PREY FOR THE DEAD – BOOK TWO

A long-buried secret emerges from the ruins of End House…

Five years of peace has ended for the residents of Oasis. Evil returns to wreak havoc on the seaside resort.

Linda Bennett’s dreams of happiness have always eluded her. Five years ago, she moved to Florida from New York to escape heartache. The Dead vampires and their leader, Wolf, had ruined any hopes of peace for her and her friends. Surrounded by vampires and hybrids—human vampires, Linda finds solace in her bookstore. Then one morning, the lights go out and an explosion rocks her shop and any future dreams for a happy ending.

Have The Dead and Wolf returned to exact their revenge on Oasis?

Linda and her close friends—Shana, David, and Louise—race to where lightning converges on an isolated spot behind the town. A sinkhole replaces End House’s former site. Around the hole stand The Watchers—the vampire police, the group of five hybrids, and The Elders—the local vampire leaders. Echoing from inside the dark pit are the voices of Father John, the vampire hunter, and Abe, the head Watcher. Trapped with them in the tunnels below Oasis is the magical door that controls time.

From this moment, Linda and Shana become embroiled in the twisted escapades of Todd, Sheriff Sam, and The Elders as they search for The Dead at an exclusive club in Disney World. Death and mayhem follow their every step. A masquerade ball and a romp through the tunnels lead to a showdown in the swamps of southern Florida.

Can Linda choose between Gregg and Todd—the two hybrids who compete for her heart and are at war on opposing sides? Will she find her happy ending?

Will Oasis survive the battle between good and evil?

HEAVEN’S GATE

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The sky is pink overhead.

I will try to lift my head.

Waves lap at the shore.

I can’t take much more.

I can feel the sand.

Please give me your hand.

I must see this before it’s too late,

And I am waiting at heaven’s gate.

DAYDREAM

Water in waves of blue and green.

Nothing can be so clear and clean.

Sunshine beating down on my head.

I have made the soft sand my bed.

Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.

I can feel the breeze in my hair.

A place like this must exist.

A dream like this I can’t resist.

AN OASIS

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An oasis where dreams come true,

Palm trees wave in the warm breezes.

Birds sing a happy tune of their own

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind fly across the sand,

Covering all footsteps of the night before.

Dark shadows leave behind no evidence,

And tourists remain innocent no more.

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WHITE SAND

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Endless miles of beach.

Coated in white sand.

Sprinkled in salt water.

Topped with colorful rocks.

A delicious dish

For the sated.

KEEP AWAY

Keep away from this place.

Don’t want to see your face.

Witchcraft is my own tool.

I won’t be made a fool.

The Dead don’t belong here.

The undead I won’t bear.

A perfect paradise of green and blue.

And not polluted by the likes of you.

THE DEAD GAME

ROCKS

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ROCKS

I wade in the cold,

waves up to my waist.

Rocks loom before me,

victims of the raging sea.

Honed to perfection,

faces to the sky.

They stand in silence

as I join their line.

ROCKS

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I wade in the cold,

Waves up to my waist.

Rocks loom before me,

Victims of the sea.

Honed to perfection,

Faces to the sky.

They stand in silence

As I join their line.

A PERFECT DAY TURNS TO HORROR

The perfect seaside paradise.
Oasis, Florida offers white-sand beaches,
blue skies, and tropical breezes.
The soft waves lap at the shore.
Linda and her friends prepare a barbeque
on the beach.
They are having fun—until the waves
and the wind turn violent.
They leave their belongings and run for shelter.
Shelter at the Town Hall, which had withstood
all past disasters.
However, this time it isn’t strong enough.
Lightning and thunder hit around them.
Debris flies through the air, past the
building’s tall windows.
Lightning hits the building.
Stones fly from its walls.
Dark shadows crash through
its windows.
Flying shadows with bodies of bats, and
to Shana’s horror, human heads.
One lifts her by her hair, its sharp
talons digging into her scalp.
She knows that they are in real
trouble this time.

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Hot summer days,

Cold nights.

Waves roaring to shore.

Who could ask for more?

Winter Wonderland in Florida

Snow falling on a glass house.

What can be as nice?

THE NIGHT

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 THE NIGHT

They come in the night.

Footsteps in the sand.

They climb through windows.

To visit the sleeping.

They takes recruits.

While others are left in peace.

Come morning sun,

Footsteps are gone.

Leaving behind empty beds

And empty dreams.

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ONLY A DREAM

 

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The green waves grow in force.

Digging in to the shore.

Wolf rides in on a horse.

Leaving me wanting more.

I open my eyes.

I’m in my own bed.

I can hear soft sighs.

From inside my head.

‘Only a dream,’ I say.

Wolf will make us all pay.

He’ll come for me today.

On this dark and cold day.

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OUR IMAGINATION

Our imagination entices us.
It takes us to new places.
With our eyes closed,
We could explore the world.

Oceans to be crossed.
Far away places visited.
Mountains climbed.
Passions enjoyed.

A closed door stands before me,
Hiding its own secrets.
I will cross its threshold
With eyes wide open.

The door opens to flowers and sunshine.
Lounge chairs on the hot sand.
The sun shining on the ocean,
Revealing palettes of blues and greens.

A perfect paradise waits for me.
A bathing suit lies across a chair.
Time for a swim and a tan.
A beautiful escape.