Excerpts

From the New York Times bestselling author of the Cal Leandros novels comes a bold new supernatural thriller. Picking up a small pink shoe from the grass forever changed young Jackson Lee’s life. Not only did its presence mean that his sister Tessa was dead—murdered and stuffed in the deep, black water of a narrow well—but the shoe itself told him so. Tessa’s death triggers an even more horrific family massacre that, combined with this new talent he neither wants nor can handle, throws Jack’s life into a tailspin. The years quickly take him from state homes to the streets to grifting in a seedy carnival, until he finally becomes the cynical All Seeing Eye, psychic-for-hire. At last, Jackson...

Hey Reavers! Are you itching for some new Rob Thurman? Well…you’re in luck next HalloWeek, because a new anthology called Courts of the Fey is coming out on 11/1 – right smack in the middle of Halloween and Day of the Dead…kinda like the middle of an Oreo cookie from the Underworld. Within these Seelie and Unseelie courts lurks a short story from our own Rob Thurman. It’s called “First Ball…Last Call” – a grim, post-apocalyptic fey Western, which sounds just like what the mad scientists have ordered for this time of the year. Now, the irony is that the book cover to this anthology looks like it’s all love and light. I don’t know what the other entries...

Be sure to watch all the way to the end, even after the short credits sequence...there's an epilogue you will not want to miss - much like the actual book!

“Bombs? You were making pipe bombs?” he demanded incredulously as he drove on. “Garages don’t blow themselves up,” I pointed out with some exasperation at his lack of gratitude and memory. “And they’re not pipe bombs so much as proactive explosive measures. Little pipe bombs,” I emphasized. “You know…just in case.”

Damn, I was certain the dosage would be high enough to knock the Chimera out. I started after him, weaving between cots, and then skidded to a stop. Stefan heard it at the same time I did. Half a step behind me, he grabbed my arm and ran, yanking me along with him. He didn’t need to. I was as fast and running over the top of bodies and their various crushed organs didn’t faze me. Stefan, despite his Mob background, flinched slightly but didn’t let it slow him down either. We hit the right wall of the room simultaneous to the semi-tractor trailer crashing through the front of the building. Stefan was knocked to the floor by a...

Remember how I told you about Chris McGrath’s best. Cal. Cover. Ever? Well… I will be revealing that cover and new Cal Leandros DOUBLETAKE excerpts to a chosen few the second week in August. But to become one of Cal’s Chosen Few, you will need to… interact with BASILISK during the week of 8/2 – 8/6… quite possibly in ways that would make Cal Leandros himself grin with evil pride. So save the date: You and BASILISK from 8/2 – 8/6 = Special Access to DOUBLETAKE! And yes, I’m being annoyingly mysterious on purpose. More details on this event and how to get that special VIP access to DOUBLETAKE coming soon. If you want to be notified via email...

And so… I decided to give CHIMERA fans a sneak peek at the sequel (tentatively titled BASILISK… if you don’t know why then re-read CHIMERA, look for a clue, and Wiki it if you still don’t know.) It’s from Michael’s POV instead of Stefan’s. I wanted to see him discover what it’s like to be a genuine person… not a kid raised to be an assassin in the Institute. It’s a very different POV as Stefan is an ex-Russian mafioso and Michael, Stefan’s kidnapped brother, is a trained (but utterly reluctant) assassin with no knowledge he can remember of the outside world. This is two and a half years later when Michael and Stefan have settled in a small...

And here is the deleted scene from MADHOUSE. If one is old enough or geeky enough to tell, it is an homage of sorts to a scene from my favorite 80s  movie. For those who kicked Amazon ass, you’re amazing. I can’t thank you enough.  Now…moving along to the chicken of doom (not a zombie chicken as previously hypothesized.) Enjoy. As much as I hated kidnapping cases, I wasn’t a whole lot fonder of the extermination ones. But as much as I disliked it, the next day that’s what we were doing. “What’s it called again?” I asked, idly switching the radio over from Niko’s songs-long-before-we-were-born station to something a little more current. “An Aitvaras and turn that back...