Showing posts with label supernatural. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 17, 2018

"Madam Rhino" by C. Lewis

ON SALE for $0.99/99p
Madam Rhino
(The Adventures of Agent Grey Book 1)
by C. Lewis

Madam Rhino (The Adventures of Agent Grey Book 1) by C. Lewis

Madam Rhino, the first book in The Adventures of Agent Grey series by C. Lewis, has just been released and is ON SALE for only $0.99/99p (save $2) to 31 October. The author stops by today to share an excerpt from the book.

This is the origin story of the formidable senior powerhouse Madam Rhino. Angela is a feisty British pensioner who seizes the opportunity to upgrade her safe, quiet life to one of crime fighting high octane adventure.
She is a straight-talking pensioner who lives in the English countryside. She is feisty, independent and does not like being told what to do just because she is a grandmother in her eighties. But then the ultra secret agency The Bridge Club, whose mission is to maintain world peace, was recruiting. How an earth did she prove that she was a worthy candidate? After all, age is just a number!

For just a moment his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped when he saw the enormous outline of her muscular legs. She adopted a classic fighting stance with her legs diagonally apart facing forward and beckoned him with her hand.
Stalk laughed, and a few tears rolled down his chiselled cheeks as he leant on a nearby post for support.
“Oh, come on! I tell you what, I will rough you up a little bit to show you tried and then you won’t get into too much trouble. I appreciate you have your pride…”
She pursed her lips into a straight line and narrowed her eyes. However, after a few seconds, he composed himself and addressed the situation at hand.
“Oh, come on.”
He rolled his eyes in response and grabbed his gun, aiming it at her chest. “This is a farce and I am a busy man.” He released the gun safety, ready to pull the trigger.
Just a second before he pulled the trigger she leapt up, and as she turned in the air, she delivered a kick, forcing the gun from his hand. His mouth opened in shock as his gun clattered onto the deck. She grabbed her cane that she had leant against wall and with its full extension planned to use it as a quarter staff. She swung it low and fast, aiming for his legs, but this time he spotted the action and jumped with ease out of the way before impact. She tried the same move again and he looked as though he aimed to land along the length of the cane. At the last millisecond, she recognised what was going on and retracted her cane just in the nick of time. He laughed.
“So, you want to dance?”
She kept her face neutral and looked into his eyes. “I am not in the mood for clichés. You have two choices: let me take you into custody or we fight!”
In response, he stepped and without warning drove his fist hard and fast in the direction of her face. She reacted a little too late and his fist successfully crunched the side of her jaw as she turned away
Darn it, I was nearly caught out. She touched the side of her face and winced. My first official fight might be my last!
She dropped her head and ran towards his stomach at speed. He laughed as he put his hand on top of her head to stop her progress, but his smile wavered when he realised his footing was failing. He was being pushed backwards towards the deck wall with the sound of his shoes squeaking on the polished wooden floor as he moved.
“No. That is not acceptable.” Stalk shook his head.
In the same breath he stepped to the side, and as she flew past he punched her hard and fast in the stomach. His fist met a wall of thickened hard skin, and he faltered for a moment. He changed his tactics and started to rain punches all over her body at high speed changing the location every time. She remembered her training and managed to evade most of the punches, and the ones that hit their target were greeted with thickened skin. Both their foreheads were now covered in sweat, and tiny pools gathered on the floor where they fought hard. His slick hair style started to unravel, but Angela’s hair remained intact with not a single hair out of place.
“I have better things to do,” Stalk muttered and punched harder.
I just need to get one punch in and then I can finish this, thought Angela.
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Praise for the Book
“Madam Rhino is leading a spate of gender-reversed roles that have women feeling like they are finally getting the fantastical novel role models they deserve. A kind of believable super-charged senior woman – at least in terms of character and emotion – who inspires female fans rather than titillates young males.  Particularly important: finally, we’re getting super-secret agents with the kinds of flaws common in the last decade’s male secret agents. Pick up a copy of Madam Rhino to see what all the talk is about.” ~ Segilola Salami


