Humans
and Vampires unite in a holy war against an ancient alien menace.
Independence
Day meets Underworld.
Hero
Dominion
First Blood Book 1
by
Richard Mann
Genre:
SciFi, Apocalyptic Fantasy
Lost
in the desert our modern-day hero SAS Captain "Bullet Proof
Pete" has strange visions of a priest and an ancient book of
prophecy, and a sword of unspeakable power. The Archangel Michael
appears when all seems lost and tells him his destiny and his ancient
name.
His
visions continue, a dark cave, something diabolical within, a
blackened sky and an ancient race of aliens invade Earth in a
monstrous ship. A woman of strange beauty appears in his dreams
trying to contact him.
A
brilliant archaeologist makes a shocking discovery in modern Iraq.
The
magnetic Lucia and Count Cassian - vampires since the dawn of
civilisation meet with the US President to persuade him of the
impending threat. They also seek the ancient Hero contained in the
book of prophecy.
In
a frantic race against time our hero goes to New York to find out
aboutthe alien agenda, but surrounded by alien forces he is saved at
the last minute by two mysterious vampires.
Former
enemies, both human and vampire, must become friends. But can
humankind learn to set aside their petty conflicts and unite in a
common cause?
Issues
of race, religion and class are now irrelevant in a fight against a
common and vicious enemy - determined to conquer earth and enslave
its people. And one human holds the key - Caius.
“I
wanted to write something that plays out in the imaginations of
readers like a movie,” explains the author. “At its core it’s
fiction, but the novel also asks some much deeper questions about
race, religion and the basic survival of humankind. I believe readers
will turn the last page with plenty to think about.”
Continuing,
“There’s lots for everyone – including hardboiled hallmarks of
sci-fi and fantasy for those who like a solid read, as well as lots
of technical descriptions and some rather advanced weaponry, for
readers who have a taste for the unconventional!”
Our
modern-day hero SAS Captain "Bullet Proof Pete" and East
End gangster Vinnie find themselves in Los Angeles and discover the
shocking truth about the alien agenda.
His
waking visions continue - ancient battles by the Nile and a family in
ancient Rome.
Lucia
and Count Cassian - vampires since the dawn of civilisation finally
meet the ancient Hero contained in the book of prophecy, "Bullet
Proof Pete" aka Caius. Together they battle the aliens in a
cruel guerilla war, but Peter soon finds himself torn between his
wife Jennifer and the magnetic and sexy Lucia.
But
Why is she familiar - is this the woman in his visions?
At
last they discover critical information about the aliens and their
monstrous ships as a counteroffensive begins, but then Lucia tells
Peter Jennifer has been taken. But where is she and what is the
connection between Jennifer and Lucia?
Meanwhile
on the alien mothership a secret conspiracy is uncovered and
something diabolical is released to Earth.
Our
hero has a waking dream of a dark cave, with something terrible
inside and is gripped by terror. He now realises that there are
forces of darkness and light at work on both sides of the conflict.
Can he fight his own battles and become the warrior everyone expects
him to be?
The
US President stands alone - all seems lost. But then our hero turns
up with important new information and physic Lucia informs them of a
shocking revelation that changes everything. In a frantic race
against time former enemies, both human and vampire, must become
friends.
But
can humankind learn to set aside their petty conflicts and unite in a
common cause?
Issues
of race, religion and class are now irrelevant in a fight against a
common and vicious enemy - determined to conquer earth and enslave
its people. And one human, and his supernatural sword, holds the key
- Caius.
Lucia
and Count Cassian - vampires since the dawn of civilisation team up
with the ancient hero contained in the book of prophecy.
The
nightmares of our hero, SAS Captain "Bullet Proof Pete"
become a reality when he must face his ultimate challenge - only then
will he become the warrior he is destined to be.
The
leader of the alien cult shock troops steals the ancient book of
knowledge so he can gain occult power over mankind and their ancient
enemy the nightcrawler vampires. But it contains a secret that could
change everything.
Peter,
now Caius the demi-god and his lifelong friend Vinnie, are desperate
for information about the whereabouts of their kidnapped wives, but
then a befriended alien clone reveals vital information, raising
their hopes.
The
traitor US general is now beginning to regret his allegiance to the
alien cause as the mothership retreats to a safe distance - He aligns
himself with the alien cult leader as they make plans of their own.
