The True Story of a Serial Killer Waiting in Burt’s Closet
On February 3, 1975, movie star Burt Reynolds was awakened by a bloody man crawling on his bedroom floor. Burt jumped up to call an ambulance and came face to face with infamous Skid Row Slasher, bloody machete in hand.
What saved Burt from disaster?
What woman did he break up with that ultimately saved him, and probably her?
A must read for Burt Reynolds fans. From the writer/director of the feature film Forbidden Power.
This is a short read: A true story written dramatically.
About the Author
Paul Kyriazi directed seven feature films, including the award-winning Forbidden Power (2018).
He’s the writer/producer of five full-cast audio books with Rod Taylor, Robert Culp, David Hedison, James Darren, Henry Silva, Russ Tamblyn & George Chakiris.
He created the Live the James Bond Lifestyle seminars.
When Jenny Hall’s teenage daughter, Kyle, went to babysit for the couple next door, she was her usual self.
A few hours later, she returns home and she’s someone else.
In the days that follow, Jenny watches in horror as her child becomes a shadow of her former self.
Something happened that night, something dark and traumatizing. But Kyle refuses to talk to Jenny about it.
What did she see? What did she hear?
It’s up to Jenny to find the answers she needs. But the closer she comes to the truth, the deeper she falls into the same dark hole as her daughter.
Can she save them both before it’s too late?
Welcome to Liar’s Island, a stand-alone series of interconnected, novella-length domestic thrillers set in the picture-perfect community of Liars Island. Here, nothing is quite as it seems.
On this island, families and friendships are more than meets the eye…secrets, deceptions, and jealousies threaten to ruin everything these influential people have built. But it isn’t only the rich that live here…and power comes in all shapes and sizes. Everyone here is a liar…just how far would you go to get what you want?
A woman who has been burned in the past. A man who is just passing through. A summer fling that could be so much more… Coffee is my life. It might sound lame and lonely. But with my café at the center of town, I’m too busy for any sort of a dating life. Nor do I want one. I’ve been burned enough to know what that kind of heat can do. So when Grayson shows up in town, the sparks between us send me running. Until the attraction is too strong to deny. This will be okay, though. It’s only temporary. A summer thing that will be over as soon as the cooler weather whips into town. Which is exactly what I want. I never want to rely on a man for anything again. Yet when the mistakes of my past threaten my future… It’s Grayson who comes to the rescue, despite me wanting to be the one to save myself. Can I let love blossom in Cherry Falls, or will the hot summer nights burn us both?
Darling Donuts is the job of my heart. I invested in the company to make life better in the long run. As a single mom of a pre-teen, it doesn’t pay all the bills. So, I work at a nightclub on the weekends to make up the difference. I have one rule, never give out personal information. Then a handsome co-worker saves me and changes my mind. Now I’m struggling with my heart’s desires and the responsibilities that take up all my time and energy. Having both isn’t an option… right?
I came from nothing. Growing up hungry with a single mom who worked so hard, she was barely there to raise my brother and me, I had one goal— making money. The get rich quick attitude landed me in jail after a robbery went sideways. I left my cell focused on becoming a self-made man. I hit it big with crypto coin, and I’ve been living the life I could only dream of ever since. No one told me how lonely it could be on top or how empty things can become. One dark night a run-in with Athena changes everything. I realized what I wanted to be was her hero.
One Lie will change everything
For the past five years, Adora has managed everything about Weston Rogers’ life. She’s sent flowers to his on and off again girlfriends, booked fancy dinners for clients, and never let him forget his mother’s birthday. Somewhere along the line, she broke the rules and fell for the sexy bearded beast with a questionable temper. With her illustration side hustle taking off, the only thing left to do before leaving the company is telling him how she feels.
Weston Rogers has spent his entire life trying to move out from beneath the long shadows his parents cast. As his boss prepares to retire, he finds himself trying to close the deal of his life and earn a share of Albany Software. When he’s asked to romance the prospective client’s daughter, he claims to be involved— with his personal assistant. The game of pretend heats up, and he realizes he wants to manage his heart, too.
But did he realize too late and ruin his chance with the woman of his dreams?
A fusion of poetry and short story in the narratives.