Friday, July 13, 2018

"The Palm Reader" by Christopher Bowron

The Palm Reader
(A Jackson Walker Thriller Book 2)
by Christopher Bowron

The Palm Reader (A Jackson Walker Thriller Book 2) by Christopher Bowron

The Palm Reader is the second book in the Jackson Walker Thriller series. Author Christopher Bowron stops by today for an interview and to share an excerpt from the book. You can also read my review and enter the giveaway. Also available: Devil in the Grass (read my blog post).

Devil in the Grass by Christopher Bowron

Jackson Walker once again faces his demons in this haunting sequel to Devil in the Grass. Now working as an investigative lawyer for Peter Robertson, Jack teams with Janie Callaghan to solve the disappearance of a sleazy client specializing in taboo pornography. Meanwhile, the evil head of the Church of Satan weaves an intricate web to lure Walker as the sacrificial lamb in an Everglades Black Mass ritual.

Chapter One
A TALL, MUSCLE-BOUND POLICE officer ushered Jackson Walker reluctantly away from his grandfather by putting a forceful hand on the back of his head, the other on one of his bound arms. The McFadden property, now overrun by cops, news crews and forensic teams, no longer seemed creepy. Lit-up, it looked ready for a film shoot—not the house of horrors it had been an hour back, shrouded in darkness with the smell of the Everglades and death all-pervading.  The carnage strewn across the estate would be picked apart, piece by piece, every inch scoured for incriminating evidence until its dark secrets were revealed to all who might have the stomach and desire to know them.
Jack, with the help of his Seminole cousins and a law clerk named Janie Callaghan, heroically brought down the Church of Set, a satanic cult based in Southwest Florida. Its evil leader, Henrietta LePley, along with her henchmen, the McFadden brothers, Eric, Isaac and Jimmy, all found their lives at an end earlier in the evening, and deservedly so. They were evil, hearts rotten to the core, especially the McFaddens, who were killers of a serial nature.
Though Walker would most likely be cleared of the alleged killings of two elderly people a week back in Clewiston, he would first need to be detained. The burly officer ushered him into a police van; the reinforced double-back door slammed shut with a loud clang before the locking mechanism engaged. Sitting across from Jack, to his utter shock, was Mason Matye, a high-ranking leader within the American branch of the Church of Satan. The cops surely made a mistake placing the two in the same vehicle. Matye, like Jack, was one of the few survivors of the haunting events of that evening. Jack felt slightly better seeing the Satanist’s hands were similarly bound with plastic flex cuffs. Their eyes met in the dark van.
“Jackson Walker,” said the man in his thick, Parisian French accent. His coal-black eyes were like lasers searing into the back of Jack’s skull and drying his throat. A wry smile formed on the man’s lips. “You have proven very resourceful.” His eyes were unrelenting. “You made a deal with the Devil, Mr. Walker, about a week back. I know you remember.”
Jack laid into him. “The Devil? Stop with the crap, you satanic fuck. I made no such deal with any Devil: Satan, or Set, or whatever name you want to call him!”
Mason only smiled, the way any Satanist would, his eyes narrowing and his mouth forming a taut smile. “Ah. Perhaps you thought you made a deal with Henrietta. We both serve a higher being—as agents, you might say, Mr. Walker. I hope you will not make the same mistake twice. It’s time to pay up, one way or another. You see, the beauty of being a Devil worshiper . . . it’s expected of you to be dastardly. I take great pleasure in it.” His eyes narrowed as he whispered through pursed lips, “We know where your family lives. We will watch your every move, be it as a free man, or in a prison cell. This isn’t finished.”
Jack studied the man, his eyes not leaving Mason. “Don’t tell me,” Jack said sarcastically, “the Church of Satan has connections within the state prison system?”
“Each and every state, Mr. Walker. Your incarceration will be a perfect hell. If you are lucky enough to make it there.” He lifted his foot to his cuffed wrists, resting it on the detention van’s bench seat. He deftly pulled out a thin blade hidden in the heel of his shoe. With his fingertips he ran the steel edge across the plastic tie and, gritting his teeth, began to cut through the plastic.
Jack couldn’t believe this was happening after all he’d been through that day. “Fucker!” He hurled himself at the vile little Frenchman, catching him in the chin with his shoulder. The force of the blow drove Mason’s head into the wall of the van. The blade clattered to the floor. Both men ended up face to face on their sides trying to capture the blade.
Mason spit at Jack, covering his face with blood and saliva. “Merde! You will die, Walker. Count on it!”
Jack did his best to head-butt the man but didn’t have the leverage with his hands tied, so the effort ended in more of a head rub than a useful smack. Mason scrambled to grab the knife. Jack pushed himself up against the bench and tried to regain his footing. Mason pulled his feet back to his hands and, with a couple of frantic pulls, cut his bonds.
Jack, having only freed his feet, hauled back and kicked Mason’s throat. There was a sickening crack and Jack hoped something gave way. Mason made a horrible gurgle, like a clogged drain being emptied. Jack kicked him again, this time in the face. He felt the man’s nose snap.
Clank. The back doors to the van opened abruptly. Two armed officers jumped into the back, grabbing both of them.
Jack yelled, “The fucker’s got a knife!”
One officer grabbed Jack by the hair, expertly herding him out of the van. Within seconds, and with the aid of a fellow officer, he found himself in the back of the police cruiser. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Matye receiving similar treatment. After that, the night became a blur.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]

