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Here is my latest book. Find out why Ivory was never chased by monsters before she moved to Los Roshano.

Ivory Ames searches the campground and finds her best friend Maria dead on the beach with two bite marks on her neck. Ivory and Harmony Lundy look for clues. They learn someone or something is stalking the campers, and if they’re not careful, they may be next.

Chapter 1 Missing

“Hey, Maria, are you in there?” I knocked on the bathroom door and chewed my bottom lip. No light seeped through the cracks. She could’ve left the light off to keep the princess in the other bedroom asleep.

After Maria didn’t answer, I tried the doorknob, it turned, and the latch released from the frame. I knocked again, calling her name in the process. When she didn’t respond, I pushed the door open, expecting to see her in there. The room was the size of a tiny closest. Besides the toilet and a sink, it was empty. Where had she gone? She wouldn’t have left without telling me. I turned around and almost jumped out of my skin. Someone stood behind me.

“Ivory Ames, what’s the matter with you? Why are you making so much noise? You woke me up.” Harmony, the princess, flicked on her bedroom light and stifled a yawn.

“If you closed your door, you wouldn’t have heard me.” I crossed my arms to allow the fear inside of me to subside. I couldn’t believe she had freaked me out.

“Are you using the bathroom or going back to bed? I need my beauty sleep, and you’re being loud. You are rude.”

“I’m looking for Maria. Is she in your room?” Even as I said those words, I knew the answer.

“Why would she be? I need my own space. We’ve discussed this.” Harmony frowned and her eyebrows furrowed. We arrived at the cabin yesterday afternoon. She called dibs on her own bedroom the moment she walked inside. Maria and I were forced to share a room.

“Have you seen Maria?” I changed the topic. I didn’t want another conversion on why Harmony needed the bigger and only room. She could argue for hours. She was exhausting. Instead of being a lawyer, she would most likely become one of those rich housewives, who lived in a big city and married a basketball star or a professional football player.

“Maria may be at the women’s restroom. Why do we have to camp? Can we pack everything up and go to a nice hotel in the cities?” Harmony mentioned Minneapolis and Saint Paul, a two-hour drive from our current location.

“Maria left without telling me.” I ignored Harmony’s other questions on purpose. She and Maria could afford a better week-long vacation, but I couldn’t. I spent months saving up for this trip, and it was split three ways. This was my first getaway in my whole life.

“You’re not Maria’s mom, and she’s an adult now. She may want some privacy. Have you tried calling her?”

“Her cell’s in our room. I’ll go look for her. She shouldn’t have left without telling me,” I said. A knot formed inside my belly. I was way more nervous than I’d thought. Something didn’t sit right with me. She wasn’t the type to flake on me.

“You’re such a worrywart. I’m going back to bed. Don’t bother waking me when you’ve found her.” Harmony turned around, disappearing inside her room.

“I’m heading to the shared restroom. If Maria isn’t there, I’ll check the beach afterward.” She was a great swimmer, but she wouldn’t go alone because she could get a cramp and drown.

“Hold on, you’re leaving me alone?”

“What part of ‘I’m heading to the shared restroom’ did you not understand? Bye now. Have a good slumber.” My tone was filled with sarcasm. I couldn’t believe Harmony would go back to bed. Okay, I could. She was the queen bitch at our high school who only cared for herself.

I grabbed a flashlight from a drawer on the kitchen island. By the time I arrived at my destination, the sun should be rising. I wouldn’t need the flashlight anymore. I flicked the switch, testing it to make sure it worked.

“We shouldn’t go. Some creep could be hiding in the dark. We wouldn’t see him. He would grab us and murder us.” Harmony appeared in her doorway. Her voice was etched with fear, and she played with the ends of her hair.

“You’ve been reading too many books or watching a lot of TV. Our friend isn’t here, and I’m worried.” I kept my snide comment at bay and headed toward the entrance.

