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Plus a bonus horror short-story:
“Johnny & Devlin Forever: Terror in the Piney Woods”
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Two
men. One woman. A blistering love triangle that turns deadly at...
PARADOX FALLS
Meet Jake, David, and Ashley. They’re
all good-looking and 30-something. They live in Colorado. They’re lifelong
friends.
They’ve hiked the mountain trail to
Paradox Falls regularly since they were teenagers.
David and Ashley are married...and
wealthy.
Jake is married, as well...to Brenda. Jake
is not nearly as wealthy as David and Ashley. Jake’s a struggling writer and
part-time bar tender in Denver. He may or may not be in love with his wife.
Jake and Ashley had once been lovers.
They were each other’s first love, in fact. But that was back in high school.
Even so, their flame has never totally died.
That becomes obvious on the trail to
Paradox Falls, when petty jealousies, old resentments, carnal passions and
slow-burning insecurities...as well as a beautiful blond hiker named Jasmine
and an old cowboy named Jerry who’s hunting a killer wielding a crossbow...churn
into a lethal concoction resulting in crushed dreams and bloody murder...
***BEWARE: VIOLENCE, EXPLICIT SEX,
STRONG LANGUAGE***
After
the second girl had been cut down in the water...
An eerie silence had descended over the
lake.
Footsteps
sounded—the crunching of brush and gravel, the dull thuds of boot heels. They
were growing gradually louder.
There
were also the unmistakable metallic clicks of a shotgun being reloaded.
“Dave?”
Jake said, realizing he’d only whispered it. “Dave?” he said again, raising his
voice.
The
footsteps continued to grow louder—a steady, purposeful rhythm, like a
metronome. The plastic shells were being thumbed into the shotgun.
“Dave!”
Jake shouted, his voice trembling along with the rest of him. “What the...what
the fuck is going on?”
The
footsteps grew louder.
Faintly,
Jake saw a shadow move in the darkness maybe fifty, sixty yards beyond him.
There
was an almost girlish, snickering laugh.
Then
Dave’s voice rose in a bellowing shout so berserk that it could have been the
voice of the devil himself: “Bloody MUR-DERRRRRRR!”
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