Praise for the Book
“… fantastic characters and a truly spellbinding plot - the best book in its genre I have ever read.” ~ Susan Keefe,
“A gripping thriller, which excels in unusual twists and turns, explorations of family heritage and truths, and one man’s ongoing journey as he explores new connections and threats to his life.” ~ Diane Donovan, Midwest Book Review
“Jackson Walker is back in this thrilling, fast-paced sequel to Best Seller - Devil in the Grass ... An edgy, action-packed thriller!" ~ Raymond Khoury, New York Times Best-Selling Author of The Last Templar
“A real delight for the imaginary senses. This is the best book in its genre that I have ever read.” ~ Chick Lit Cafe
“Wow! I absolutely loved this book. Even better than the first, the best-selling Devil in the Grass - could not put it down.” ~ Maxine (Booklover Catlady) - Top Amazon Reviewer
“The setting for Christopher Bowron's The Palm Reader isn't the Florida of blue hair and walkers and early-bird specials and family theme parks - seedy and gritty, The Palm Reader will keep you turning pages long past the time those household chores have grown tired of calling your name.” ~ David Patneaude, author of Fast Backward and other best-selling novels
“A Florida noir in the vein of Randy Wayne White - with a tight plot, well-drawn primary and secondary characters, and a climax most readers won't see coming, The Palm Reader is a most satisfying summer read. One can only hope that the Jackson Walker series continues.” ~ Betsy Ashton, author of Unintended Consequences and Uncharted Territory, Mad Max Mysteries, Eyes Without A Face

My Review
I received this book in return for an honest review.

By Lynda Dickson
The book begins where the previous book finished, but the author provides a summary of events, so it’s not necessary to have read the first book (although, if I were you, I would). The action quickly moves on to five years later, when Jack is now a lawyer working with investigator Janie Callaghan. He’s hired to defend a suspected pedophile, who they believe has been set up by Russian mobsters. Meanwhile, Mason Matye, a high-ranking leader within the American branch of the Church of Satan, is in jail but is looking to escape and exact his revenge on Jack and his whole family. Lolita, a psychic and palm reader, has a premonition that either she or Jack will die, but he doesn’t believe in the paranormal “hocus pocus”, even though his Gramps believes Jack has psychic abilities of his own. With both an old enemy and a new enemy out to get Jack, will the palm reader be able to save him?
As in the previous book, the story is told from multiple points of view, giving us an insight into each character’s motivations. The viewpoints change more and more quickly between characters as the story picks up its pace and approaches its climax. This is certainly an action-packed story. You never know what is going to happen next, no one is safe, and there is a twist about half-way through that I never saw coming.
Not for the faint-hearted.
Warnings: coarse language, sexual references, graphic violence, sex scenes.

