The End Of Desire: A Rowan Gant Investigation (Miranda Trilogy...

EVIL HAS A NAME, AND IT IS MIRANDA Getting lost is easy when you chase shadows in the dark, but when you do it on your own, with no official sanction, and on unfamiliar ground, getting dead can be an even bigger worry. Post-Katrina New Orleans is a far cry from Saint Louis where this all began, and chasing a twisted, Hoodoo-magic-practicing, female serial killer here, then playing hide-and-seek with her throughout this flood-ravaged city isn’t something I’d normally consider doing… However, here I am, with no authority, no backup, and breaking all the rules—including my own. What can I say? We do what we must, and for me, this goes beyond a mere imperative. The life and sanity of someone I hold dear hinges on it. My name is Rowan Gant. I’m a Witch with an unfortunate curse—I can hear the voices of the dead. As you probably guessed by the fact that I call it a curse, I’m not overly fond of the affliction. It brings me nothing but grief, including a second career consulting for the police to help track down killers, mostly because the dead people who do the loudest talking are the victims of those very same killers. But this time it’s different. I’m off the books, and the cops aren’t very happy about that. I’m also chasing someone who appears to have even more clout with the dead than I do, and that definitely doesn’t bode well. However, she made a big mistake—she came after my wife. When she crossed that line, she started something I don’t think she expected. Now, I’m going to finish it, even if she kills me…

From the Inside Flap

Just Imagine... It's 2:17 AM.You've only slept 4 hours out of the past 48. You have a blinding headache that would make a migraine seem like a pleasant distraction. On top of that, the handful of aspirin you took for it 30 minutes ago is making your stomach churn in a very unpleasant way.Now, just imagine that even with all of that making your life a living hell, it doesn't end there. Instead of being at home where you can suffer in private, you are on the opposite side of town, standing smack dab in the middle of a disgustingly brutal crime scene--the third in as many days.Cops and evidence techs are watching with jaded expressions as you literally channel the final moments of the murder victim's life through your own mind and body, right before their eyes.The horror... The fear... The pain...You see and feel it all, as if your own isn't already enough...And, by the way, even though the cops asked you to be here, most of them think you belong in an institution, specifically one that is outfitted with padded walls.Yeah, I know... It sounds like some kind of nightmare, doesn't it? Well, welcome to my world. Be glad you aren't me because this curse that is my life doesn't stop at being a nightmare.No. It is all too real...My name is Rowan Gant, and I'm the unofficial Witch for the Greater Saint Louis Major Case Squad.I'd quit the job, but the dead won't let me...

About the Author

A member of the ITW (International Thriller Writers), M. R. Sellars is a relatively unassuming homebody who, in his own words, considers himself just a "guy with a lot of nightmares and a word processing program." He is the author of the award-winning Rowan Gant Investigations series, and recently launched the Special Agent Constance Mandalay series.

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