“Don’t leave me. I need to change my clothes and do my hair. I’ll be ready in thirty minutes or an hour.”

“I’m not waiting for you. Maria may be hurt.”

“Why are you such a bitch?” Despite Harmony’s harsh words at me, her face softened.

“Why are you such a freakin’ princess?” I asked her. Anger surged through me, and I wanted to strangle her. Why did I have to go on vacation with her?

“I’m not a princess. I’m a queen.” Harmony strolled over to me and puffed out her chest.

“After you, Your Highness.” I opened the door, bowing in front of her. I enjoyed teasing her a little too much.

“Finally, you’re treating me better.” Harmony flounced through the doorway. She didn’t understand I messed with her.

I gave up, shutting the door behind me and switching on the flashlight. Since Harmony stood on the first step on the deck, I walked around her and hopped onto the sidewalk. I stopped on the pathway from our cabin. Glancing over at the one next to us, the light was on. We should speak to our neighbors to see if they had seen Maria.

“Where are you going?” Harmony grabbed a hold of my elbow, stopping me.

“I’m checking with the guys. They may have seen Maria.” I pulled my arm away from her grasp.

“Paul can’t see me like this.”

“You’re fine.” I shined the flashlight near her face. Another frustration part about Harmony was her capability of looking good all the time. My blonde hair was frizzy. Most days, I stuck it in a ponytail.

“My hair and makeup are a mess.” Harmony touched her perfect brown hair with blonde highlights. It fell in the way a haircut should, wavy. No strand was out of place. Her brown eyes were rimmed with black mascara. Her skin glowed. She might get pimples for sleeping in her makeup.

“No one is forcing you to come with me,” I told her. Inside my mind, I begged her to return to our cabin. I could’ve spoken to Stuart or Paul and walked halfway to the restroom by now.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Harmony asked.


“No wonder you don’t have any friends besides Maria. You’re mean to everyone.” A twig snapped, Harmony screamed, and she tightened her hold on me. “What…what is over there?”

“Someone probably didn’t put out their fire. It’ll die on its own. The park rules said they should’ve used water to douse the flames.”

“Did you put out our fire last night because of the rules?” Harmony asked.

“Duh, a forest fire is not a good thing. We’re surrounded by trees. Do you remember the fire in Canada? It turned our skies hazy. The weather is dry right now. One flame could ignite everything,” I answered.

“Our camping area and everyone else’s are not surrounded by trees. We have open space.”

“A breeze could carry an ember to the shrubs. Although, I heard we were in for some rain today.” I couldn’t imagine being locked inside with her on the longest day of the summer. Maria should be at the restroom. She couldn’t go home because I drove us here.

“You’re such a know-it-all.” Another twig snapped, but Harmony didn’t shriek this time.

I shook my head and resumed my mission with her holding onto me the whole time. She let me go when we arrived at the door. I knocked on it.

“Hey, what are you doing here? Weren’t we hanging out later today?” Stuart asked after he answered a couple of minutes later. I didn’t remember his last name.

“Have you seen Maria? She isn’t at our cabin,” I said. My mouth ran dry and I licked my lips. Did I sound desperate to him? I liked the guy, but showing up at his cabin uninvited wasn’t a great idea. I pushed the nervous feelings aside. I needed to find my friend, which was a good excuse and I wasn’t here to see him.

“No, I haven’t seen her. How long has she been missing?” Stuart asked.

“Not sure. We went to bed right after the bonfire. I woke up a few minutes ago and she wasn’t there. We’ll see you—” I said.

“Where’s Paul?” Harmony interrupted me.

“He’s inside his room changing. We’re headed to the beach for an early morning swim. Do you want to talk to him?” Stuart asked.

Harmony sighed with relief.

“Do you want to talk to him?” Stuart asked again. He glanced behind him and then at me. The poor guy didn’t know what to do.

“I don’t want to see him,” Harmony whispered in my ear. Her fake fingernails bit into my skin as she tightened her hold on me.