Caius
and his team prepare for the final assault. Will he find his wife
Jennifer and will he find out what he has suspected all along about
Lucia the femme fatale vampire and his wife?
In
a nail-biting climax all will be revealed.
This
Sci-Fi Thriller will grab you by the scruff of the neck and take you
on a roller coaster ride...sometimes horrific, sometimes comic,
always gripping - It will keep you guessing right until the climatic
finale.
Richard
Mann grew up in being an avid reader of books, even from an early age
he loved the literary giants Tolkien, Michael Moorcock, Frank Herbert
and Douglas Adams. He is also a big fan of Bernard Cornwell, the
historical novelist and Frederic Forsyth, the great thriller writer.
(Hint: If you love these authors you will love Richard’s books). He
started writing at 16 but the dream faded until a few years ago when
he started writing again. During his twenties he studied business
studies and accountancy. During this time he also studied Shaolin and
Wing Chun Kung Fu and even starting a school with a friend. He has
worked as an accountant, Software developer in the City of London for
banks and insurance companies, and is now an author.
HERO-
Dominion First Blood is his first book. His mercurial book is action
packed, fast paced, and guaranteed to keep the reader turning pages
to the end. This wholly original book falls within the thriller,
fantasy horror, and sci-fi genres. It combines incredible action,
hair-raising scares and big laughs. It will shock the reader into
thinking about his own place in the world. Warning: This book may
keep the reader up all night!
Richard
is a fellow Member of the Association of Accounting Technicians,
Member of the Institute of Analysts and Programmers and a Member of
the British Computer Society. He is 57, married to Brenda, has two
sons and lives in Berkshire.
The
best way to keep up with his latest news is to sign up for his
newsletter.
Selected Tales of Suspense containing 5 short stories and a novella
“Joan Hall Hovey knows suspense. She keeps it simmering in every scene she writes and knows just the right moments to turn up the heat. She also knows character creating richly layered people to populate her stories, sometimes with no more than a single sentence stocked with perfectly chosen description words or phrases... terrific suspense ."James Hankins, author of Brothers and Bones
“Taut plotting, great characters, and chilling suspense. Abook you can’t put down, exhibits a master’s touch. Alfred Hitchcock would be smiling. - Book Pleasures Review, Steve Moore
Excerpt One:
From "A Long Dark Road"
The Old Post Road was long, a narrow tunnel hemmed in by dark woods, and seemed even longer tonight. Most drivers used the new main highway now. She passed only a couple of cars along the way. Lulled by the rhythm of the wipers blended with the music, and the hum of the wheels on rough pavement, Elsie's heart leaped when the car dropped suddenly with a bone-jarring thump that reverberated through her body, followed by a jerky vibrating ride as the car took her further down the road. Whump! whump! whump! She eased off on the gas and brought the car to a crawling stop on the shoulder. Sat unmoving until her heartbeat settled down. Oh, no, please not here. But it was here; in the dark and the cold, and the rain.
I've always been drawn to the dark side of our human psyche, and devoured everything from Edgar Allan Poe to Shirley Jackson growing up and later Ruth Rendell and Stephen King and so many more wonderful writers than I could list here. It was my dream to become a published writer for as long as I can remember, and have written eight novels. My latest book is ‘A Long Dark Road’. My love of reading seemed to go hand-in-hand with the writing.
I grew up in Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada's oldest incorporated city, situated on the Bay of Fundy. I married young and had four incredible children, three boys and a girl. My eldest son passed away in 2018, of ALS, which was the moment I knew I was in control of nothing. Nothing at all. And how it feels to have your heart shredded, slowly. But still, we must be grateful for what we have.
When the children were still small we moved to Gondola Point, where we lived in a modest home my husband built, overlooking the Kennebecasis River. Lots of lovely tall pine trees and bird song. It was country then, but no more. We lived there happily with various beloved pets over the years. People often remarked that the view must be inspiring, and it was, but the truth is when I was at my computer, my back was to the river, my head already filled with characters and scenes as I lived in a world of the imagination.
My husband is gone now, my children grown with children of their own and I moved back to the city to escape the loneliness. I live in a pleasant apartment in a historical part of the city with my sweet calico cat, Bella. From my window, I can see a beautiful old church with the steeple jutting into the sky, and a clock that competes with the moon. It is Sunday morning and the church bells are ringing as I type this.
