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Black Saint
Humans mean trouble, so I keep my dealings with them to a minimum. And then Sheree goes missing. Should be a simple rescue, right? But two missing and one dead Are far from simple. Add in a demon bounty hunter. Police killings of unarmed black men And the Abyss. And you get all kinds of....f'd up. At least that’s what I thought until I realized That everything somehow connected to Priest, A man almost three centuries dead. And well, f'd up doesn’t cover it. |
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Black Ghost
So now I’m a Ghost Hunter, too? I’m not too fond of demons, but I’d rather deal with a demon than a ghost. Ghosts were once human and guess what? Most ghosts are NOT your friends. And no, I can’t martial arts them to death. And I can’t kill them with my sword. Is killing a ghost even possible? If I had known what that foolish girl unleashed, I would have never gone to that house in Queens. So now I have to deal with a ghost, a girl who calls demons, and the demons themselves. Honestly, I need another me. |
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Black Borne
Immortal Immortality sounds romantic, right? You’ve probably heard stories about faeries, werewolves, a vampire or two. But I’m sure you haven’t heard stories of someone like me. Born into slavery. Cursed with immortality. Turned into a demon hunter. And that was just the first eighteen years of my life. Demon Hunter Hunting demons is already tough work. Finding a dead body at one of their gatherings does not make that work easier. So now I have to solve a murder and fight whatever has the demon world in an uproar. Nope, nothing romantic here. |
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Slave Ship Rising New Year's Day, 1738. Over six hundred Africans are killed when the slave ship the Leusden sinks. Two hundred years later, the spirits of the dead return to seek vengeance. |
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Check out my new novella on Amazon. I'm writing a post-apocalyptic short story collection. The first story is out!!
No Mammies Here (A Kush Nation Novella) In the aftermath of a biological war, humankind is only decades from extinction. The world's most powerful countries have collapsed, and nations rigidly divided along racial lines have arisen. One of those nations is the Kush. When Emmie finds an infant on her doorstep, her quiet life comes to an abrupt end. |
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