Desperate to get her life back on track, Brianna Haggarty has come home to Nowhere County to do one thing: build her grandmother a chicken coop to replace the one she burned down as a pot-smoking teenager. But when she arrives, her grandmother is gone. There’s absolutely nothing in her house—no furniture, not so much as a gum wrapper. The rest of the county’s residents have vanished, too. The Jabberwock took ‘em… that’s what the locals say. Dawson McCade is running for his life, hunted by assassins who would do anything to keep him from testifying. If he can just make it to the safe house in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky … But when he gets there, nobody’s home. They’ve vanished, along with everybody else in the county. Dawson runs from the insanity, crosses back over the Nowhere County line and forgets he was ever there. That’s the Jabberwock’s doin’ … or so the locals say. Cade returns, remembers, and forms an alliance with Brianna. He’ll help build her chicken house, she’ll keep him safe. Then the killers show up. Can they survive attacks by trained assassins and bring back the loved ones they've lost? Fans of Justified, Under The Dome, and LOST will feel right at home in Nowhere, USA
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I was born in Socorro, New Mexico, sometime shortly after the earth cooled off. It’s clear that from the outset my parents never intended for me to amount to anything. How could I? With a name like “Ninie?” Please. Fame and fortune do not come to people named Ninie Bovell (My maiden name.) Gabriella Bovary? You could work with that. Even something as pedestrian as Madeline Bovell or Rebecca Bovell or (though you’d lose points here for lack of originality) Elizabeth Bovell. But Ninie? I never had a chance. If I sound a mite hostile, bear in mind that in one decisive stroke my parents sentenced their precious newborn daughter to a lifetime of explanations that began my first day at Muleshoe Elementary School. (Yeah, Muleshoe. The hits just keep on coming.) After a painful week, I had a rap down that I still use today: “No, it’s not Ninnie like skinny and penny. It’s Ninie—rhymes with tiny and shiny. 9e…get it? And no, it doesn’t mean anything, it isn’t short for anything, long for anything, or a substitute for anything. It just is. (Pause here for the inevitable ‘Why?’) You got me, pal, I couldn’t tell you.” I grew up in Texas, got a BA in English and theatre from Texas Tech University and snagged a job as a newspaper reporter. Didn't know a thing about journalism, but my editor said if I could write he could teach me the rest of it and if I couldn't write the rest of it didn't matter. I hung in there for a 25-year career as a journalist. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, but as soon as I figured out that making up the facts was a whole lot more fun than reporting them, I never looked back. Now, I write suspense—every flavor except pistachio: psychological suspense, inspirational suspense, suspense thrillers, paranormal suspense, suspense mysteries. In every book I write I try to keep this promise to Loyal Reader: I will tell you a story in a distinctive voice you'll always recognize, about people as ordinary as you are—people who have been slammed by something they didn’t sign on for, and now they must fight for their lives. Then smack in the middle of their everyday worlds, those people encounter the unexplainable—and it's always the game-changer."