FIVE STARS!"Whew,
what an incredible 'couldn't put down' experience!" -Kings River
Life Magazine
FIVE
STARS!"Murder
Under a Western Moonis
a great foray into historical mysteries and serves as another
charming, humorous, and well-written installment of the series."
-Readers' Favorite
Mona
Moon and her new husband, Robert Farley, Duke of Brynelleth are about
to board an ocean liner to Merry Old England for their honeymoon when
Mona receives an urgent telegram from Rupert Hunt, her eyes and ears
in the Moon copper mines.
POTENTIAL RIOT AT MONTANA
MINE STOP DEAD
MINER STOPPOSSIBLE
MURDER STOP COME
AT ONCE STOPRUPERT
HUNT
Since the copper mines are the financial backbone of Moon
Enterprises, Mona has no choice but to drop her plans and travel to
Montana on the next train. She and Robert descend into a world of
seething resentments, bitter accusations against Moon Enterprises,
and bad decisions that pose a threat to Mona's world. She travels
incognito to search out the truth of Rupert's allegations against the
mining management. She must decide if Rupert is trying to prevent an
innocent man from being hung for murder or if he is part of a
grandiose plot against her. After all, Mona had been kidnapped by
Rupert while searching for the Swift silver mine a year ago. Rupert
is a scoundrel, but Mona hired him to be herscoundrel.
Is this another of Rupert's games? Regardless of the threat, Mona
must get to the bottom of it. Thank goodness Robert is by her side .
. . or could Robert have his own agenda?
**Recently
selected as one of the Barnes
and Noble top 5 picks!!**
Top
10 mystery reads by Kings River Life Magazine!
Mona
Moon is not your typical young lady. She is a cartographer by trade,
explorer by nature, and adventurer by heart. But there’s a problem.
Miss Mona is broke. It’s during the Depression, and National
Geographic has just turned down her application to join an expedition
to the Amazon. What’s she to do? Perhaps get a job as a department
store salesgirl. Anything to tide her over until a next
assignment.
There’s a knock on the door. Who could this be
in the middle of the night? Holding a revolver, Mona reluctantly
opens her door to a man wearing a Homburg hat and holding a
briefcase. “I bring glad tidings. Your Uncle Manfred Moon has died
and left you as his heir to the Moon fortune. You are now one of the
richest women in the country!” he says. Mona’s response is to
point her revolver in his face. If the stranger is telling the truth,
she will apologize. If he is a fraud, she will shoot him. That’s
how Mona does things in 1933.
Mona Moon picked up her dusty knapsack and battered valise, making her way down the ship’s ramp where the dock bristled with baggage porters, dock workers, cabbies, newspaper reporters, police, hustlers, and families welcoming loved-ones home with flowers and kisses. There were no kisses and flowers for Mona. No loved-ones, tiptoeing and stretching their necks on the dock, searched for her. Mona was alone.
She hurried through customs, anxious to be off before all the cabs were snatched up. It was after midnight, and the last thing Mona wanted was to be stranded on a lonely pier.
Luckily, Mona was able to hail a taxi and gave her address. “Chinatown,” she muttered, sick with exhaustion. She had spent five months in Mesopotamia mapping the river systems emanating from the Zagros Mountains. Worn and thin from months of privation, Mona was ready for a hot bath, a clean bed, and a hot meal. Any kind of food would suffice. Then she wanted to hibernate in a deep sleep for several days.
It had been an arduous expedition fraught with danger. It was good that Mona always kept her pistol handy. It had saved her on many occasions, too many for her taste.
The cab screeched to a halt at Mona’s address, and sleepy driver let her out. He didn’t bother to help her with the luggage as he disapproved of women wearing trousers instead of dresses.
Mona showed her disapproval of the cabby’s distain by withholding a tip. She briskly strode through building’s door and was out of earshot as the driver sneered, “This ain’t no jitney, lady . . . oh, excuse me, you must be a sir, but who could tell?”
She climbed some rickety stairs leading to her little one-room apartment, and unlocking the door, stumbled into her tiny efficiency, sighing with relief. Her room was as she left it with the exception of a stack of mail on a table, which acted as both desk and dining area, accompanied by one chair, one bookcase, and one single bed neatly made.
Mr. Zhang had come through for her, collecting her mail and dutifully saving it, even though she owed him back rent.
