The Craigslist killer was dead, but the mystery has just begun. Elisabeth ‘Bets’ St. James had thought once the killer was stopped, all they had to do was find the ghoul that had developed a taste for O.S.U. students. They soon learned that the killer was only a pawn sacrificed in an opening move. Shane had thought he was sent to Columbus to kill a rogue vampire. Instead, he found that he was the target. Cut off by his kind, his only allies are Bets, her police detective uncle and his partner and a young federal agent. On top of finding the ghoul, the five had to fight off assassins sent by the Countess Báthory. Locate the missing Lola and find out why a political party paid for the car rental of the killer. If that wasn’t enough, a new threat has come to Columbus that could be more dangerous than Apollyon.
I was born in Steubenville, OH, and I spent my early years listening to the vivid stories of Edgar Allen Poe as told to me by my mother. At age five, my family moved to a small town just south of Pittsburgh, PA where, like my father and my grandfather, I became a passionate fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers.
My family left Pennsylvania in 1973 when once again my dad was transferred, and we had to move. This time to a small town in upstate New York called Vestal. Vestal is the the answer I give when people ask me where I am from. It was the greatest place to grow up. I have friends there that I still talk with almost monthly.
I have always had a fascination with the Vampire genre. Never quite satisfied with the stories I read or the movies that I have watched. I have always dreamed of putting my view of vampires into print.
I stupidly left college before before earning a degree. I decided to move south, where my family had moved. My college became hard knocks and the mean streets of Kentucky. Two years later, I moved to Columbus, Ohio where I met the love of my life, Betsy. We married a short time later and raised two incredible girls, Merissa and Brittany. I had to put my dream of writing on the back burner.
My first novel, The Sons of Apollyon, received wide acclaim and earned several high praise reviews. However, that book would never have been written without my wife Betsy.
Betsy found a faded yellow note pad with the handwritten story of a hooker being killed. She looked at me and said, "This is pretty good. You should try to finish it."
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