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Wood introduced mystery and suspense enthusiasts to the feisty red-headed ex-cop, psychological profiler, and psychic detective Colbie Colleen. Throughout her life, she built walls around herself. Now, life challenges her safety net. Her security. Her relationships. She stands alone as she attempts to complete a puzzle from fragmented pieces, needing to trust her instincts, for she knows things are not as they seem.

To many, Shannon’s was the quintessential Irish pub - a brawl or two wasn’t out of the question, especially when interlopers decided to take matters into their own hands. The place where fishermen chose to meet, the fragrance of gutted fish was first to greet those brave enough to open the door. Most important? Tourists weren’t particularly welcomed. Keegan checked his watch, questioning whether he made the right decision - tipping a pint with someone he didn’t know wasn’t his thing, causing him to question ulterior motives.

When Decklin Kilgarry and Colbie Colleen join forces against a hush-hush and illicit environmental triumvirate, partners of Kilgarry, Bryson & Colleen find themselves mired in danger, intrigue, and murder. Unsuspecting of undercurrents catapulting them into risky and deadly situations, each embarks on a case separate from the others, their individual intentions clear . . .Get in, get out.

As candles flickered, she pulled out a small stool then sat, resting her palms gently on the surface of the smooth wood. Then, again reaching into her robe pocket, she pulled out a small, sepia-colored photograph, resting it against a plain, black urn. With candle flames mirrored in her eyes, Amelia lit the cigar with one of the candles, blowing its thick, acrid smoke at the photo—and, it was then she spoke, her words unintelligible. Chanting her desires, she gently picked up the photograph, raising it to her God.

She stood quietly for a few moments, enjoying the brief tranquility until a sudden, loud noise and bright, flaring light reflected from the buildings a few blocks away. What on earth? What is that? The light slowly diminished after pulsating several times in timed succession. She watched as it flickered out, quickly realizing she shouldn’t dally - there would be hell to pay if he discovered her taking a break.

Their distance provided a margin of safety, but only if they used hand weapons with a standard projectile. In the brief glimpse of them, there were no apparent weapons. He considered retreating - however, it was a choice against the nature of his people’s militaristic psychological makeup. Besides, they were walking for days since arriving in their new world, and at the forest’s edge was the first sighting of a species other than birds, animals, or critters that slither. Evidence of a civilized society did not exist - but they were not alone.

A hike. A portal. A journey. It was time. She retreated to her position directly in front of the archway feeling the immense void of the light’s source drawing her toward its opening, filling her with an almost physical compulsion to step inside. The voices! Closer now! With little time to think, her mind formed a picture of her mother looking back at her, smiling. “Oh, what the hell!”

When Decklin Kilgarry decided to accept an adjunct professorship at a prestigious, East Coast university, he never imagined he'd be embroiled in a mystery staged to challenge the most brilliant criminal minds. Nor did he think he might in a murderer's crosshairs . . .

Harry, too, was anything but trustworthy, a trait his son dutifully carried with a certain amount of pride. When a young lady - Harry called her a "gold-digging tart" - accused his son of fatherhood shortly after Halloween two decades prior, only a select few within the Stanton social circle had any idea of such a false atrocity. All rumors and gossip were quashed, of course, by the heavyweight politico no one chose to confront. Not only that, no one had the guts to call Harry Stanton exactly what he was....

Relics. Riddles. Reality. Nathan Moss stood, false bravado tanking with each passing second. It never occurred to him Clifford Rasmussen wouldn't agree to his new terms, and leaving without a briefcase full of cash wasn't exactly what Moss had in mind. When Colbie's Yucatan vacation for self-discovery shifts in an unexpected direction, she can't refuse when an old colleague suggests working together to solve the murder of archaeologist, Richard Sanderson.

Armond turned to him, his face refusing to disguise obvious disdain. As far as he was concerned, his directive was simple - one that should not have secured authorities' attention. Surely, now that the damage was done, there would be questions - a position he didn't relish. As he considered the issue, he also considered - again - if it were time to make changes within his organization. In that moment, Armond Coniglio made a decision. It was, indeed, time for a change.

In her fifth book, Chill of Deception: A Colbie Colleen Cozy Suspense Mystery, award-winning author Faith Wood transports listeners to the Deep South where Colbie tackles a mystery of murder and intrigue. In life, there are two constants - time and change. One begets the other - so, when Colbie's life shatters in the middle of a high-profile case, she reacts by retreating to her shadow world, closing off herself and her intuitive mind.

When Colbie learns her uncle in Wyoming is accused of a double murder, she vows to help as much as she can. She and Brian fly to Gillette, planning to stay a couple of weeks. But weeks turn into months as she partners with one of the finest attorneys in the West to free a family member she barely knows. Trial research reveals family secrets long held, urging Colbie to follow her ancestral trail. Not for the first time, she questions who she is and where she belongs.

In Apology Accepted, Colbie's confidence falters when she accepts a life-altering case, forcing her to step into her shadow world seeking comfort and safety. Fearful of losing her intuitive abilities, she feels fractured and incomplete as she struggles to regain control of her personal and professional lives.

Colbie decides to accept an investigation taking her to London and Cape Town. Since her lover’s kidnapping and eventual recovery in the cornerstone book of the series, the Accidental Audience, Colbie’s days transformed into something she didn’t recognize. Tattered feelings and memories littered her life, nudging her to change - so, when a colleague and friend requests her assistance on an art theft case, she accepts, only to find herself mired in intrigue far from her comfort zone.

Brian McCullough’s On the Edge of Now: Book IV - Fulcrum transcends time, transporting listeners to a world they never imagined. As the Travelers continue their search for the portal to lead them home, they find themselves embroiled in an epic civil war, unsure of where they are and for whom they stand. Ancestry, the future, and the environment play pivotal roles as Tag, Rose, Claire, and Devin come to grips with the fact they may never see home again.

While change is often a good thing, Decklin Kilgarry didn’t think it was necessarily so. After returning stateside following a prolonged period of time to figure out what the hell he was going to do with his life, realistic disappointment settled in, leaving him with one, stark realization....

Brian McCullough transports listeners to a time and place where humans must forfeit their freedom, forever doomed to unspeakable slavery and personal atrocities. Immersed in a cruel, corrupt, conquered society, the Travelers find themselves face-to-face with the overlords of a massive reptilian military whose sole purpose is to conquer the world. Armed with advanced Wave technology, the Lizards seek and destroy anything in their path - until they come face-to-face with Tag, Rose, Claire, and Devin. It’s only then things begin to change.

She sat back in the leather chair of the small executive jet, mentally cycling through what she had to accomplish prior to her arrival. Once she boarded the flight, both pilots were instructed to put the metal to the pedal, and neither questioned the dynamic woman who exuded a commanding presence—from their armed services experience, the knew when to obey a directive.

Moments later, a line of warriors appeared—four of them. Markings on their clothing, hair design, and style of weapons pointed to strangers from an unknown tribe. Ahote and Tocho figured they were probably passing through from the lowlands, hundreds of feet below where they currently traveled. But there was something about their demeanor Ahote didn’t like—they weren’t as alert as one would expect on the trail, especially in a strange area. No, the warriors appeared secretive in their movements, as though realizing they trespassed. Or something.