Mona set her luggage by the door and dove into the letters. She was expecting a letter from the National Geographic Society, inviting her on their Amazon expedition accompanied by a fat check.
She quickly perused the stack of letters, mostly bills, until she found one with the return address of the National Geographic Society. Tearing the envelope open quickly, Mona read:
Dear Miss Moon,
Thank you for application to join the Amazon expedition, which the National Geographic Society is funding some months from now. Even though your credentials and experience are quite impressive, we feel the Amazon expedition is not suitable for a woman, even for one as yourself with such superior attributes.
Please feel free to apply for another expedition where the day-to-day exertions would be less taxing for one of the fairer sex.
Best Regards,
Winston Banks
Mona let the letter fall to the floor. She was in deep trouble. Without the income from the Amazon expedition, Mona was in a financial crisis. She had three hundred dollars in her pocket out of which she had to pay back rent, buy food, and support herself until the next assignment materialized. Even though three hundred dollars was a princely sum during the Depression, it would not last long unless she could obtain another source of income between gigs in her field. Tomorrow, she would start looking in the paper for a job. Even a shopgirl’s position sounded good at the moment. Times were hard, and one had to do what one had to do to survive.
A sharp knock on the door broke Mona’s train of thought. Startled, she glanced at her wristwatch. It was close to two in the morning. She grabbed the revolver from her purse. “Who is it?”
A man’s voice filtered through the flimsy wood door. “Am I speaking to Madeline Mona Moon?”
“Who wants to know?”
My name is Dexter Turner. I’m a lawyer from Turner, Combs, and Sharp. I represent your Uncle Manfred Michael Moon’s estate.”
Throwing open the door, Mona pointed the revolver squarely at the man’s forehead. “What do you want, Mr. Turner from Turner, Combs, and Sharp?”
Mr. Turner’s eyes grew large as saucers, but he tried to quiet the quiver in his voice. He was a respectable man and was not used to having women point guns at him. “I have important business to discuss with you.”
“At two in the morning?”
“I am sorry but I have waited a week for you to come home from your journey, and I’m afraid time is of the essence. I was at the dock earlier and called out your name. Did you not hear?”
“Oh, was that you? I thought it might be a bill collector.”
“Miss Moon, may I come in? I don’t think we should be discussing our business in a public hallway.”
“Drop the briefcase, turn around, and put your hands up against the wall.”
Mr. Turner protested, “This is outrageous!”
Flicking the revolver at him, Mona ordered, “Do it, Bub, or else.”
Seeing he had no choice, Mr. Turner put down his briefcase, turned, and put his hands high above his head against the wall.
Mona expertly patted down Mr. Turner’s navy pinstriped double-breasted suit, paying special attention to any pockets and even ran her hand up the inseam of his trousers, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from the prim attorney. She took out his wallet and went through it, finding five hundred dollars in small bills, a driver’s license, and a worn snapshot of a woman with two children, supposedly his family, plus New York restaurant receipts and a railroad ticket stub. Finding no weapons, she went through his leather case.
Mr. Turner started to turn, but Mona barked, “Stay as you are.”
Seeing nothing suspicious, Mona put the gun in her pant’s pocket. “Okay, you can come in. I’m sorry, Mr. Turner, but a lady can’t be too careful when a stranger knocks on her door in the middle of the night. Understand?”
Mr. Turner stumbled inside and eased onto the apartment’s one chair. “May I have a glass of water? I’m not used to this kind of treatment, especially when I bring glad tidings.”
Curious, Mona was silent as she let the washbasin faucet run until the rusty-looking water turned clean before she filled a chipped glass and handed it to Mr. Turner.
He looked askance at the glass, but took several sips. “That’s better. Just give me a moment to compose myself.” The lawyer took several deep breaths.
Mona sat quietly on her bed, watching Mr. Turner and wondering what his business had to do with her. He had stated he was bringing glad tidings. She could use some good news, and patiently waited for Mr. Turner to speak.
Mr. Turner wiped his forehead with his linen monogrammed handkerchief before opening his briefcase and laying papers on the table. Clearing his throat, Mr. Turner straightened the knot in his tie and spoke in a loud firm voice, “Miss Moon, I’m here to inform you that your uncle, Manfred Michael Moon died two weeks ago. In accordance with his wishes and Last Will and Testament, Mr. Moon has bequeathed to you his property, all real and liquid assets to be distributed immediately upon his death.”
Looking up from his papers, Mr. Turner said, “Miss Moon, did you hear me? You are a very wealthy young lady. All you need to do is sign these papers and all will be yours. There are only a few stipulations. One is you must take up residence at Moon Manor, the family residence, immediately and use it as your permanent domicile. All property, real and liquid, must stay within the bloodline of the Moon family upon the event of your demise, which excludes any husband you might acquire along the way, and any offspring of yours must maintain the Moon moniker as their surname.”
Mr. Turner peered over his papers. “You don’t have any husbands tucked away somewhere, do you?”
“I’ve never married.”
“Betrothed?”
“Been too busy making a living to have time for romance.”
“Any entanglements I should know about?”
“Look around. I don’t even have a plant.”
The lawyer seemed relieved. “At least, we don’t have any inconvenient domestic details to muddy the waters.”
“You say I’m wealthy. How much money are we talking about, Mr. Turner?”
“I don’t have the exact figures with me, but you will never have to work another day in your life, and your inheritance comes to you debt free. Mr. Moon was very frugal, but scrupulous about paying his bills. I wish all my clients were like him. Mr. Moon left his affairs as tidy as one could hope for in a patron.”
Mona was taken back by this information. “Why would my uncle leave me the Moon fortune when my father was disowned by the family because of his marriage to my mother?”
Mr. Turner winced. “I was hoping that unhappy bit of history would not raise its ugly head.”
“How could it not?”
“You’re quite right. I do not know why he gave all the Moon fortune to you alone. There are some bequests for his sister, your Aunt Melanie and her children, but the rest is yours. All you need to do is sign these papers.” He retrieved a Parker Duofold fountain pen from his coat pocket and held it out to her.
Skeptical, Mona said, “I’m not sure.”
“Miss Moon, I don’t understand your reluctance. I assure you this inheritance is above-board. Don’t you want to be wealthy, and get out of this rabbit warren of an apartment building?” Mr. Turner looked about the shabby room.
“I can’t forget how my father lost his inheritance, and the curt brush-off my mother got from the Moon family when Father died.”
“That is not entirely correct, Miss Moon. I know for a fact your uncle underwrote your education.”
“My father’s annuity from his maternal grandmother paid for my education.”
“No, Miss Moon. Your uncle paid for your college education. I would know because I wrote the checks myself.”
“How could my mother not have told me?”
“She was sworn to secrecy by your uncle. He wanted to undo the enmity between your father and the Moon family, but had to wait until Moon senior had died to make amends. Unfortunately by that time, your father had passed on as well.”
“Yet my uncle was content to have my mother live a life of toil when he could have easily summoned us both back to Moon Manor.”
“That would not have been possible, Miss Moon. Even you can see that. It would have put the Moon family in a very awkward situation socially. Of course, society is not as strict now as it was thirty years ago.”
“It isn’t now?”
All the principal characters involved in your parents’ scandal are now deceased, except for your aunt. Being a mid-life child, she was very young at the time of your parents’ marriage, and not really connected to your father since he was so much older.”
“Why didn’t Uncle Michael leave her the Moon fortune?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“Ah, come on, Mr. Turner. You’re among friends.”
Forgetting discretion, Mr. Turner leaned forward and whispered, “He couldn’t stand her––his own sister. Very bad business there.”
“But why me? It doesn’t make sense.”
“Mr. Moon kept watch on you over the years. He was pleased that you graduated from college with honors and of your exploits as a cartographer and explorer. He was proud, Miss Moon. Very proud. I think he wanted to right all the wrongs done to you and your mother.”
“I don’t know. The whole thing sounds fishy.”
“Miss Moon, I’m very tired. I will leave the papers with you to peruse. If you sign the papers, you will become one of the richest young women in the country. Think of what you could do. You could underwrite your own expeditions. And there is a loophole. If for some reason you wish to relinquish your position as head of the Moon fortune after presiding at Moon Manor, you may turn over the responsibility to your aunt and live on a stipend provided in the will.”
“I see.”
“Please sign, Miss Moon. I wish to go to my hotel and sleep. It is way past my usual bedtime, and I’m exhausted as you must be as well, but if you insist, I will call tomorrow expecting your answer.” Mr. Turner rose, gathering his brief case.