“Harmony doesn’t want to talk to Paul because she looks like crap,” I said to Stuart.

“Ivory, don’t tell him those words,” Harmony said, angrily. She released me and hit me on my shoulder.

Stuart scratched at his temple, tilted his head to one side, and pursed his lips together. He was cute confused.

“I’m joking. Harmony always looks like she’s headed to a beauty pageant. How soon are you headed to the beach?” I rubbed the marks blossoming on my arm. If he left soon, he could keep an eye out for Maria.

“I’m not sure. Paul takes forever to change,” Stuart answered.

“I get it.” I motioned at the person behind me. We grinned at each other.

“Do you want to come with us? The smaller beach will be more fun if you do,” Stuart said.

“We can’t. We need to find Maria,” I told him.

“I’m sorry, I forgot. Is there anything you want me to do?” Stuart ran a hand through his short brown hair.

“Can you call me if you see her? She might take a different path from the restroom, and I don’t want to miss her,” I said.

“My phone’s dead. I didn’t plug it in last night,” Stuart said.

“Here’s mine.” I pulled out cell, showing him the passcode and holding it out for him to take. Harmony would never give hers away. Hers costed more than what I made in a single paycheck.

“Is Harmony in your contacts?” Stuart asked. His question was valid since we didn’t get along at our bonfire last night. We were clearly not friends.

“She’s under princess,” I muttered. My cheeks heated. I wasn’t mean to people on purpose, but she rubbed me the wrong way and made me feel like I was an idiot. I was valedictorian of our class.

“Do you think I’m royalty?” Harmony asked me.

“Nope, you act one,” I answered, truthfully.

Stuart laughed and covered his mouth with his large hand. A snort escaped. His face turned bright read.

“We need to find Maria. I’ll see you later,” I said to him.

“Tell Paul I said hi,” Harmony said.

“Please send a text if you find your friend.” Stuart gave me a small smile.

After I waved goodbye, we left him. No one was on the path to the restrooms this late or early, considering it was morning already.

“What’s over there?” Harmony asked, scared. She pointed in the direction of a small grove of dark trees.

“Nothing.” I shinned the flashlight. The light illuminated the leaves and bark only.

“I swear I saw something.”

I didn’t say a word. The limit of my irritation level had reached the maximum. The sun started to rise while we walked. The horizon turned into the colors of fire.

Harmony kept on pointing out every possible place for a person or animal to hide in the shadows. It took a long time for us to arrive at the restrooms. The lights were on and I turned off my flashlight. I only had it on to appease Harmony and her fears.

“Maria?” Harmony entered the women’s restroom. She glanced around and shrugged at me when she didn’t see anyone.

I checked under the door to the first stall for legs and opened it. Maria wasn’t inside. On my third, Harmony opened her first. The six we searched were empty. The knot in my belly turned into a thick piece of tangled rope.

“Maria’s not here. What do we do now?” Harmony asked, her words etched with concern now.

“Check the beach?” My legs shook and I used the sink for support. Maria should be here. Where was she?

“Are you coming?” Harmony held the door open.

“Yeah, give me a minute.” I took a step and found out I could walk.

We exited the restroom, hanging a left. The restrooms sat on a hill, and cement stairs led to the beach.

I placed my hand on the rail, walking down the first few steps. My gaze scanned the shoreline. Something was near the edge of the water, but I couldn’t tell what it was. I kept going, hit the middle portion of the stairs and recognized the purple shirt. My purple shirt. Maria loved to borrow it.


I finally got the prequel for Superior Species out. Find out why Ivory was never bugged by the monsters.

Ivory Ames searches the campground and finds her best friend Maria dead on the beach with two bite marks on her neck. Ivory and Harmony Lundy look for clues. They learn someone or something is stalking the campers, and if they’re not careful, they may be next.


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Updated: Aug 10

Here is a sneak peek of the second book in A Town of Murderers series called The Second Plan.

