Tim Simpson

Dr. Henry Jekyll’s attempt to separate the good and evil within the human soul created something far more dangerous than he ever imagined—Edward Hyde.

Before it became iconic, it was accidental. Before it was pop art, it was procedure. Before it was remembered, it was thinking. The Avengers was never just a spy show.

Mr. Saltz—known only as The Undertaker—runs a funeral parlor with secrets hidden beneath every floorboard. Emotionless, tasteless, and cold by nature, Saltz disposes of bodies for the city's most powerful crime boss, Manford Van Johnson.

Johnson City, Tennessee. 1955. When respected scientist Barry Harkin is found murdered in his study, veteran homicide detective Jack Manson believes he is investigating another routine homicide.

In the glow of twinkling lights and fresh-fallen snow, sometimes all it takes to change everything... is coming home. Harper Reed doesn’t do Christmas—not since ambition replaced sentiment and her Manhattan life left no room for mistletoe or memories.

The darkness Russ Sova thought he defeated decades ago has returned. When a missing girl and a familiar ritual symbol surface in East Tennessee, Russ is pulled back into a hidden world of secret covenants, political corruption, and ancient allegiance.

This book is more than a memoir. It’s a journey, a true journey where at times Tim had nothing more than faith to get him through three failed marriages, homelessness, battles with churches, and fighting with demons (not the imagined ones). This is a journey that you must listen to to believe.

This is the biggest and darkest Case detective Jack Manson has ever faced. The mob is trying to kill him, the police want to arrest him, but why? is someone setting him up? Has Jack went Rogue and began killing Lips Malone men....

Two stories that will put your imagination to the test. The first story is about an entertainer. Follow his life up to its very end. Next is the story of the first manned space exploration....

When justice walks the edge of a knife, only one man holds the line. Detective Max Holland thought he’d seen it all: clever thieves, twisted plots, shadowy masterminds. But nothing prepared him for Joel Scotts—a manipulative genius with a taste for psychological warfare.

When trouble rolls into town, it doesn't drift—it marches. A thick, unnatural fog descends upon the sleepy port town of Gullhaven, carrying with it a chilling menace: Starboard Stern, a jealous pirate lord whose bad intentions are eclipsed only by his terrible ideas.

The galaxy is fractured. The survivors of Gor'ma'ta regroup, but Shadow fleets, vampire uprisings, and mercenary legions descend like predators in the night.

The Distance Between is an autobiographical poetry collection that chronicles the life of a man shaped by hardship, faith, failure, redemption, and enduring love.

I was born in Johnson City, Tennessee, and spent my childhood in a place called Cash Hollow, which is indeed real. Cash Hollow is a narrow stretch of road situated between hills along two streets: Lake View and Austin Springs.

Out of the Shadows From the blood-soaked back alleys of Detroit to the smoke-filled jazz clubs of New York, one name has echoed through the underworld like a whispered curse: Perh Cushing. A ghost in a world of shadows. A puppeteer behind global crime, charity, and terror alike.

The shadows are rising. The alliance is breaking. High Queen Serita must rally her scattered forces as the Crown of Shadows spreads its grip across the stars. In a universe where hope itself is hunted, can the light endure?

He was called many things—outlaw, poet, killer, gentleman. But in the dying light of the Arizona Territory, Johnny Ringo was simply a man trying to outrun his own shadow.

The galaxy trembles under the weight of fractured alliances and rising shadows. Old loyalties are tested, new enemies rise from hidden corners, and every choice carries consequences that will shape the fate of countless worlds.

It all comes down to Who is Perh Cushing, the mystery man who controls all the crime worldwide. Well, the search is on. He owns New York, Chicago, Detroit, and others.

Cash Hollow is where I grew up; it was an unusual place. We were surrounded by hills on each side of the road, with offshoot veins of other roads crisscrossing throughout the hollow....