Mona glanced around the pathetic efficiency. She had worked her fingers to the bone since graduating college, gaining respect and accolades for her work, but this is as far as she had gotten in life––a run-down apartment, scraping for every dime, and now no immediate employment due to some outdated prejudice of a Winston Banks because of her gender. The idea that she might have money to finance her own expeditions was intriguing, and there was that clause to release her from any obligation if Moon Manor turned out to be a bust. “Just a minute, Mr. Turner. You’re right. I have nothing to lose, but everything to gain. May I borrow your pen?”
“Assuredly, Miss Moon,” Mr. Turner answered, handing over the fountain pen. “You won’t regret this.”
“I’d better not, Mr. Turner, or you’ll be the first person on my list.”
“List?”
“I think you know what I mean.”
Mr. Turner did indeed. After all, Mr. Turner was from Kentucky where folks still settled grievances with a gun. He had been hoping Miss Moon was of a different temperament, but apparently the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree, so to speak.
Award-winning
author Abigail Keam writes the Mona Moon Mystery Series—a
rags-to-riches 1930s mystery series, which includes real people and
events into the story line. “I am a student of history and love to
insert historical information into my mysteries. There is an addendum
at the end of the mystery to give more information. My goal is to
entertain my readers, but if they learn a little something along the
way—well, then we are both happy.”
Miss
Abigail currently lives on the Palisades bordering the Kentucky River
in a metal house with her husband and various critters.
AWARDS
2010
Gold Medal Award from Readers' Favorite for Death By A HoneyBee
2011
Gold Medal Award from Readers' Favorite for Death By Drowning
2011
USA BOOK NEWS-Best Books List of 2011 as a Finalist for Death By
Drowning
2011 USA BOOK NEWS-Best Books List of 2011 as a Finalist
for Death By A HoneyBee
2017 Finalist from Readers' Favorite for
Death By Design
2019 Honorable Mention from Readers' Favorite for
Death By Stalking
2019 Murder Under A Blue Moon voted top ten
mystery reads by Kings River Life Magazine
2020 Finalist from
Readers' Favorite for Murder Under A Blue Moon
2020 Imadjinn Award
for Best Mystery for Death By Stalking 2022 Finalist in Killer
Nashville Silver Falchion Finalist for Best Historical Category -
Murder Under A Full Moon
2022 Finalist the Killer Nashville Silver
Falchion Award for Best Historical Category - Murder Under A New
Moon
2022 Death By Chance: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery Killer
Nashville Silver Falchion Finalist for Best Cozy Mystery
2022 Top
Ten Mystery Novel by Kings River Life Magazine for Murder Under A
Bridal Moon: A 1930s Mona Moon Mystery
2022 Top Ten Mystery Novel
by Kings River Life Magazine for Murder Under A British Moon: A 1930s
Mona Moon Mystery
Publication date: October 17th 2023 Genres: Adult, Romance, Supernatural, Thriller
Dedicated to: those who have been abducted, trafficked, abused, and murdered; the families who have lost someone; and the sheepdogs who fight to save them. May your souls find peace.
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There is a sinister evil hidden in the shadows. Some do not know of its existence yet others are haunted by it every waking moment and every sleepless night.
The legends say that it arrives quiet like the wind, lurking in the shadows as the darkness sets upon the earth each night. It leaches into towns through the smallest of cracks and festers, growing like a fungus that makes everything rot in its path.
A sudden opportunity to flee presents itself to Paisley. Something within her commands her to run. As if guided by the hand of God, she finds shelter in the town of Biernhard and through a man named Grayson.
As Paisley begins to come to grips with her past and embrace a new life for herself, the shadows creep back into her life and the town she calls home. Will this darkness conquer Biernhard and claim Paisley once again, or does the town have its own fortitude against the darkness that it is rumored to have battled and defeated many generations before?
Martha Sweeney is a BESTSELLING author who writes in a variety of genres: romance (contemporary, romcom, suspense, paranormal and historical), suspense, fantasy, thriller, coloring books, and soon, science fiction. She strives to push herself as a storyteller with each new tale and hopes to push her readers outside of their comfort zone whether it be genre or the stories themselves.
With a B.S. in Psychology, Martha utilizes her knowledge of human and animal behavior successfully in the business world and in her writing to present realistic characters and situations. She's been creative since she was little, always drawing, coloring or making crafts, so her venture into being an author was a natural transition.