After breaking into a morgue to steal evidence linking him to a murder, Ricardo Leon kills the witnesses and sets fire to the building to cover his tracks. He knows he’ll get away with it because he has a mole in the police station.

Ace Cankey vows to bring the notorious gang leader Ricardo to justice. He will use any means necessary to get his man, including planting evidence. An easy task as the new Treble County Coroner. Can one man bring down a ruthless gang of killers? Or will Ace let his ego and ambition be his ruin?

***Warning this book contains graphic content.***


“Don’t show your faces,” Ricardo Leon said before covering his face with a black ski mask. Only his mouth and eyes were visible.

He waited until the three guys with him were hidden, too. He tested the door handle, but it wouldn’t turn. His heart pounded, and his mouth ran dry. He needed to get into this room now because his future depended on it.

The access pad on the wall needed a badge. He didn’t have one, so he knocked instead. The lack of a window on the door might work in his favor if someone was dumb enough to open it without checking who was there first. He glanced at his gun’s safety to make sure it was off.

“Did you forget your pass again Tony? I’m coming. Give me a minute.” A guy in a white coat opened the heavy, wooden door. When he saw the weapons, his mouth fell open.

“Where’s everyone?” Ricardo asked.

“In the morgue,” the medical examiner said.


The ME pointed to the first door on the left.

“Get your ass on the ground.” Ricardo pushed the muzzle of his gun into the other man’s fat belly. When the guy didn’t comply, he hit him in the back of the head with the butt of his 9mm.

“Please don’t hurt me. I have a wife and a family. My youngest son turned three last week.” The ME fell to his knees. The wound on the top of his head bled and he brought his hands up to cover it.

“The boss says to get on the ground. If you don’t, I’ll kill you,” Juan Gonzalez said, his steady tone let everyone know he would do it. He lifted his gun, pointing it at the man. This wouldn’t be his first murder.

Tears formed in the ME’s eyes. He lay on the gray tiled floor, and a whimper escaped from his lips.

“Lock your fingers together on the back of your head. Who else is in the room with you?” Ricardo asked, once his hostage complied with his demand.

“Just my apprentice and the guard,” the ME answered, fear etched in his voice.

Ricardo motioned with his head for Juan to enter the morgue first. He took the second position while one of his men followed behind them. The other stayed inside the doorframe AS the look out. They needed to move fast.

The moment he walked into the morgue, Juan demanded, “Get your hands up and step away from the dead body.”

Ricardo followed his man inside with his weapon drawn in front of him. The attendant was the only worker.

Where was the guard? The three separate, autopsy tables were big enough for a person. They had a sink at the head of each one and were open, not a place anyone could hide. A man was cut open on one. The lower half of his body was covered by a white sheet.

The scared attendant stepped away and raised his hands. He was wearing plastic gloves. The scalpel he had clattered to the ground. The pants he wore slowly became wet in the crouch. He peed himself. Some of the urine leaked down his blue scrubs to the floor and on his shoes. The stench filled the air, smelling worse than cat pee. The room already stunk like rotten meat and antiseptic.

“Did you see what I made him do? The chicken pissed himself,” Juan said. A loud and high laugh, like a hyena, burst through his mouth. He earned the animal nickname for this reason, and, the fact, he was a scavenger. He ate almost anything.

“Juan, you badass,” Pablo Nuestra said, he sounded impressed.

“Shut up dumbass. The boss said no names.” Juan pushed his friend into the metal table near the young ME.

“Man, you made me touch a dead body. I just touched a dead body.” Pablo smiled at something. The guy had to be high. Ricardo told him last night to not take a hit this morning. If Pablo messed this up, he’d be taught a lesson later. He lifted the hand on the guy on the slab and waved it. He giggled afterward.

