Criminal Intentions series
Criminal Intentions book 1 The Criminal Intentions books are collections of short stories, some short some nearly novel length that I have combined together in this collection for you to enjoy, Dell. In this collection are the following short stories:PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS – A GOOD PLAN – BLACKNESS OF THE SOUL – THE LAST TAXI RIDE […]
The Mexican
The dust swirled around my worn boots, a miniature desert storm kicked up by the frantic thump of my own heart. The air hung thick and heavy, the scent of dry earth and something else… something metallic and sickeningly sweet, clinging to the back of my throat. It was the smell of blood. Old blood. […]
Private Investigations: The John Rourke Private Detective series
Private Investigations: The John Rourke Private Detective series Private Investigations 1: A John Rourke detective Story (Private Investigations: John Rourke Private Detective Stories) Kindle Edition Book 1 of 3: Private Investigations: John Rourke Private Detective Stories by W. W. Watson (Author) Format: Kindle Edition John Rourke is a private detective with contacts and a license to practice from New […]
The Brass Hand
Criminal Intentions series
Criminal Intentions book 1 The Criminal Intentions books are collections of short stories, some short some nearly novel length that I have combined together in this collection for you to enjoy, Dell. In this collection are the following short stories:PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS – A GOOD PLAN – BLACKNESS OF THE SOUL – THE LAST TAXI RIDE […]
Reset: Society
Her worn boots crunched on shards of broken glass and twisted metal, remnants of a world that had once teemed with life. Buildings, skeletal remains of their former glory, clawed at the sky, their empty windows like hollowed-out eyes staring blankly at the desolate landscape. She moved with the slow, deliberate grace of someone who […]
Reset: Onset.
The Generations Explained
The Mexican
Scroll down for a free story read… The dust swirled around my worn boots, a miniature desert storm kicked up by the frantic thump of my own heart. The air hung thick and heavy, the scent of dry earth and something else… something metallic and sickeningly sweet, clinging to the back of my throat. It […]