Date Published: December 12, 2020
Fireflies at 3 am brings a landmark new genre to the world of literature. It’s a book with the flow of poetry but the ebb of short stories – rightfully called “Shoetry”.
This creation takes you to the roots of humanity – stripping back the veneers of life, society and interaction to see people and their ways in an entirely new light.
About the Author
As a child, he was known to cook up stories to save his little ass or to pass his exams. Then he grew up a bit, only in age and size, and went to college. There, he wrote plays, won a few awards and was told to try his luck in advertising. Some kind soul, who had limited knowledge about advertising, told him that this field was all about wearing jeans to work and late-night parties. He needed no further persuasion, and without losing any more time, got into advertising.
Over the last 18 years, he worked at some of the biggest advertising agencies in the world, made some memorable ads, won international recognition for his work, and learned how to manage acid reflux. Life was OK, but he decided to complicate it by writing a book.
People nowadays avoid him like the plague lest he ask them to review his work. His children have started studying harder and his wife has taken up baking so that they can escape his nagging requests, every now and then, to read what he’s written. But all said and done, none of that has dampened his spirits. Currently, he is looking forward to selling over a million copies and is busy convincing each of his friends to buy more than 3 copies of the book. Sucker.
They say that when you die in a dream, you die in real life. I can tell you that isn’t true—I died in my dream, and what happened to me was much stranger than that…
Willow Divine, a goal-driven medical student with midterms around the corner, has enough on her plate. When she begins having a recurring dream with a shadow-like entity haunting every corner of her mind, the lines between fantasy and reality start to blend. Axel, the lead singer of the college rock band, only complicates her situation. She believes his pursuit of her is more sinister than he lets on. She discovers she’s right a little too late. Now, Willow is trapped within a dream with no way out in sight. Can Willow discover the truth and escape her worst nightmare before she’s trapped forever?
JP takes you on a thrilling supernatural journey, filled with terror and twists at every turn inspired by some of her most horrifying nightmares.
“Willow?” a familiar voice whispered from above. I reluctantly craned my head up to greet bright brown eyes and a temptingly wicked smile framed by tousled black hair. The face of sin, the poster boy for all things, dark, brooding, and utterly dangerous. “Axel.” I went back to my research. I didn’t have time for distractions. I heard the chair next to me move, and Axel’s broad, muscular body appeared in my peripheral. He moved my chair closer to his, the fraction of his jeans sparked a warmth against my bare thigh. Smirking, he placed a brown paper bag in front of me. “I thought you might be hungry.” The smell of grease, cheese, and hamburger meat wafted into the musky air tangling with his cedarwood cologne—a potently tantalizing combination. My stomach clenched, a rumbling noise barreling through me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten. Glancing down at my wristwatch, I shook the daze from my head, fully aware of my hunger. I haven’t eaten since breakfast. My momma would take a belt to my hide if she’d known I’d been surviving on coffee alone. Southerners didn’t play when it came to food. I didn’t grow up in the south, but my momma made sure her rich heritage was ingrained into every aspect of our lives. She brought the southern charm to wherever we were stationed. Our neighbors certainly appreciated her home-style cooking; it kept her busy when my daddy was overseas. Reminiscing about Southern eats had me biting my lip, anticipating the mouthwatering taste of the juicy, salty cheeseburger. “Thank you, Axel.” I reached for the bag, but he slapped my hand away. I turned toward him, pinning him with a glare. I should have known there was a catch attached to this meal. That’s how Axel always wanted somethin’ from me. “Not so fast.” That devilishly handsome grin I loved to loathe grew wider, consuming his face. “What do you want now, Axel?” I leaned back, folding my arms over my chest. His gaze bee-lined to my chest, but with a blink, they have linked with mine again. “Relax. I just want to have a meal with my girl.” I rolled my eyes, blowing out a breath. This guy was relentless. “I’m not your girl. We ain’t even datin’.” He leaned closer, his breath heating my ear. “We don’t have to be dating for you to be mine. Just make it easier for both of us and just accept it. Fry?” He dug into the bag and removed the carton of crisp and steaming waffle fries and waved it back and forth as if he were a hypnotist, and I was his powerless victim. Who in the hell