As the newest demon hunter, Costa Calabrese has a lot to contend with when the portal to hell opens up in his backyard. Aided by his constant companions, Talisa and Paralay, they must face evil in many forms. But what happens when familiar faces become your opposition? Will love be enough to conquer evil?

REVIEW

Just finished your book. Loved it. When Cris first comes on the scene as a vampire version of Costa Calabrese and has Talisa under his wing, I really gave up on a happy ending. The bride and groom from hell really had me convinced it was a done deal. Black moment, indeed!

Not until the end did I understand why the hero had to contend with hell before heaven could be rebuilt.

Your writing reminded me of Stephen King¹s last book. The dead rising on the battered ship gave the same eerie horrific chills and thrills as the dead things on the ancient ship off Duma Key. From Chapter Five on, the fast pace had me totally mesmerized. Like you wrote to explore the love phenomenon in a horror novel surprised me by the way it increased the depth of my characters. And it truly did. Costa had to confront all those physical demons as well as his own psychological demons. And he did! High adventure, steamy love affair, deception, demons, vampires werewolves, zombies and even Satin himself. Thanks for the exciting ride!

Reviewed by: Lynne Tierney, Author of Going to Extremes
www.lynnetierney.com

EXCERPT

The zombies were surprisingly fast. Before we made it up to the mid-point of the staircase they had caught up to us. As the last one to go up I was the first one targeted. Stephenson, his bowels still dripping from his chest cavity, reached out a gnarled hand and took a good fist-sized clump of my hair.

I almost fell backwards into the waiting arms of The Regulators but managed to catch my balance. Stephenson’s breath smelled of decay upon my ear. He pulled and twisted my hair, controlling my head in the process. I thought instantly of Wiggins ripping out Captain Davies throat with just his teeth alone. My heart quickened in its pace. Death stood waiting for me and one of these days He would collect.

Today was not that day, however. Having my companions at my back is something I had tried to dissuade before but had not regretted having. That certainly remained the case as both Paralay and Talisa scrambled to my aide despite their own safety.

We all tried in vein to pry Stephenson’s grip from me but it appeared as though his strength had grown in multitude. The other members of the crew were coming quickly behind him having torn the door from its hinges and even ripping out the window box to get inside.

"Stand aside," I heard Talisa say to Paralay. I could not make out what she was doing only that she had brandished a dagger and advanced. Instead of attacking the zombie Stephenson she went after me, my hair to be exact. She hacked away with her dagger until the only thing Stephenson held in his hands was the length of ponytail I formerly had running down my neck.

Free to move I took the initiative to dispatch Stephenson the same way I had fallen zombie Wiggins. Stephenson’s head tumbled to the ground right at the feet of the rest of the crew. They collected his head from the ground and paused long enough in their confusion for the three of us to make our escape.
When we got to the top of the landing all three of us worked diligently to destroy the staircase. We only managed to put a good size hole in the top of the step before we had to turn and run.

The Regulators were still coming and nothing short of fighting the entire lot was going to stop them.