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FBI agent Christian Windsor’s life rests in the hands of a madman, Charles Twaller. His only hope of salvation? The person who waged war against the entire FBI. His former partner. The genius. The psychopath. Luke Titan. FBI Director Alan Waverly sees none of this, though. He only knows Titan escaped and his two agents are missing. Most likely dead. To Waverly, Titan won the war. Going against everything he believes in, Waverly refuses to let Titan escape. He makes a phone call and steps outside of the law. He hires a killer unlike any of them have seen. He hires an animal. Now, the world already on a fire, a ruthlessness is let loose into it. The animal has only one objective: kill Luke Titan and anyone around him. Can anyone survive, or will the animal feast on them all? Get your copy of this break-neck thriller today!
Author
I used to deliver pizza. I was pretty good at it, too. I mean, it's not that hard, but if I'm not going to brag, who is, right? Anyways, so I'm delivering pizza while I'm in college, and my boss has been in the pizza industry like six years. He's supposed to graduate from college this year, and I ask him, what are you going to do after college? We're all supposed to go out and conquer the world right after college, so this guy has to have some kind of plan. He looked at me like I was delusional. "I'm a writer, man." Those four words changed my life more so than anything else ever spoken to me. I'd always written, since I was twelve participating in online-wrestling forums in which you acted out your character. I wrote because it came naturally. Never once, in the entirety of my nineteen years did I think that writing could be a career though, until a Pizza Sage said those four words to me. So what did I do? I went home and wrote a short story and immediately understood that I was the greatest writer to ever touch a keyboard. I brought it to the Pizza Sage and he told me what anyone could have told me—it was horrible. I might be dumb, probably am, but I'm also tenacious. I spent the next seven years writing almost every day. My first novel grew to the length of 40,000 words, then I threw it away. My second novel grew to 140,000 words. I didn't throw it away, but it was rejected about 50 times by agents. My next novel ended up at around 55,000 words, which I showed to a few friends and shelved. Then I wrote Dead Religion, which is the only reason I have an author page at Amazon. I have had four short stories published, paid and unpaid. 'Effects May Vary' won an award that was voted on by readers, which was pretty cool. I'm currently getting my Masters in Business at the University of Georgia's Terry School of Business. I'm doing this in order to not deliver pizzas but still keep the lights on. I have a girlfriend who will soon be my fiancé, and after ten years, I imagine she's ready for that title. I want to own a yacht.