did this guy think he was? My second attempt to snatch the fries away failed, and he pulled them toward his chest. “Just admit it, Willow, so we can eat.” “No. I rather starve.” I didn’t understand his pursuit of me. I was startin’ to think he had a bet going with his buddies because there was no way the lead singer of the college’s infamous rock band Devil’s Descent wanted me to be his one true love when he could have any girl on campus. His lips tugged into a frown. He set the fries down on the table and ran a hand through his shiny black hair. “I want to give you everything, but you just keep breaking my heart.” “It ain’t my fault you won’t take no for an answer. I’ve been quite clear with how I feel ‘bout you.” My glare remained fixed. My momma warned me about boys like him, and I was giving for nothin’. He met my glare with his. “Suit yourself.” He snatched up the fries and shoved them back into the bag, taking the entire thing with him but not before whispering, “Sweet dreams, princess.” His words froze me still, the chill frosting down my spine. Why on earth would he say that? It was still daylight. Maybe he was being his usually nosey self and noticed what I was reading. I watched Axel disappear into the dark corner of the library without turning back. After rolling my shoulders back to release the tension in my body, I continued my search, scanning the pages until a particular section caught my attention. My heart strummed against my chest, my skin suddenly hot. My eyes widened as I blinked, not wanting to believe what I was reading. Had I found my answer? The Dream Man: Over twenty years, there have been reports of young women between the ages of 18-28 who had died in their sleep. In recent years, more deaths have followed before tapering off. The women had mentioned to family members and friends that a shadowy figure was haunting their dreams, nights before their sudden demise… I snapped the book shut, sliding it across the table, unable to read anymore. My mind was infected with the horror within the pages. That can’t be true. Right? Things of that nature didn’t exist. Those were just myths and urban legends—ghost stories. I shook my head in denial. I’m just really stressed. The shadow…it means nothing.
Rae’s tired of blind dates, bad one-liners, and romance that doesn’t last. When she meets Flint, a handsome and charming Air Force pilot, she’s hesitant.
He’s everything she wants, but he’s also in the military, meaning he could deploy at any second.
However, Rae can’t deny her attraction and Flint isn’t holding back. The chemistry between them is explosive, making Rae put her reservations on the backburner. But soon circumstances turn dangerous when she starts receiving threatening messages about their budding relationship.
Will their love stand the test of time or will it crash before it can get off the ground?
A fun, short read that will leave you wanting more with a small cliffhanger! It’s a prequel to the In The Capitol series.
He’s gorgeous, cool and slick. Small wonder those wealthy American dames are falling over themselves to taste his flirtatious skills, just where it counts. Seduction is the name of his game, and he knows how to keepa secret. Trouble is, our Gigolo is also a mischief maker, a man with a mission – to make a killing. So he’s got a secret of his own. But, can he keep it that way?
Deliciously sensual, with a touch macabre, the opening tale, I am a gigolo contains ten startlingly original and provocative short stories, that you’ll need to be brave to read at bedtime.
My inspirations have come from real people, events or situations that have presented themselves. Titles like, I am a Contract Killer, I am a Gigolo, Death Zone, License to Kill, are all based on my own lifetime experiences, questions asked, incidents occurring.
Let me be reassuring, thus-far, nobody has been murdered on my watch. But the notion gave rise to the impetus to write my first murder mystery, The Lyme Regis Murders. Could I make the jump after years of writing macabre short stories to a full length drama? That familiar beating in the gut, said, ‘Yes, try it. Give it a go.’
And so to that cosy coastal town where nothing untoward ever happens. Or perhaps it does. The author seeks to shatter notions, change people’s perceptions, spoil long held views. That was my intention in entering into the world of crime thrillers. I’ve found that ‘nice’ people are not always what they seem. The helpless can be transformed into the most dangerous, the most dangerous become the most harmless. It’s all up to the writer and what they’re hoping to achieve.
For me there have been 10 children’s books, 4 books of short stories and so far, three novels, with a fourth in the mixer.
Whilst a short story might be written with a flurry of adrenalin in the space of a few hours, a book will need more than just a flash of creativity. It will need perseverance, discipline and dogged determination.
But then, isn’t that what is required of every ambition?