Jonathan Kellerman Latest Novel Novels & Stories

“He’s been copying people’s handwriting for months. As… practice.” Kael’s eyes widened. “Practice for what?!” “To write a very accurate fantasy novel about us,” Jonel whispered. “A long one.” Silence fell. Mara stared. “We’re being destabilized by an introverted author?” Kael crossed his arms. “Tragic, but believable.” Warren stood. “Where is he now?” “We think still on the roof,” Grayson said. “He’s been living up there.” “Living?” Jonel nodded again. “He likes the privacy.”

Fate had granted him only a little daughter, now three years old, named Lotus. On one of those seemingly endless summer days he was poring over his books in the library. Overcome with the heat, his head had sunk down and his forehead lay against the edge of the table. As he dropped off to sleep he seemed to be wandering through an unknown dream-land. Kazuma sat nearby. II

"Jace, finally Solinap started to talk. Him and Lauren are both connected to Italian mafia. That's why they get away easily with their plans of troubling Ms. Miller. He also said that Lauren has been planning to kill her daughter for so long!" "Okay Taylor got it! I think I know who can help us do our work faster. I'll call you back!" he quickly cut the call and dial another. "Whoa! The great Jace Keller called me!" the guy on the other line said with enthusiasm.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

the stranger spoke with sarcasm. "It's Kellerman, right? And one more thing: tell him that he should keep on with all his games. Bravo!! He…"I confronted Jackson's kidnappers. He cut the call. Oh my God, what the fuck, why has Kellerman been so wicked? Why has he planned to ruin my life ever since our divorce? It's just so embarrassing; I thought crying as the phone fell out of my hand out of shock that Jackson had been kidnapped. In just a flash, at the snap of a finger, Jackson was declared disabled; the other, a sudden takeover of the company, and now Kellerman has Jackson. What a perfect game player he is, I felt in my grumbling thoughts.

It felt heavy in his hand, a reminder of their new, dangerous universe. The elevator descent was like leaving a bunker. The underground parking level was deserted, with one of Clarkson's personal security men standing guard and nodding curtly. Slammed open the heavy service door onto a poorly lit side street, Jonah was hit with the disordered, alive smell of the city—wet cement, oily food, exhaust. It was alive. It was a relief.

I stare at the city beyond the glass, lights blurring into patterns that look almost like order if you squint hard enough. Julian Kerr believes truth is a weapon. Ethan Cross believes legacy is a verdict. And Lydia—brilliant, wounded Lydia—is about to learn that when giants collide, they don’t see who they crush beneath them. I gather my files and shut down the screens. The next move won’t be public. It won’t be kind. And it won’t leave any of us unchanged. As I reach for my coat, a final message flashes across my phone—this one unmistakably Julian’s:

Yardley Novellas: A Season in Hell by Kenneth W. Cain Quiet Places: A Novella of Cosmic Folk Horror by Jasper Bark The Final Reconciliation by Todd Keisling Run to Ground by Jasper Bark Devourer of Souls by Kevin Lucia Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love by Mercedes M. Yardley Wind Chill by Patrick Rutigliano Little Dead Red by Mercedes M. Yardley Sleeper(s) by Paul Kane Stuck On You by Jasper Bark Anthologies: