As bloody, severed body parts show up on her doorstep, Shawnee Daniels must stop the serial killer who wants her dead before she becomes the next victim.
But can she solve his cryptic clues before it’s too late? Or will she be the next to die a slow, agonizing death?
With crows stalking her every move, Shawnee can barely function. Things worsen when body parts show up on her doorstep. An unstoppable serial killer wants her dead. Mr. Mayhem threatens to murder everyone she loves, sending Shawnee a piece at a time.
As Mr. Mayhem sits in judgement, his cryptic clues must be solved before the final gavel drops. The game rules are simple—win the unwinnable or submit to a slow, agonizing death.
When Shawnee tries to fight back, she discovers her very existence is based on lies. But the full impact of the truth might become the headstone on Shawnee’s grave.
I have been a fan of Mr Mayhem, the evil antagonist in Sue Coletta’s books ever since reading the first book in this series, and I have been dying to get my hands on this book for absolute months. Life, and just about everything else has conspired to keep me under the thumb for long enough.
Somehow, I am going to do what I want, in the book reading department at least, for I am in the process of creating a bad guy of my own and need all the inspiration I can get!
Amazon Review for I am Mayhem
Author Sue Coletta keeps you nailed to the attention cross in this new release. I Am Mayhem, Book 4 in her Mayhem Series, is her best-yet in this run of top-notch thriller writing. Sue is an absolute master of the “Deep Point of View” technique that separates her work from the rest of the class. Her dialogue is also spot-on and riveting. I don’t want to drop a spoiler, but the title might just tell you something about the mysterious protagonist. Go ahead and find out – if you can handle suspense at its finest!
This week I am reading a book that has been slowly climbing to the top of my reading list, a story of ghosts and romance and I cannot wait to get started!
Jag Peters has one goal in his quiet comfortable life—to keep his karma slate wiped clean. A near-miss crash with a candy apple red Harley threatens to upend his safe world. He tracks down the rider to apologize properly. Slipping into a seedy biker bar, he discovers the rider isn’t a “he”, it’s a “she”, a dark-haired beauty.
Rena Jett is a troubled soul, who lives in a rough world. She wants no part of Jag’s apology, but even while she pushes him away, she is attracted to him. When he claims to see a ghost—her brother—can she trust him? And could her brother’s final gift, a magical rune stone with the symbol for “happily ever after” have the power to heal her wounds and allow opposites to find common ground—perhaps even love?
About the Author ~ Jan Sikes
I’ve been an avid reader all my life. I can still remember the excitement that surged through me the first time I realized I could decipher words. Many summers, I won the highest award possible from the Hobbs, NM Public Library for reading the most books.
There’s nothing I love more than losing myself in a story.
Oddly enough, I never had any ambition to be a writer. But I wound up in mid-life with a story that begged to be told. Not just any story, but a true story that rivalled any fiction creation. Through fictitious characters, the tale came to life in an intricately woven tale that encompasses four books. Not satisfied to stop with the books, I released music CDs of original music to match the time period of each story segment.
In conclusion, to bring the story full circle, I published a book of poetry and art. I was done.
The story ideas keep coming, and I don’t intend to turn off the creative fountain.
I am a member of the Author’s Marketing Guild, The Writer’s League of Texas, Romance Writers of America, and the Paranormal Writer’s Guild. I am an avid fan of Texas music and grandmother of five beautiful souls. I reside in North Texas.
Rena leaned back against the faded red leather covering the worn booth and stared at the stranger seated across from her. Her sharp instincts honed from years of practice told her this man was different. She guessed him to be in his mid-twenties, maybe a year or two older than her. Something in her gut said he was sincere, that he didn’t have an ulterior motive. The waitress set their coffees on the table and Rena reached for hers. “I’m not a big fan of karma,” she admitted. “I’ve never seen the bad guys get what they have coming to them.”
Jag set his cup down. “That’s because the timing for karma isn’t determined by us. We can do things to help it along, like me coming to find you and apologize for spacing out and nearly running you down.”
She interrupted him with a harrumph. “You can save your breath if you’re about to tell me there is a God up there somewhere in the ethers who gives a shit about people getting what they deserve.”
She twirled a silver band on her right finger. “I’ve seen too much to ever believe that.” “That wasn’t what I was going to say. It’s much more basic than that, but we can talk about something else. All I know is that I made a commitment to myself years ago to try and keep my karma slate clean. I can’t speak for anyone else.”
Silence grew thick between them.
Jag’s cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and gave it a quick glance. “Let me guess.” Sarcasm dripped off Rena’s tongue. “It’s your girlfriend wondering where you are.”
She might have known a handsome man like him would have a girlfriend. All the good ones did. He expertly hit the delete button for the second time in less than thirty minutes.
“No. Actually, it’s my boss.” “A hard drive has crashed and they need you pronto to get things running again so they don’t lose precious dollars?” “How do you know I’m a computer geek?” Jag met her stare. “What if I’m a schoolteacher or librarian?”
She laughed. “I told you, I live by instincts, and they’re never wrong. You’re a computer guy. It’s written all over you. Besides, you have the Granite Technology logo on your shirt pocket.”
“Very observant.” Jag reached for his coffee. “So, the next thing you’re going to tell me is that you have to go. Don’t worry, I’m not keeping you.”
She sized him up from hooded eyelids. With his slightly wavy brown hair, six-foot frame, and bluish-gray eyes that sparkled when he smiled, he could have been a model out of a classy men’s magazine, except for his lack of self-confidence.
He cleared his throat. “I have a few more minutes, but then I will have to go.”
Worry is a terrible thing, it steals the quality of life from right under your nose, reducing your world into a place of doom and gloom. We have been sitting on a massive worry these past six months and have refused to start the new year until we had good news.
I have desperately tried to keep everything normal, finish my WIP and keep the website going, but have to admit it was a poor imitation of the real thing, and I apologise for that.
I have not been sharing much of this with our friends and followers and this may seem strange after all your incredible support when Anita had that massive heart attack in 2020. Your love and good wishes pulled us through that terrible time, but when disaster struck again last year, it seemed far more serious, and we really felt that talking about it might make it worse.
Anita’s heart is still severely damaged, and despite having two stents and a pacemaker fitted, it only barely functions. When a series of lumps started to appear around her neck last year, the alarm bells started ringing again.
Because of the raging virus and all the hospital delays, it took months to have the lumps investigated. The consultant mentioned cancer and after deliberation, they finally decided to remove part of her thyroid. Surgery was a problem as they didn’t think her heart was strong enough, but they said that delaying it was not an option.
A nightmare time for all the family, especially Anita for she can’t abide hospitals at the best of times. My sister has never been ill and to be struck down by two life threatening illnesses almost at the same time seems very unfair. She made it through the surgery without incident, but we had to wait two agonising weeks to get the results of the tests.
By this time, we were all terrified and sick with worry, dreading the news.
The day of the appointment, I felt sick to my stomach but somehow kept a smile on my face. I think I held my breath when she was called into the consultants office, but five minutes later the door opened and she rushed out of the room, a massive smile on her face. We watched in amazement as she ran out of the ENT department to a standing ovation from the nurses.
By this time, we knew the news must be good, but I wanted to know how good. Just before we all reached the lifts, I caught her arm and made her stop walking. ‘Well,’, I said and waited.
She stood there and laughed at me, and I didn’t think she was going to say anything.
‘THERE IS NO CANCER,’ she shouted.
All the way home in the car, she kept saying those words, and her relief was wonderful to see. Despite the odds, her poor old ticker had survived the surgery and she was cancer free.
But four days later, we had to rush back to the hospital, as Anita was having trouble breathing. She is now back home, but it seems that worrying isn’t going anywhere after all.
She is looking better, although still very weak and breathless much of the time. The list of her medications grows ever longer, but … and you may have noticed this, none of what happened has stopped her writing her poetry.
Now all I have to do, is get my own head back together!
James Wainwright picks up a hitchhiker and discovers two things 1. The woman he picks up is his childhood sweetheart, only Seventeen years older. 2. He is no longer of this world.
James began a road trip alone in his 1956 Oldsmobile. He stops for a hitchhiker only to discover she is his childhood sweetheart, Sam, who disappeared seventeen years before. James learns from Sam falling asleep miles back caused him to perish in a one-car accident. He also comes to understand that Sam was taken and murdered all those years ago, and now she has come back to help him find his eternal home.
The pair visit a number of times and places and are witness to a number of historical events. The rules dictate that they do no harm to the time continuum. Trying to be careful, they inadvertently come to the attention of Lucifer who would love to have their souls as his subjects. They also find a threat to human survival and desperately need to put in place the fix necessary to save mankind.
The question becomes, will James find his eternal home in grace or lose the battle with Satan for his immortal soul and the future of human life with it? If you like time-travel, adventure, mystery, justice, and the supernatural, this story is for you.
The prologue to Eternal Road reads like any good murder mystery, followed by a quite normal beginning to chapter one, but that’s when normal left the building!
Eternal Road is a beautifully written and unique story in so many ways. A love story, an exhilarating adventure, and interesting variations of history, all rolled into one.
This story encompasses all your different emotions, as it explores life and death, good versus evil, and considering the afterlife can be such a sad subject, I found no sadness in this story.
On the contrary, I found the chemistry between Sam and James heart-warming as they try to make sense of their predicament and learn how to handle it. The ending was a surprise for me, being a lifelong romantic at heart, but I understood the reasoning behind it.
And because of this, I have the feeling there could be more from John Howell on this theme and that’s fine by me!
In this volume we stand shoulder to shoulder with Maljie as she explores the intricacies of philosophy, marvel at her mastery of pre-paid indemnification plans, and assist her in the design of foundation garments. When you read this, not only will you discover just who wears the trousers, but you can indulge in a spot of fishing and enjoy the quaint fertility rites of our great city. This book contains fashion, honey, orphans and the importance of dipping your money in vinegar to ensure it is safe. Indeed you may even learn how to teach a cat to dance.