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Sophie Danner Thrillers #2
All The Devils Are Here: A Twisty Serial Killer Crime Thriller
“With its razor-sharp writing, unpredictable twists, and a conclusion that will leave you breathless, All the Devils Are Here is everything a thriller should be…highly recommended for fans of dark, twisty thrillers that challenge the mind while delivering non-stop suspense.” - Amazon Reader Review
Since the age of ten, March Franklin has been orphaned, alone, and on the run from his own disturbing ability - to feel and experience the deepest emotions and memories of the darkest souls among us. But when his grip on sanity is strained by one malevolent criminal, March commits a gruesome act, forcing himself into a dangerous new life direction and the cross-country pursuit of a narcissistic sociopath unlike anyone he’s ever experienced.
Sophie Danner barely made it out alive. Ten years after her horrifying ordeal at the hands of a violent pedophile, she’s recovered from her trauma by helping other survivors do the same. But a flurry of murderous attacks confirms her fears that an evil player from her painful past has returned…and his delusional plans include her. With her best friend’s life in the balance, Sophie must trust a mysterious drifter to help her track down a psychopath and stop his killing spree…before he loses his tenuous grip on reality.
The Sophie Danner Thriller
BOOK ONE - Ghosts of Royston
BOOK TWO - All The Devils Are Here
BOOK THREE - Deepest, Darkest
SNEAK
A few grunts and a few seconds later, Jabe emerged, leaning forward with effort as he dragged Elijah out of the house feet-first. Elijah’s form bumped and snagged as Jabe drug him over the threshold and down the three steps, his head thunking on each one. A vicious, bleeding cut on his right eye was already starting to swell.
As Jabe proceeded toward the BMW, March steeled himself and stepped up onto the porch, the gun raised with a clear line of sight to Jabe’s broad back.
“Stop,” March called out, surprising himself with the ring of authority in his voice.
Jabe stopped, then turned slightly, peering at March from the corner of his eye with no indication of surprise whatsoever. “Ahhh,” he said. “You.” Then he actually smiled. “One moment.”
He continued dragging Elijah the remaining twenty feet to the SUV.
“I said stop!” March’s voice had lost a bit of its former edge.
“I heard you.” Jabe dropped Elijah’s feet and opened the lift gate of the BMW. He then stooped down and deadlifted Elijah from the ground like he weighed nothing.
“I said stop, goddammit! Put him down! I will @#$%ing shoot you!” But now March didn’t even believe himself.
What the @#$%?! People are supposed to stop when you point a gun at them!
That sinking and now familiar feeling of being in over his head started creeping up from within his gut. He had hardly ever even held a gun. Now he was pointing one at a psychopath who had just killed an old woman and a police officer in the same night, out here in the woods in the middle of Bum@#$%, Nowhere.
Jabe continued without pause, dumping Elijah’s limp body into the cargo area with a thump. He then casually removed a fob from his pocket, looked at March, then pressed a button. Beep. Beep. Beep. The automatic gate slowly closed itself on its new cargo.
Jabe took two slow steps toward March, a curious expression on his face. “I had a feeling we would meet tonight. It is about time.
Since the age of ten, March Franklin has been orphaned, alone, and on the run from his own disturbing ability - to feel and experience the deepest emotions and memories of the darkest souls among us. But when his grip on sanity is strained by one malevolent criminal, March commits a gruesome act, forcing himself into a dangerous new life direction and the cross-country pursuit of a narcissistic sociopath unlike anyone he’s ever experienced.
Sophie Danner barely made it out alive. Ten years after her horrifying ordeal at the hands of a violent pedophile, she’s recovered from her trauma by helping other survivors do the same. But a flurry of murderous attacks confirms her fears that an evil player from her painful past has returned…and his delusional plans include her. With her best friend’s life in the balance, Sophie must trust a mysterious drifter to help her track down a psychopath and stop his killing spree…before he loses his tenuous grip on reality.
The Sophie Danner Thriller
BOOK ONE - Ghosts of Royston
BOOK TWO - All The Devils Are Here
BOOK THREE - Deepest, Darkest
SNEAK
A few grunts and a few seconds later, Jabe emerged, leaning forward with effort as he dragged Elijah out of the house feet-first. Elijah’s form bumped and snagged as Jabe drug him over the threshold and down the three steps, his head thunking on each one. A vicious, bleeding cut on his right eye was already starting to swell.
As Jabe proceeded toward the BMW, March steeled himself and stepped up onto the porch, the gun raised with a clear line of sight to Jabe’s broad back.
“Stop,” March called out, surprising himself with the ring of authority in his voice.
Jabe stopped, then turned slightly, peering at March from the corner of his eye with no indication of surprise whatsoever. “Ahhh,” he said. “You.” Then he actually smiled. “One moment.”
He continued dragging Elijah the remaining twenty feet to the SUV.
“I said stop!” March’s voice had lost a bit of its former edge.
“I heard you.” Jabe dropped Elijah’s feet and opened the lift gate of the BMW. He then stooped down and deadlifted Elijah from the ground like he weighed nothing.
“I said stop, goddammit! Put him down! I will @#$%ing shoot you!” But now March didn’t even believe himself.
What the @#$%?! People are supposed to stop when you point a gun at them!
That sinking and now familiar feeling of being in over his head started creeping up from within his gut. He had hardly ever even held a gun. Now he was pointing one at a psychopath who had just killed an old woman and a police officer in the same night, out here in the woods in the middle of Bum@#$%, Nowhere.
Jabe continued without pause, dumping Elijah’s limp body into the cargo area with a thump. He then casually removed a fob from his pocket, looked at March, then pressed a button. Beep. Beep. Beep. The automatic gate slowly closed itself on its new cargo.
Jabe took two slow steps toward March, a curious expression on his face. “I had a feeling we would meet tonight. It is about time.
310 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 21, 2024
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About the author
Eric G. Dove
3 books16 followersEric has lived a unique life of numerous careers. From a sign maker to a set designer, then a singer/guitarist/songwriter (he had SO much hair in the 90's), then banging around Nashville, playing showcases with his band and writing songs for three different publishers resulting in oh-so-close-to a record deal. On the long drives from Ohio to Nashville, audiobooks kept him from careening off I-65 and into a ravine. With his vocal background, he soon took the plunge into audiobook narrating, resulting in 2 years of struggle followed by a 12-year and 500-audiobook career, with many awards and nominations. In the midst of all this, Eric fell in love with three things - writing his own stories, racing sailboats, and Loren. After several moves toward bigger water, he now lives full time aboard a 48' catamaran in the Caribbean (NOT as glamorous as it sounds) along with his beautiful and patient wife, Loren, and his rambunctious son, Rivers Danger, while continuing to write fictin AND co-produce, with Loren, the popular YouTube sailing channel, "SailAway". With a partial return to land imminent (5 years full time on a boat is quite challenging), his primary focus has returned to writing. With Book 4 of the Sophie Danner series coming soon and the brand new series already in the works, Eric has a busy year ahead. We hope you'll all join us for the ride!
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