“Where’s the guard?” Ricardo asked the worker after he decided to ignore the two clowns. His posse wasn’t the brightest. He wouldn’t have brought them if he wasn’t desperate. The worse part was they were the smartest inside his gang now. Some of his guys were in prison. Others were dead. His lieutenant went to jail for unpaid child support. He’d be out in a few days, but not in enough time to complete this mission. If Ricardo failed here, he’d be inside the big house for years or get the needle.

“Burt’s in the bathroom,” the ME said.


The ME pointed to one of the closed doors at the back of the room. The other might be a supply closet.

Ricardo couldn’t tell what it was from where he stood. He said to Juan, “Go get him.”

The big man lumbered over to the door. He pounded on it with a beefy fist, and when the guard didn’t respond, he shook the handle. Juan was six-foot-tall and built like a furnace. He was dumb like a heater, too. He was a good lackey, always doing what he was told.

“Get your ass out of there before I kill your friend,” he said.

The door unlocked with a click.

Juan kicked it, and the handle busted away from the frame. He grabbed a hold of the rent-a-cop, yanking him out of the restroom and tossing him onto the ground.

“I did what you want.” The guard rolled onto his back and put his hands in the air.

Juan raised his gun and squeezed the trigger. His weapon made a firecracker sound when it went off. The bullet left the chamber, crashing into the guard’s skull. The silencer on the end didn’t prevent the big bang. Anyone in this four-story building and a few blocks away could hear the noise.

“Why the hell did you kill him?” Ricardo asked, pissed off. His temper rose, and he fought to keep it in check. He wanted to kill the witness after he stole the evidence. Any gunshots would bring the cops here. The fastest they could get here was ten minutes unless a squad car was nearby.

“The cops will be here soon. The guard made a phone call. I figured you want to deal with one less person,” Juan answered.

“Shit, we better hurry. The timetable has moved up to eight minutes.” Ricardo glanced at the man on the autopsy table. His skin would’ve been dark if he was still alive. He wasn’t the person Ricardo came here for.

Ricardo raised his gun to the attendant’s face, grabbing onto the guy’s shirt and lifting him off the ground by three inches.

“Where the hell is the dead gang banger?” he asked.

“He’s…he’s in the freezer,” the ME said with a stutter.

“Which one?”

“The third door on the left in the hallway.”

“Show me.” Ricardo released his hostage and pushed him to stand in front of him.

They walked into the hallway, stepping over the ME.

The guy was alive for now.

“What should we do boss?” his man at the door asked.

“Clean up the mess in here and check for any evidence.” Ricardo glanced at the ceiling. Two dome cameras covered the entrance and the hallway. “Don’t forget the video feed. We don’t want the cops finding us.”

“You alright?” His guy nodded at the prisoner with Ricardo as they left the room.

“I got this. We have seven minutes remaining.” Ricardo pushed the young man forward. “Move.”

“Why should I? You’ll kill me.” The ME stumbled and caught himself from falling on the ground.

“If you don’t, I’ll gun down your family.” Ricardo searched the guy’s back pocket, pulling out a wallet. He opened it and read the name on the license. A wedding photo, pictures of two kids, and a family portrait were in the plastic credit card holders. “Donald Thatcher lives at 3618 Terrace Drive. Is your wife at home? She doesn’t want a visit from me. Trust me. You have cute kids.”

“Please don’t hurt them. I’ll do anything,” David said.

“Show me where the dead gang member is.”

“Who? We haven’t autopsied several victims in a drive by shooting.”

“Jeremy Camp,” Ricardo said.

“Did you kill him?” Donald asked.

“Does it matter if I did?”

Donald shook his head and shuffled down the hallway.

Last man walking. The other guy knew he was on death row. If he was any trouble, his family would be dead, too. A few beats of the march song strummed in the Ricardo’s head. He tried to contain the smirk from forming on his face. He didn’t try hard.

“Mr. Camp’s body should be in here.” Donald stopped outside a door.

“What do you mean by ‘should be’?” Ricardo asked, suspicious. His gaze narrowed on the worker.