Interview with the Author
Christopher Bowron joins me today to discuss his new book, The Palm Reader.
Hello Lynda
For what age group do you recommend your book?
The Palm Reader is not for the faint of heart. It is an adult book. There is some violence and sexy parts. The target age would be late teens and up.
What sparked the idea for this book?
The Palm Reader is the second book in a series. It follows Devil in the Grass, which was a best seller. Devil in the Grass contained a cliff-hanger at the end which led me right into The Palm Reader. In the beginning, both books were “sparked” by my love of South Florida, where I have spent a lot of time since childhood. Driving through the Everglades one day I came up with the idea of a family of psychopaths who use the Everglades to dispose of dead bodies. There is a lot of empty space - literally millions of acres.
So, which comes first? The character's story or the idea for the novel?
Devil in the Grass was more about the idea for the novel. The Palm Reader is more about the main character - Jackson Walker. He has to come to terms with his past - a failed pro athlete - and his ancestry - being a Seminole Indian. His grandfather is a Shaman and Jack has received some of his blood and along with it, his gift of talking with the spirits. Jack doesn’t like this idea. It’s also about a medium (the palm reader) named Lolita, who tries to save Jack from a vision she’s had about him. She has sensed his apathy and his unwillingness to accept his talents.
What was the hardest part to write in this book?
I will be honest, it virtually wrote itself. I guess, the difficult part was creating a sequel, which could be read as a stand-alone. You don’t need to have read Devil in the Grass to get this book. There is some recounting of information, but not too much.
How do you hope this book affects its readers?
Tough question … I hope that they get a feel for Southwest Florida. A continuing theme is about Florida nature and how it is being affected by man. I also hope that people get a feel for and like my writing style, which is very straightforward. I hope that readers jump in and forget about everything else for a few hours.
How long did it take you to write this book?
Roughly three months. I literally started cruising and didn’t stop. The only reason I’m saying this is because Devil in the Grass took me nearly two years. I think that it is noticeable how the different plotlines mesh very seamlessly, as I didn’t need to think back too far to remember anything. I would say that the writing is better because of it.
What is your writing routine?
If I feel inspired, I write for short times at night. I try for 300 words or so then stop. The real writing is usually early in the morning, where I can rattle off a few thousand words. I move all over the house. I’ve written at every table and chair we own. I also like to write on my balcony at night in Florida, looking out at the moon shimmering off the Gulf of Mexico. Perhaps … a glass of wine is often needed.
Sounds idyllic. How did you get your book published?
I was lucky enough to have contacted a Literary Agent who did the first book deal with Koehler Books. I have a new agent - Mary Ellen Gavin from Gavin Literary. She is helping me with a couple of other books, which have been written. They too are very exciting. I did the deal for The Palm Reader with Koehler Books myself, as we already had a standing relationship. I must say, Koehler are a pleasure to deal with. Their editing and cover work is exceptional, and they are nice people.
What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
Hmmm. Finish what you start. 300 words a day, which is easy, will give you a book in less than a year.
No matter how much you pay, get an editor. Mary Ellen, my agent, is an editor and she has been invaluable on the last three books. Nothing ruins a book quicker than bad editing or lack thereof.
There is the debate about whether to self-publish or be published traditionally. I would stick it out and try to get published. If you polish your work well enough, you will get found. Being published gives you much more credibility. There are a lot of authors out there who go to self-publishing after they have been traditionally published, and their fan base is intact. This is something I may decide to do at some time.
Last, it is all about conflict. Whether it’s a love story or a thriller, every page needs to have some degree of conflict, otherwise it’s boring. People need to be taken away from their mundane lives.
What do you like to do when you're not writing?
I’m happily married and have two young adult children, who keep us busy.
