Bøger udgivet af J L Wilson

Seven years ago, I was kidnapped and held against my will by a monster who made me his 'bride'. By the time I jumped out of a window and escaped, running naked through the snow to freedom, I was mangled into the person I am today, a scarred and crippled woman whose lover was brutally murdered, whose life was torn asunder, a creature who lost everything in those nights of terror. Have you ever wondered what happens to us afterward, to those who were missed? Have you ever wondered how we feel, how we adjust to 'real life' again? Have you ever wondered what would happen if we could face the nightmare? Have you ever wondered how good revenge might feel?

I thought I knew the dirt about an old Hollywood crime, a murder that was covered up by crooked cops and the studio. I decided to write a tell-all about the murder, hoping to flush out the killer who was responsible for the assault of a dear friend. I used a pen name so nobody would think that Mike Braddock, Hollywood's ex-leading man, was Micki Bradford, the Queen of Suspense. I didn't count on the book taking off like a rocket or the cops coming to my door, demanding to know how I knew the details about that old murder. I didn't count on being in demand as a conference speaker--well, not me, Mike, but me, Micki, being in demand. And I sure didn't count on going to a writer's conference in drag, to help find the killer and right an old wrong. I wasn't too worried. I was an actor, after all. I could pull off a couple of days, pretending to be a woman. Right?

My name is Celestine Delgardio. You may have heard of me. I've killed a few demons. And yes, I know. You thought I'd be bigger, didn't you? I get that all the time.I'm a guardian angel and I've been stuck at Saver level for a while now. I really want a promotion and wouldn't you know it, a good chance at one just fell in my lap. I was out on Celestial Service business and was called to help a man who was under attack. Turns out he was a demon and he called in a favor to get an angel to help him.Me.If I can help Griffen Hunter with his runaway daughter problem, I just might receive that promotion I've been angling to get for lo these many years. Of course, there's a flip side to that. There's always a flipside with the Service. If I fail, it could mean his soul, my soul, and maybe the fate of thousands.Oh, and let's not forget the wrath of a few archangels and the Big Guys from the demon side and my side.No pressure, right?Right.

Hello, dear reader: My name is Florence Pruitt. I'm a guardian angel. I was tasked with assisting a newly chosen angel learn the ropes (so to speak). He and I were given a mission - to save a young man who was in danger of his life.Tommy Boyd here: what Flo is trying to say is we were sent out to make sure nobody messed with Calvin Booker, an up-and-coming Army officer. His life was in danger and it was our job to make sure nothing happened to him during an upcoming field exercise.Flo again: yes, we are an unlikely pair to be sent on a rescue mission, but it was not our place to question The Powers Who Be. Somehow we managed to adopt a kitten along the way, we learned to trust each other, and we (ahem) discovered our own attraction for each other.Tommy: oh, yeah. We did. Heh.Flo: And we learned that there are many kinds of rescues, both for angels and humans.As long as I was willing to give my life to make it happen.

My name is Dorothy. I live in Kansas. I've seen a few tornadoes in my day, but nothing like the one that dropped my dead ex-husband, Wade, on my doorstep in a crushed motor home. Wade looked almost as beat up as the RV when he spilled from the back door, his red sneakers sticking out.That was just the beginning of a crazy Memorial Day weekend when I won a big contest (complete with cash and a car), was accosted by a studly FBI agent, uncovered an old case of blackmail, discovered my ex-love might still love me, dealt with the Wickeds motorcycle gang, managed the annual charity dog show...and nearly died from a gunshot wound.I almost had the feeling that I wasn't in Kansas anymore....

What would you do if the ghost of your dead husband showed up in your bedroom?My husband died two years ago, fighting a fire that killed a woman and a small child. On the anniversary of his death, John -- or John's ghost -- visited me. A new investigation into that fire was being launched, led by an FBI agent and aided by Dan Steele, an ex-cop whose wife also died in that fire.I always thought John was a hero, running into a burning building to rescue the people trapped there. And Dan always thought his wife was a victim, an innocent bystander in an arson crime.Discovering the truth about what happened that night will bring us together ... closely together. And that's when we discovered that we were both right ...... and we were both dead wrong.