No Rest for the Wicked Teaser
Step into the shadowy world of paranormal intrigue with No Rest for the Wicked, the first book in an electrifying series featuring the enigmatic Max West. As a detective with a knack for uncovering supernatural secrets, Max navigates a labyrinth of spirits, dark rituals, and unspeakable horrors that defy the boundaries of reality. The clock is ticking, and each case pulls him deeper into a mystery that could shatter the veil between the living and the dead. Brace yourself for a twisting journey where every revelation poses a greater danger, and remember—there's no rest for the wicked. Keep your eyes peeled; this thrilling ride will be haunting bookstores before you know it. (Fingers Crossed!)
The neon glow of the Strip cast long shadows over the alleyway as Max West adjusted his leather jacket. Vegas had a way of hiding its ghosts in plain sight—bright lights, big smiles, and the unshakable feeling that something slithered just out of view.
Tonight was no different.
The case had started simple enough. A missing girl. Mia Davenport. Old money. The kind that didn’t lose people unless they wanted them lost. Her cousin, Audrey, had shown up at Benny’s gym looking out of place among the sweat and spit of fighters. She had that blue-blood confidence, but Max saw the cracks—fear gnawed at the edges of her words. She needed him, but more than that, she needed someone who knew where to look when the usual answers weren’t enough.
Max wasn’t in the business of finding people who didn’t want to be found. But he knew the look in Audrey’s eyes. She believed Mia hadn’t run off on some spoiled rich-girl bender. Something darker was at play.
The Davenports had secrets, and they kept them well.
“Mia was different,” Audrey confided. “She never bought into the family’s... traditions.”
“What kind of traditions are we talking about?” Max asked.
Audrey hesitated. “She said our ancestors believed in something more than money. That they carried on rituals tied to an ancient bloodline. She thought it was all nonsense, but lately, she’d been digging. Asking questions.”
“And then she vanished.”
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Following the trail leads Max to the underbelly of Vegas, places where the real power resided. Private clubs where the elite indulged in more than just expensive liquor. Whispers of ritual sacrifice. Reincarnation. Deals made with things that didn’t belong in this world.
He wasn’t alone in his search. Someone—something—was watching. Following. Testing how close he’d get before they decided to cut the string.
The Davenports weren’t just rich. They were gatekeepers of something far older.
And Mia? She’d found out the cost of digging too deep.
Max had been down this road before.
But this time, the darkness was ready for him.