I love to saltwater fish, everything from a 15-inch sea trout to a 12-foot hammerhead shark. I’m a sports fanatic. I played semi-pro hockey in my twenties. I still play. I love golf, working out - anything competitive.
I’m also a Real Estate Broker and own my own company in Southern Ontario.
Country music.
What does your family think of your writing?
After they read my first book, they think I’m crazy. Besides that, they are very supportive. I keep telling them that one day I’m going to be famous. They give me funny little looks. Maybe I am crazy.
Did you like reading when you were a child?
Yep, I was a voracious reader when I was younger - at least a book a week. Not so much now, as writing takes up a lot of my time. I read The Lord of the Rings when I was 7-8 years old. I still love Tolkien - he was a story-teller extraordinaire. After reading those books I wanted to do the same. I started to write little short tales. I gave that up after a time, but it was stuck in me. I like to think that above all, I am a good storyteller.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Always. I knew that I would do it one day. I was a History major at University, which required a lot of writing, and I was very good at it and had exceptional marks because of it. I think the logic behind essay writing carried forward into novel writing. Everything needs to make sense. There has to be some logic to a novel, or you will lose your reader.
I tried writing a few books back then, but they never saw completion. I struggled to finish Devil in the Grass, but afterwards thought, “That wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.” It really isn’t if you can write and have a good imagination.
I just finished a true-life adventure story. I found nonfiction to be tough. Lots of interviews and I wasn’t allowed to get off track. I prefer fiction.
Did your childhood experiences influence your writing?
I think so. I was always a dreamer and a thinker. My wife probably hates that the most about me. I can get “disengaged” as she calls it. Really, I’m just thinking about interesting things - ideas for my books, etc. - or just interesting stuff.
I loved to explore as a kid. I could go off for hours walking along a creek bed. We had a cottage in northern Ontario. My parents wouldn’t see me all day.
I was a pretty quiet kid. I liked to watch people and how they interact with each other. Maybe this has carried over into my writing and why I’m also a very good salesman.
Which writers have influenced you the most?
As I already stated, J. R. R.  Tolkien was an influence. I really like Anne Rice. She has a way of making the Paranormal very believable. I think I’ve stolen from her a lot. I like Stephen R. Donaldson and his White Gold series. Some say that I write a lot like Greg Illes with a touch of Stephen King, but this wasn’t by design.
Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?
Mostly from people in my hometown. It has made me into a quasi-celebrity. Also in Fort Myers Beach, where we have a second home. I was out for dinner last night and our dinner guests marveled at how many people came up to me and asked me about my writing and how much they enjoyed my first book.
I don’t get a lot of fan mail, though my blog is getting a lot of traction lately.
What can we look forward to from you in the future?
As I mentioned, I have written two more books, which are being shopped around New York as we speak. One is a true-to-life rescue story about three men who went fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and their boat sunk quickly. They were not able to get out a mayday and had to survive three days floating, deathly afraid of the sharks. There was also a minor hurricane, which blew through. There is a touch of faith in it. The back end of the story is how their wives didn’t give up and spearheaded the rescue. It’s called: Waiting for Morning Time.
The second, which I just loved (but can’t sell yet) is called The Body Thieves. It’s about a military surgeon who goes undercover to try and crack the connection between a big US medical conglomerate and its source of contraband human organs in Central America.
I’m a way into the third book in this series and it’s called The Sawgrass Savannah.
Lastly, though I said I don’t like nonfiction. I’ve been contacted by a man who was a chef for the Queen Mother - after escaping communism. He then emigrated to the US and was a chef for four different presidents. I don’t think I can turn down this story.
No, that sounds really interesting. Thanks for taking the time to stop by today, Chris. Best of luck with your future projects.

