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Robert
A Forty Proof Novella
2023
\\This is Robert's story before he became the Robert you know in the Forty Proof Series.\\
In 1876, we were called to Savannah, Georgia to help with an infestation of demons. If we'd known what we, my wife Evangeline, and I, were walking into, we'd have run the other way.
As it was, we shared tea with a vampire and stepped into a battle we did not understand until it was too late.
On the night we arrived, Evangeline went missing, taken from our room.
Now, in a strange city, filled with demons, and monsters, I must find her before those monsters make her one of their own.
The only question that remains is one for you, dear reader.
Are you brave enough to come with me on this journey, my friend? It is not for the weak of heart, but for those who believe that love is always strong enough...and that a kind soul or two can make all the difference in your life as you face the darkness.
\\You can read this novella WITHOUT having read any of the other books in the Forty Proof Series. Robert's story continues in Midlife Bounty Hunter\\
#1
Midlife Bounty Hunter
2020
A Paranormal Women's Fiction with a bit of class, and a lot of sass for anyone who feels like age is just a number!
One day I’m married, living in Seattle, and magic isn’t real.
The next, I’m divorced and living in the guest room of my ex’s hotter- than-sin cousin’s place in Savannah . . . and talking to an animated skeleton named Robert.
I have to admit, Robert isn’t my worst date.
At forty-one, I didn’t think I’d be starting over. But I’ll be damned if my ex thinks I’m down and out because he pulled a fast one on me.
When a job comes my way that offers me a chance to use my childhood training in the shadow world, I take it—I need the money more than I care about my sanity.
It’s dangerous.
I have to embrace the magic and dark of my past.
And I need Advil to keep me going.
So those who’d hold me back better sit up and take notice, because a new woman is in town, and she’s not about to be counted out by anyone.
Even if she does groan when she rolls out of bed in the morning.
#2
Midlife Fairy Hunter
2020
A Paranormal Women’s Fiction with a bit of class, and a lot of sass for anyone over forty!
Over the hill, all outta ducks to give, and suddenly life is looking up . . .even if you’re living with a ghost and fighting off werewolves.
Moving back to Savannah changed my life in all the best ways. New job. New friends. As far from my ex-husband as possible.
I didn’t count on the Shadow World intensifying its hold on my life.
Color me surprised, when a new job lands in my lap watching over a fairy ring. Worth ten times what I’d make anywhere else, it seems too good to be true. I take it anyway.
And that’s when things get weird.
Spells are cast on my friends that seems to make them lose their marbles.
I’ve got a Bigfoot baking in my kitchen.
And a skeleton is quickly becoming my go-to guy. Which is silly because the eye candy strutting around in front of me is drool worthy. (I’m looking at you, Crash. Really looking 0\_0)
Nothing in Savannah is what it seems, and the magic and undercurrents of this city are pulling me onto a dangerous path.
But with a Fae Queen begging my help, and the darkness closing in, I can only do one thing.
Pop a couple Advil, and kick some serious ducking butt.
#3
Midlife Demon Hunter
2020
Goblins and ghouls and magic, oh my! Hang tight to your britches, this laugh out loud adventure is about to light you up!
Ousted from the Hollows Group, the shadow world has officially taken notice of me.
With loan sharks sniffing around and knocking on my door, I need to figure out how my ex-husband pushed all his debt onto me, because it stinks of black magic and back alley dealings.
Until I can get some answers there, I distract myself with a new job—working for a goblin. The job is as simple as hiding some paperwork for him. Only . . . someone else wants what he gave me. And they are playing dangerously dirty to get what they want.
Throw in a lovesick bigfoot, a siren going through menopause, a demon next door, and two hot guys vying for my attention, and you’ve got my life in a nutshell.
Well, that is if you don’t count on Robert showing up and saving my bacon again. Which he has to, because this time . . .this time I’ve really put my foot in it.
#4
Midlife Ghost Hunter
2020
If you thought being over forty meant the end of adventures, then you're in for a shock as Bree, and her ragtag bunch take you on a side-splitting rollercoaster ride!
Stuck with Alan's ghost following her around, Bree is in hot water now with no easy way out as she's been framed for his murder and plunked in the local pokey.
If that weren't bad enough, Gran's ghost has been kidnapped, and all clues point to the Big Easy—New Orleans.
With the police on her never-mind-the-size butt, two men vying for her attentions, and a mystery wrapped around the murder of her Gran and ex, she has more than enough to keep her stressed and turning prematurely gray.
So when a local coven stirs things up in NOLA, and a new nemesis appears on the scene, Bree is ready to meet them head-on.
As soon as she's popped a few Advil.
#5
Midlife Zombie Hunter
2021
Good rule of thumb: Don't pick a fight with Bree O'Rylee. She might be over forty and run with a limp, but that doesn't mean she won't track you down and drive the tip of her boot right up your . . .
Bree was hoping for a few days off from dealing with monsters, bad guys, or general weirdness that doesn’t fit into a human box of what is supposed to be real.
What she got was a stay in the hospital with an undead roommate and a whole new set of problems that keep rising from the grave.
But her love life is at least on track. Until it’s not. And when it goes sideways, it jumps straight into the drink and sinks to the bottom.
Now, Bree has to put her heart on the back burner as she is offered a major job hunting down the very person causing all the undead to rise. And she has two days to do it before the whole town turns into a scene from the Walking Dead.
Time to pull up your big girl panties and swig a little whiskey. Things are about to get interesting.
#6
Midlife Witch Hunter
2022
Gran used to say that a strong woman looks a challenge in the eye and gives it a wink. To be sure, flirting with challenges is a terrible idea. Ask me how I know.
All Bree really wants is to bury her head in the sand, somewhere in the south of France while a hot pool boy rubs lotion on her back.
Instead, Bree gets blackmailed by the Council of Savannah into a job she doesn’t want—though it does take her to France. They need her to bring a witch back to Savannah for a trial that Bree is sure is a load of hooey.
But not just any witch. The first one. The oldest one. The one who makes a t-rex look like he’s howling about a sore tooth. The one who makes the wicked witch of the west look like your sweet old nanny, the one who . . .well you get the picture.
Bree’s job? Find her. Befriend her. And convince her to come back to Savannah for safekeeping.
But someone else has gotten a head start, and their reasons for tracking down the miserable old witch are far worse than the council's reasons.
None other than a sexy, growly blacksmith with pretty eyes who makes Bree’s panties melt even though she knows he isn’t for her. And he is looking for the same miserable old lady.
Throw in a lovesick siren, and a slew of new problems, and you’ve got Bree’s next adventure busting at the seams. And no, it isn’t because her pants are too small.
#7
Midlife Magic Hunter
2022
Would you like an extra helping of hot flashes to go with that midlife crisis? Yeah, I thought not. And yet, here we are. Burning down buildings.
You know, dating in your forties should be easier. Should be. But it really isn’t. My first date in I don’t-know-how-long is broken up by my ex-husband. I mean, he’s dead, but still.
Then a cryptic note from a voodoo queen.
A siren who can’t keep it in his pants.
And a hot fae who seems to be everything I’ve ever wanted. Except that he’s not a certain blacksmith. I can deal, right?
Once more I am up against the dark council, fighting to discover and hide ingredients to a spell that would mean destruction for not only Savannah, but the world. I know who I can trust. And I know who I can’t.
Or so I think. With twisted spells afoot, hidden agendas and dark pathways, you’d think I’d be terrified.
But I’m not, because I have my friends, and they have my back. And my back? I’ve got my Advil for that.
#8
Midlife Soul Hunter
2023
You’d think I’d already been in hell, married to my ex. But just this one time, you’d be wrong.
Surprise, surprise, the Dark Council has been plotting to force my hand. They know that I love Crash. Yes, I said the L word.
And they know I’d do anything to bring him back from hell—even though it means it puts both our souls into great danger. And puts my knees into running mode. (Cue the Advil.)
Now, I’m headed straight into a hell that is straight out of a Greek Odyssey.
Cerberus, the Ferryman, and Hades himself better watch their backs, because even they won’t stop me and Feish from getting to Crash and finding a way to bring him home.
One way or another, I’m going to get my blacksmith back in arms.
And more preferably, finally in my bed.
#9
Midlife Vampire Hunter
2024
I had her in my arms, only to lose her moments later. Frantic doesn't even begin to describe my state of mind as I search for Bree. That search takes me deep into my past and to a family home that I swore I would never return to. To find Bree, I must face a queen I defied and a monster that wants my soul. All while being heckled by a demon-infested blade. Goddess help me succeed.
Being abducted by a woman who is supposed to be dead, and weirdly looks a heck of a lot like me, is disturbing. Being told my death is needed to complete a wicked spell and that I'll be turned into a vampire? Even more disturbing, I can't reach Crash or my friends. I have no idea where I am. My only ally? Alan. My ex-husband. Yup, you read that right, The path to the end of my story is shadowed in fog, danger, and mystery, but I begin to see through it as the players and truth emerge. And that sight shows me that the sliver of hope is worth hanging onto, that my friends are with me even when I cannot see them, and that a future free of those who mean us harm is possible. Even if it costs me more than I ever planned on paying.
Author
Shannon Mayer
Author · 96 books
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, I was born into a family of Star Wars nuts. I have a lot of siblings (somewhere I lost count but I think there was more than could be numbered on one hand) and being one of the young padawans I was subjected to Star Wars marathons, on a regular basis. If you've read any of my books you'll see there is often a reference to said movies as a small homage to my upbringing. May the force be with you and all that jazz. I started writing when I realized I didn't want to grow up not believing in magic, or not believing in creatures everyone else said didn't exist. That being said, I have never seen a fairy, unicorn or dragon. I had a neighbour who swore they fed the leprechauns in their garden, but I never caught the little buggers no matter how long I lay in wait. (And consequently had to help the neighbours plant new flowers to replace those I killed waiting for the leprechauns to show their faces.) Along the way, I found my husband who is the rock that keeps me from floating away into my dreams, and we have a little boy who is the centre of our world. Living on a farm keeps us busy (as if the writing wasn't enough) and I have more than my share of stories about wrestling with cows, helping birth calves and ending up in the creek during the process, falling in the mud (we'll call it mud but we all know that on a farm, mud is rarely mud) and chasing escaped livestock in the hopes the four legged convicts don't make it to the highway. I've taken up archery, and the goal is to move into horseback archery in time (you know, when I can hit the target on a consistent basis) and when no one is looking, I love to bake (this doesn't happen often as it's hard to keep the sweet treats in stock with two boys in the house.) As to what's coming next for me? More stories (since those never stop inside my head, I might as well share them with all of you!) and more adventures. Pretty much, when the fancy strikes, I'll jump on it. Leap before you look I'm sure that motto was created for me. Or was that . . . think big and dream bigger, ready, set, pull the trigger . . . yeah. That one is a good one too. But only if you have a gun. And are hunting elephants. Which is not cool because of so many reasons. Let's stick with the first one with an addendum. Leap before you look and let your dreams carry you on their wings. And that, my friends, is me in a nutshell.