“We haven’t identified some of the bodies yet.”

“Open the door.” The entrance was made of wood. The freezer must be somewhere inside the room. He doubted his hostage would mess with him.

Donald fumbled with the keys he took out of his pocket. Selecting one, he stuck it into the lock. The bolt unlatched, and the door swung open.

“Everyone is in the freezer at the back,” Donald said.

“I don’t care who you have in there. Show me the punk, Jeremy,” Ricardo said.

“I’ll need your help finding him. I don’t know what body bag he’s inside.” Donald opened the freezer door, entering the little space. He went over to the first black, human-sized pouch. He unzipped it and checked the name on the paper on the dead girl’s chest.

“Hurry up and skip the bodies in the shape of a chick or a kid.”

“Some of these bodies haven’t been identified yet.” Donald checked his fifth cadaver bag. There wasn’t any identification on this one. “Is this him?”

“That’s the punk, Jeremy. Have you removed the bullet?”

“The autopsy hasn’t been done yet. We’re behind because the county coroner is leaving,” Donald said, after reading the sheet.

“Grab the bullet,” Ricardo said.

Jeremy didn’t have an incision on his chest.

“You want me to go inside him and retrieve it?” Donald’s voice was filled with confusion or disbelief. His eyes widened.

“Yeah, I need it. Get your skinny hand inside the corpse and get me the damn bullet. Quit stalling.”

“How can I remove it without any tools?”

“Use your fucking fingers. If that don’t work, I’ll cut a bigger hole,” Ricardo said.

After Donald placed two fingers inside the wound on the dead body and dug around for a minute, he said, “I’ll need a bigger cut.”

“Move.” Ricardo stuck his gun in the waist of his jeans.

The ME’s gaze stayed on it.

Pulling out a switch blade from his pocket, he pressed the button and the blade slid out. “Do you think you can take me?” Ricardo asked.

“I…I can’t. You’ll…You’ll need to cut lower,” the ME stammered.

Ricardo stabbed Jeremy right below the rib cage. He used two hands to slice the flesh there until the cut was wider. Once he was done, he wiped the blood off his knife and onto the body bag.

Donald closed his eyes and stuck his hand inside the body. Once he found something inside the chest cavity, he pulled his arm and it out.

“This looks like the slug of a 9mm. I’d need to run some tests to be sure. Did it come from your gun?” Donald held the slug up and rotated it between his thumb and pointer finger in the low light.

“Yes, the one right here. Give the bullet to me.” Ricardo waved his gun. He held out his hand. The weapon he carried now wasn’t the one he used to kill the rival gang member. He owned that one. He didn’t get a chance to hide the body before the cops came. Once he had the slug, the state attorney would have a hard time pinning the death on him.

“Promise me you won’t hurt my family.”

“I won’t.”

Donald stared at him for a moment and then dropped the slug into the outstretched hand. The guy didn’t grovel and for that Ricardo admired him for it.

Ricardo didn’t have a high enough regard for the ME to spare his life. He’d at least keep his word. He pulled out his gun, aimed, and fired.

The bullet slammed into Donald’s head, right in an eye and came out the back of his head. His body fell back first and then to the ground with a loud thump when he tried to move away.

“Are we good here? The rest of us are finished. We have two minutes left,” Juan said, at the door.

“I need some gasoline. Do you have any?” Ricardo asked.

Juan shook the halfway full container. He walked into the freezer and dumped it on Jeremy along with the floor and a few other cadavers. He tossed the red gas can aside when he finished after wiping it down.

Ricardo pulled out a lighter, dropping it into a small pile of gasoline. The liquid ignited, and the blue flame streaked across the floor. Once it hit a pool of gas, a fire burst out. A thick cloud of smoke filled the air, forcing the people alive in the room to cough. The blaze started Jeremy on fire or at least his black bag.

“Let’s get out of here,” Ricardo said satisfied.


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