About the Author
Christopher Bowron
Christopher Bowron’s roots stretch back four generations in historic Niagara-on-the-Lake, voted the prettiest town in Canada. Christopher is the owner of a successful Real Estate Brokerage, Niagara-on-the-Lake Realty. He has a bachelor of arts from Brock University and is a lover of fine wine, sport. Christopher has a second residence in southwest Florida where he has spent a good part of his life since childhood. Southwest Florida is the backdrop for his first novel, Devil in the Grass, a number one bestseller, published by Köehler Books in March 2016.
Christopher has just finished the sequel to Devil in the Grass, a thriller called The Palm Reader. Jackson Walker returns to find himself in another paranormal mix up as he is now working for Peter Robertson, where he attempts to find a client mixed up in a taboo porn ring, at the same time, Walker is stalked by Mason Matye, head of the Church of Satan. The Palm Reader was published by Koehler Books in June 2018.
Christopher has also just finished a nonfiction book, Waiting for Morning Time, about three men whose boat sank during a fishing expedition in the Gulf of Mexico. They spent 48 hours floating in shark-infested waters off the coast of Venice Florida. His Lit Agent, Mary Ellen Gavin, is currently shopping this title.

Enter the Goodreads giveaway for a chance to win one of two print copies of The Palm Reader by Christopher Bowron (US only; ends 17 July).


Tuesday, July 10, 2018

"Devil in the Grass" by Christopher Bowron

Devil in the Grass
(A Jackson Walker Thriller Book 1)
by Christopher Bowron

Devil in the Grass (A Jackson Walker Thriller Book 1) by Christopher Bowron

Devil in the Grass by Christopher Bowron is currently ON SALE for only $0.99. You can read my review and an excerpt below. You can also read my blog post on the sequel, The Palm Reader.

The Palm Reader by Christopher Bowron

When his pro football career fails, Jackson Walker returns to his home in southwest Florida to sort out his life. He lands an internship with Republican state senator James Hunter, whose Clean Water Bill puts him at odds with influential members of The Brotherhood of Set, a Satanic cult. They have deep roots in Florida, and are led by the sinister Henrietta LePley.
After Walker begins a relationship with a member of the Brotherhood, he is framed for the horrific killing of two elderly people. To clear his name, Jackson turns to his Seminole family to evade the police and a particularly nasty bunch of malevolent characters who specialize in the disposal of dead bodies. The Everglades provides an ancient and frightening setting for the unfolding action that will prove whether Jackson Walker will pull himself free from the dark evil that lurks there.

