Kanner Lake

Something sinuous in the water brushed against Paige’s knee. She jerked her leg away.What was that? She rose to a sitting position, groped around with her left hand. Fine wisps wound themselves around her fingers. Hair?She yanked backward, but the tendrils clung. Something solid bumped her...

The figure remained still as stone. Leslie couldn’t even detect a breath.Spider fingers teased the back of her neck.Leslie’s feet rooted to the pavement. She dropped her gaze to the driveway, seeking … what? Spatters of blood? Footprints? She saw nothing. Honed through her recent coverage...

Carla stared at the gun and David Thornby—or whatever his name was. Her mind fissured, one side pleading this was some sick joke, the other knowing it was not. Her throat ran dry, air backing up in her lungs. She swallowed.“Please. You must have the wrong person. There’s no reason for...

In book four of the Kanner Lake Series, a Saturday morning celebration at Java Joint coffee shop for the Scenes and Beans bloggers turns into terror when three gunmen burst into the shop, shoot one person, and hold the rest hostage. Their demand: the worlds attention. The stakes: the lives of over a dozen Kanner Lake citizens.