm an English major. Let's see," I said tapping my chin in concentration, all the while trying not to laugh out loud, "I'm the leader of a group of intergalactic beings who are here to terminate all those who are deemed too conceited for the good of civilization," pausing I gave Professor Garrett a pointed look of my own, "I live on planet screw you, and I'm allergic to bullshit." Smirking and feeling very satisfied with myself, I waited for Professor Garretts next move. ' -When Christy finds her long term boyfriend isn't who she thought he was, what will she do? She's about to begin college-the same one he chose to go to as well. With the help of her best friends and a new forbidden love interest, can she be persuaded to let go and love again?

"Every cell in your body now belongs to me." He said with that savage look in his gleaming eys. "I own you." He took a step closer, and I took one back. "Don't try to run from me, I'll catch you. Don't try to hurt me, because Darling, I'll break you." He continued with a snicker. "But most importantly, don't try to leave. Because I'll kill you."

My name is Jasmine Clark and my life is set for a drastic change when Social Services learn of the neglect my mother inflicted on me after my father's untimely demise. I am taken away from my home and sent to live with an old friend of my father's; James Andersen, his wife, Lilly, and their seven sons. Living in a house with seven boys is no walk in the park, either. This is me, surviving the Andersen brothers.