Dead On My Feet

THE LIVING DEAD WERE MAKING HIS LIFE A LIVING HELL . . . A year ago, Chris Csejthe (pronounced "Chay-tay") was completely human - then a blood transfusion from the Lord of the Undead changed everything. No/w he is a hunted man, sought by human and vampire alike for the secrets he knows and the powers that his mutated blood may bestow. So far he's dodged undead assassins, werewolves, a 6,000-year-old Egyptian necromancer, and Vlad Dracula himself. But now he's really got problems. The dead are turning up on his doorstep after dark to ask for justice and the police want to know where all those corpses are coming from. Undead terrorists are testing a doomsday virus on his new hometown and he's caught in the crossfire between a white supremacist militia and the resurrected Civil War dead. His werewolf lover, jealous of his dead wife's ghost, has left him. And the centuries-old and still very beautiful (and very deadly) Countess Bathory is determined to have his uniquely transformed blood for her own dark purposes. Now, more than ever, life sucks! At the publisher's request, this title is sold without DRM (Digital Rights Management).

Looking for a new lease on life, Nellie find herself on the dead beat. Milo is dead. And Nellie Bly has to write his obituary. Not exactly what she was hoping for when she left her post as the local weather girl in Kansas for a posh Southern California beach side community. But as more and more upstanding citizens of La Joya turn up dead in ghastly ways, Nellie and her pals at the Coastal Crier join forces with Detective Wendy Nakamura to follow the murderous trail of a ruthless cartel that traffics in endangered wildlife. When Nellie’s eccentric landlady, former B-movie actress, Dame Catherine Cavendish, begins to drop hints that threaten to bring to light the dark secrets of the village, unsettling incidents begin happening at the Cavendish estate, endangering the motley crew of scribes. Greed, betrayal, vengeance, gangsters and old Hollywood glamour make for great copy—if Nellie can stay alive long enough to meet her deadline. Dead on My Feet is a quirky tongue-in-cheek adventure that will leave you breathless.

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Have you ever been locked in a cooler with piles of decomposing humans for so long that you had to shave all the hair off your body in order to get rid of the smell? Joseph Scott Morgan did. Have you ever lit a Marlboro from the ignited gas of a bloated dead man's belly? Joseph Scott Morgan has. Have you ever wept over a dead dog while not giving a shit about the dead owner laying next him? Morgan did. Were you named after a murder victim? Joseph Scott Morgan was. This isn't Hollywood fantasy—it's the true story of a boy born into the deprivations of a white trash trailer park who as an adult gets further involved in the desperate backdoor sagas of the "new South." No hot blondes here, just maggots, grief, and the truth about forensics and death investigation. Joseph Scott Morgan became a death investigator with the Jefferson Parish Coroner's Office in suburban New Orleans in 1987, the youngest medicolegal death investigator in the country. During the day, Morgan worked in the morgue, and at night investigated for the coroner. In 1992 Morgan became senior investigator with the Fulton County Medical Examiner's Office in Atlanta. Morgan is now a college professor at North Georgia College and State University, where he teaches a death investigation course based on the national standards which he helped develop. He and his family reside in the Blue Ridge Mountains of north Georgia.

In the third Stan Kraychik mystery, Boston's sassiest hairdresser faces a confusing mix of romance and murder in the world of ballet. Stan's streak of recent bad luck in romance seemed at an end when he became involved with ballet choreographer Rafik Panossian. But bad luck of a different sort dogs his steps when the founder of the ballet company is found brutally murdered and the company's young conductor (and Stan's possible rival for Rafik's affections) is the prime suspect.

This story is about Friendship, Forgiveness, Redemption, Adversity and Tough Love. His feet are off the ground, but he never misses a step. Thirteen year old Jeffery Lorenzo Williams looked forward to this day. It was June 25, the last day of the school year. He never knew this date would be etched in his mind forever. It was the last time he would ever walk. Three kids, Jeff, his brother and his friend playing alone in an apartment. Staring at the barrel of a 22 caliber gun, the bullet fires and his life changed forever. By all accounts he should have been dead. But that's not how the story ends...My Feet Are Off The Ground chronicles his journey. A road paved with pain, despair, uncertainty and rejection leading to acceptance, autonomy, forgiveness's and awakening. The courage to continue, and the boldness to defy the odds. The refusal to sit still and the faith to take big bold steps. He took his last step, not his last breath. Whoever said the sky's the limit, has never met Jeffery Lorenzo Williams. He is a force to be reckoned with. His unyielding determination propels him to succeed. Motivational speaker, expert in diversity and inclusion, disability rights advocate, community organizer, Real Estate Broker doing multi-million dollars' worth of deals, legal analyst, model, JLorenzo Sneaker and Apparel designer, and author living life on his own terms. He has been featured on the New York Real Estate Institute's website under Alumni in the News. He was also featured in the New York Daily News, New York Times, AM News and Wired Magazine. He had appearances on CNN, NY1, and Bronxnet TV.

When a well-known Wesley banker is killed on her doorstep, Claire Maxwell’s day goes downhill fast—especially when she’s considered a prime suspect. Although it’s unlikely that Claire’s brother, Chief Jack Maxwell, really believes she had anything to do with it, she doesn’t like any possible connection between her and a dead man. Besides, being perpetually dateless, everyone in Wesley already knows that lately most of her dates have been more dead than alive. In an effort to clear her name, Claire is soon on the hunt for the real killer. She quickly finds all kinds of other possible suspects – all, in her humble opinion, with way better reasons than she has to kill Mr. Berger. The suspects are plenty and Claire begins to hear things about the victim that she wishes she had never heard. In the spirit of Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, this humorous murder mystery is full of twists and turns that will keep the reader guessing the killer’s identity until the very last page.

Autumn Adams never planned to follow in her mother's footsteps as Chicago's answer to Martha Stewart--she can't cook, doesn't clean, and would rather play soccer than discuss the joys of white bathtub grout. Then some lunatic starts sending her threats in the mail and Audie finds herself under the protection of simmering, sexy Detective Stacey Quinn, a man determined to examine her every nook, cranny, and ex-boyfriend in his effort to find the stalker. A disarming combination of macho cop and sweet charmer, Quinn is hard to resist. But with Audie's bad luck at finding and holding on to Mr. Right, she think it's best to keep her distance... Quinn soon discovers that the real Audie is an alluring blend of fantasy babe and tender-hearted female all wrapped up in what he can only hope is leopard-print underwear. She's not what he's always pictured for himself, but could she be everything he'll ever need? Digging through Audie's many layers could turn out to be the hottest, craziest, sexiest bit of detective work Quinn has ever attempted...if it doesn't kill him first.

In this series (based on my nightmares and inspired by Ezekiel 37), I feel like my Higher Power is telling me that it's now my turn to come out of the valley of dry bones and to take my place as the writer he's meant for me to be.