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Called to investigate a mystery at a local gypsum mine, paranormal detective Tempest Michaels expects to find a rational explanation for the strange events.... Instead, he discovers a body and a horrified staff. Recent earthworks exposed something ancient, twisted, and above all evil. It has claimed one life already, and the staff is terrified for who might be next.

This anthology gathers some of the finest indie horror and zombie authors together in one amazing collection of incredible tales from all across the United Kingdom. Fifteen amazing masters of the craft entertain listeners with 15 thrilling zombie stories set in the United Kingdom.

'Twas the day before Christmas and Michael Michaels is about to upset his wife. Recent adventures with his son, Tempest, have piqued his need for a little more action in his life...but when he finds himself facing off against a giant ghoul a few hours later, he begins to think he should have listened to Mary and stayed at home.

A love story set against the backdrop of the First World War, the events in Lethbridge unfold in disparate locales, from London to Boston, from Maine to Niagara Falls, from the trenches of wartime France to the military hospitals of England. Yet the lives of its three protagonists come together in one place: the frontier western Canadian city of Lethbridge, Alberta. Inspired by a true story, Lethbridge author Terry McConnell tells the tale of an English lad abandoned by his family, and a young American escaping the tyranny of his own father.

My name's Jane Butterworth. For me, the paranormal is just a day job. I work at the Blue Moon Investigation Agency, a firm that specialises in cases that no one else will take, cases that start at strange and unexplainable and tier rapidly south from there.

Along the edges of darkness, a war of attrition rages between the demon plane and the Tehrex Realm. Dark Warriors alone stand between humans and the evil that seeks to destroy them. Zander Tarakesh, the sexy as sin vampire king, leads the battle. Zander is battle-hardened and accustomed to command, yet wrestles to regain control when his Fated Mate is propelled into his world, bombarding him with unfamiliar emotions. His life depends on him uniting with Elsie, the slip of a mortal, who unknowingly protects a vital piece of his soul.

Journalist John Hunt is known for taking any risk necessary to get the story. That is until his careless ambition leads to a hefty price. Reporting in Syria, John leads his cameraman Andrew three miles out of the safe zone. An explosion strikes. No one should have survived. But John did. After six months of rehabilitation, John is finally out of the hospital, he’s also out of work, and a horrific disfigurement is a constant reminder of that day.

Look who is back! Kevin is back, but now he is working on cases. Then, something goes down that no one had any clue of, that is, until Kevin accidentally stumbles upon it.

Nothing fazes the sexy Russian. But how will he cope, when he finds out the tragedy that's befallen his comrade, the only man he calls Brother? When Rytsar can find no escape, he turns to Faelan to watch over Brie. The Russian should be dead, but his loyalties run as deep as his kinky passions and there is a promise Rytsar must keep.

Tatyana Grishin hates the Institute. The idea of women like her being stripped bare, spanked until they learn obedience, and then used for the enjoyment of powerful men isn't just wrong, it's disgusting. If only thoughts of being taken there against her will didn't leave her soaking wet. When a secretive organization gives her the chance to infiltrate and hopefully bring down the Institute, she jumps at the chance. After all, she'll just be pretending to blush, beg, and climax over and over as her stern, ridiculously handsome trainer ravages her virgin body in every way.

Fire. Every creature fears it. Except one. When a call late one evening leads Jane to Buckingham Palace, she holds no concern the dragon they want her to investigate is real. Until she gets there, that is.

When a newspaper ad typo sends all manner of daft paranormal enquiries his way, PI Tempest Michaels has no sense of the trouble and danger heading his way. In no time at all, he has multiple cases to investigate, but it’s all ridiculous nonsense like minor celebrity Richard Claythorn, who believes he is being stalked by a werewolf and a shopkeeper in a nearby village with an invisible thief.

Tempest Michaels is going undercover with best friend Big Ben to find out why his dad was found unconscious and stuffed into a wheelie bin. There is no client this time, just a definite need to find someone worthy of a jolly good punch in the pants. With strange noises coming through the floor of the rigging room and reports of ghosts seen at night wearing the uniform of 18th-century Royal Navy officers, the chaps set out to unravel the mystery, but is there more going on than a simple fake haunting?

On the slopes of the French Alps, there is blood on the snow. Something abominable is striking fear into the inhabitants and visitors of a remote ski resort. Tempest Michaels isn’t worried though, the Yeti will just be a smokescreen designed to focus attention away from the real crime. It will just be a man in a suit; it always is. But the client is the owner of a hotel which means he’s got an all-expenses-paid break in the magnificent mountains while he tries to solve his latest case. He couldn’t be happier.

Gold coins from a centuries-old sunken treasure ship have been found on the beach in Cawsand. This would be no cause for Tempest Michaels to take notice, but a man murdered by the ghost of a dead pirate come to claim back the gold? That ticks all his boxes. Tempest, oblivious to the events in Cawsand and believing he was overdue a week off, has traveled to Cornwall with his dogs for some relaxation and perhaps a cream tea or two. Well, fat chance of that, because he is hip-deep in murderous ghosts before he finishes his second pint.

Jane is missing. Taken by a serial killed known only as the Sandman, Tempest and friends must unravel the clues to find her before night falls. Why so soon? Because that is when he kills his victims, bringing them dreams as he sings them to sleep, just like in the song. The police won’t even acknowledge the serial killer exists which leaves them on their own, sifting through Jane’s notes and piecing together fractured clues and half-baked theories in a desperate scramble to find the man at the core of this mystery. However, the Sandman wants to be found.

Tempest Michaels is once again investigating ridiculous cases that are clearly not even slightly paranormal in nature, but his daily menu of fun is interrupted by a plague of men dressed in garish outfits with twisted clown makeup as they terrorize the Kent towns and villages with ever-escalating and more-frequent attacks.

When two bikers are found half-eaten, the coroner’s report records an animal attack. But England doesn’t have any large predators. Unless you count werewolves. Tempest Michaels, paranormal detective, gets hired by the dead bikers’ gang to find out what happened and point the finger at a new rival motorcycle club in the next town. Calling themselves the Herne Bay Howlers, they proudly display a werewolf on their jackets, and they are far from your average Hell’s Angels.

In the brooding, dark landscape of England, with its rolling hills and forgotten castles, the dark breeds evil in every shadow. Well, almost every shadow. Some of them have stupid in them instead.

Tempest Michaels is back! His office burned down, his love life is a joke, and he is convinced he is getting fat. It's the perfect time for a new case, then. The client is the son of a man who was killed in freak accident - struck by lightning. That doesn't sound very paranormal until you learn that he was inside his house when it happened and his heart exploded out of his chest. There are eldritch runes drawn on the victim’s house and his wife has been seen colluding with a mysterious old crone. Is there witchcraft being practiced in the nearby village of East Malling? The client certainly thinks so.