Chapter 1
JACK THANKED THE STOCKY Seminole woman with a nod as she handed him his coffee in a tin can. She had been sent by his grandfather to look after him while he was in hiding. The can burned the tips of his fingers as he held it gingerly. No coffee cups? He reminded himself this was a hunt camp in the middle of nowhere. He stirred in some sugar and watched the woman as she left through a tattered drape that half-covered the only doorway. The room contained nothing more than a cot, a table, and two chairs. The plank-board floors and walls were a collage of warped paneling and narrow horizontal logs. The room smelled musty, with a slight undertone of rotting wood. The lone window looked out over the grass plain and wetlands of the Big Cyprus Swamp. A rusty piece of bug screen attached to the frame was covered with duct tape. The hot breeze did little to change the oppressive, stifling heat pressing down on Jack’s already sagging shoulders.
Jack took a sip of the strong coffee, careful not to burn his lips on the hot tin. He set the drink down on the table and leaned forward, running his hands through his sweat-drenched hair, his mind churning. He’d become a shell of the man he had once been. Perhaps it was the fact that he was sober, or perhaps it was the reality of his dire situation, that allowed him to lay a finger on the truth for the first time in years. He breathed a heavy sigh. His mother’s death during his senior year in college had hit him harder than he’d been willing to admit. He blamed himself in part, and had a hard time dealing with his guilt. He’d buried his emotions, trying his best to be the strong guy. But then he’d cracked. His fall from grace had been steady, including substance abuse and the demise of his professional football career. He’d allowed himself to slide into despair, to the point where he felt he didn’t know himself anymore.
Jack stared at the ceiling, slowly shaking his head. He remembered idolizing great football players like Joe Montana and John Elway when he was a teenager, trying to emulate the way they played the game. He appreciated their skill, but it was the fearlessness with which they marched onto the field that had mattered to him; they seemed oblivious to the adversities they faced and allowed their abilities to produce great results, unhindered by doubt. Jack worked hard to exhibit many of the same characteristics during his high school football days, and then later at the University of Florida. He’d grown into a person that his teammates looked up to, the one who didn’t back down. He was a gamer.
Jack had fallen a long way from that standard these past few years. He didn’t blame anyone. He’d become soft and apathetic. He’d made a half-assed attempt to clean himself up after hitting what he thought was rock bottom. He realized now that he had never dealt with the root of his problems, he’d only masked the symptoms.
The magnitude of his situation and the possible consequences hit him like a slap to the forehead. He picked up the Naples Daily News, which lay at his feet. It was the third time he’d read the front page since waking an hour earlier. His picture was prominently displayed with the headline beneath it:
A Fort Myers man in his mid-twenties is the subject of a massive manhunt in connection with the slaying of a man and woman in the small town of Clewiston, near Lake Okeechobee Tuesday night. The suspect, Jackson Walker, is described as 6-foot-2, with dark hair and athletic build. He was last seen in LaBelle, east of Fort Myers.
Walker, a local football star, played three years for the University of Florida Gators. Walker was later drafted by the Cincinnati Bengals and played three years in their system. He currently works as an intern for Sen. James Hunter.
Walker is believed to be connected with a local Satanic cult called The Brotherhood of Set, based in South Florida. Not much is known about the cult, or whether it is associated with other Satanic sects within the country.
Details and names of the deceased are being withheld pending further investigation. Anyone with information or knowledge of his whereabouts should call the Lee County Sheriff’s hotline. Walker is considered armed and dangerous.
Jack threw the paper into the far corner of the room. “Fuckin’ hell! . . . Cult leader, armed and dangerous? Come on.” He shook his head. Jack possessed nothing more than the clothes on his back and a little cash in his wallet. Reading the newspaper again infuriated him.
The Naples Daily was a small rag, but by now his story could be on WINK news, maybe even Fox TV, his history dissected and the media hounding anyone closely associated with him. He shook his head once again. This doesn’t look good. He stood up and paced the small room. He was not a devil worshiper, nor was he a cult leader; he needed to prove his accusers wrong.
He’d known that there were risks associated with his involvement with Satanists. He blamed his naiveté for becoming involved with Sarah. It could have happened to any red-blooded American male, and he was paying a massive price for chasing that woman. Now he was accused of murder, facing a long prison sentence, and perhaps the death penalty. He would not turn himself in—not yet. He couldn’t get caught by the Satanists either; that would end badly. He shuddered.
He was stuck in the middle of the largest swamp in the United States, sweating profusely in a small, dismal hut. If he were to give up at this point, he wouldn’t be able to prove his innocence. He owed that much to himself and his family. He needed time to figure things out. Why me? What were his assailants’ motivations? He didn’t think it a coincidence that the whole affair began shortly after he was hired by Senator Hunter. He had been drawn into some sort of conspiracy? To what end? Had he been preyed upon because of his apathetic state? He banged his fist on the table. Most importantly, he needed to become the Jack Walker he had once been. He could feel the fury building in him like he hadn’t experienced in a long time. He would need this emotion to get out of the mess he was in.
Jack paced the room waiting for Janie to arrive. Janie worked for a Naples law firm, and had been hired by his Aunt Rebecca from Atlanta. Jack didn’t think that the situation was going to be resolved with legalities, but for the time being, he was out of options and had to trust his aunt. He lay down on the rusty cot. At least the bedsheets are clean, he thought. Aunt Rebecca took care of everything. The smell of the freshly laundered bedding gave him some comfort. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, thinking about the crazy events of the past few months.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]

Praise for the Book
"Devil in the Grass, by Chris Bowron, is a clever and suspenseful thriller with an intriguing story and variety of unique characters. [...] A great sense of place, with a myriad of plot twists and turns, make this a page-turner which is hard to put down!" ~ Sheila Guenzer
"Devil in the Grass is an intense thriller filled with riveting suspense and chilling characters which quickly capture and a hold a reader's attention from beginning to end." ~ Stacie Theis
"A fast paced book that you can’t put down. I thought this would take me a while to read (from the kindle estimate) - wrong! You somehow know that Jackson is one of the good guys and is an innocent in a very bad situation. The scenarios are well written and the characters very believable. The ending is good and leaves a possible link into another book- please???!!" ~ Misfits farm
"You'll need a strong stomach and the ability to block out visualization to read this book, but it is not only cruelly graphic, it has a wonderfully crafted plot and well-developed characters, a pleasant flowing writing style, good life-like dialogues and a lot of Florida atmosphere." ~ Barbara Tsipouras
"What a pleasant surprise. [...] you really can't put the book down. A roller coaster ride of surprising twists and turns and I will have to read more of Chris Bowron's books. It feels so professionally written I would understand if a major publisher picks up this author. I loved this book." ~ Jack Gold

My Review
I received this book in return for an honest review.

By Lynda Dickson
It all starts the day Jack Walker meets Sarah. She seems to be the perfect woman - apart from the fact that she is a member of a Satanic cult, The Brotherhood of Set. Jack finds himself at the center of a century-old feud and is wrongly accused of killing two people. Could his current predicament have something to do with the fact that he works for Senator James Hunter? Jack sets out to prove his innocence, but he must contend with the cops, Satanists, and the creepy McFadden brothers. Will he make it out alive?
Devil in the Grass is told from multiple points-of-view in the third person. Each narrator lends a unique quality to the story and, while their accounts overlap, there is no repetition. This is a clever technique used to reveal the motivations of all of the different parties involved. The author skillfully uses the Florida Everglades setting as a character in its own right; you can practically feel the “no-see-ums” biting. While this story is complete, the author leaves it open for a sequel. I read an ARC with a number of editing errors which have hopefully been corrected in the final version.
This is a tale of intrigue, sex, and politics, with a bit of witchcraft thrown in for good measure. Sure to hold your attention until the last page.
Warnings: coarse language, sex scenes, graphic violence.

About the Author
Christopher Bowron
Christopher Bowron’s roots stretch back four generations in historic Niagara-on-the-Lake, voted the prettiest town in Canada. Christopher is the owner of a successful Real Estate Brokerage, Niagara-on-the-Lake Realty. He has a bachelor of arts from Brock University and is a lover of fine wine, sport. Christopher has a second residence in southwest Florida where he has spent a good part of his life since childhood. Southwest Florida is the backdrop for his first novel, Devil in the Grass, a number one bestseller, published by Köehler Books in March 2016.
Christopher has just finished the sequel to Devil in the Grass, a thriller called The Palm Reader. Jackson Walker returns to find himself in another paranormal mix up as he is now working for Peter Robertson, where he attempts to find a client mixed up in a taboo porn ring, at the same time, Walker is stalked by Mason Matye, head of the Church of Satan. The Palm Reader was published by Koehler Books in June 2018.
Christopher has also just finished a non-fiction book, Waiting For Morning Time, about three men whose boat sank during a fishing expedition in the Gulf of Mexico. They spent 48 hours floating in shark-infested waters off the coast of Venice Florida. His Lit Agent, Mary Ellen Gavin, is currently shopping this title.