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ICE SCREAM 


YOU CAN’T SCREAM

Somewhere in the vast Alaskan wilderness hides a psychotic monster. His methods are unlike any other serial killer to date. He likes his women cold, frozen to be exact. Once finished with a victim, he displays her like a twisted piece of art.

YOU CAN’T RUN

FBI Agent Annie Thomas is on leave after the loss of her fiancé, Matt Locklear. She has spent the better part of a year in his one-bedroom cabin in the wilds of Alaska. Lately she’s had the feeling of being watched. Is her self-imposed exile getting the better of her?

YOU CAN’T HIDE

Homicide Detective Stone Wooshkeetaan has become a driven man. He would work 24/7 if he could, anything to prevent him from sleeping. He’s the one who found the mutilated body of his friend, Matt, an image that has haunted his dreams ever since.
                                                         
YOU CAN’T MOVE

It’s the day after Christmas and Draper’s Pond is filled with the sound of laughing children as they race around on the ice trying out their new skates. Little do they know a dark cloud looms ahead. Two little girls are holding hands and spinning as fast as they can until they break apart. One goes sliding into a snow bank. Once she rises, a blood curdling scream rips from her tiny throat, silencing the crowd. Directly below her is the body of a woman trapped under the ice; her hands up as if warding off an attack, her mouth frozen in a silent scream.
                                                   
HE WINS

The woman’s death was not an accident and Stone is certain this isn’t the killer’s first victim. He asks Annie to help him prove it, but before long the investigation takes a sinister turn. The bodies of women start showing up all over the Mat-Su Valley looking like horrific ice sculptures. Now Annie and Stone are on the hunt for a sadistic killer hiding in a state over twice the size of Texas and largely comprised of uninhabited wilderness.  They must capture this beast before he finishes his perverse agenda and disappears…

AGAIN.

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LAST SCREAM 


EACH SCREAM COULD BE YOUR LAST

He kidnaps them. Punishes them. Sends them to Hell. Then displays them so everyone recognizes them as sinners.

IF HE FINDS YOU

Texas Ranger William Thomas, is called to a gruesome scene where the nude body of a mutilated woman has been found. Kneeling. Trussed to a tree. Hands bound together in prayer. Cradling something ghastly in her arms. No sooner does he catch the case, when the FBI swoops in to steal it.

HE WILL NEVER 

Special Agent Savannah St. Germaine, is working a case in Louisiana where a killer has been staging macabre scenes right out of the Bible. When a similar MO shows up in Texas, she’s certain it's the same monster and heads to Austin to investigate further. Her suspicions are confirmed, but the powers that be aren't willing to hand over the case. If she wants to work it, she'll have to partner up with one of their own.

LET YOU GO

Lorelei Hamilton finally gets the nerve to leave her abusive husband. Everything is well thought out. She’ll ditch her car, dump her cell phone, change her name and establish a new identity. But she hadn't planned on being abducted by a sadistic maniac who makes her husband's violent outbursts look like child's play.

Now Will and Savy are on the hunt for the most prolific serial killer the South has ever seen. Can they catch him before he claims his next victim?
 
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NIGHT SCREAM


NO ONE WILL HEAR YOU SCREAM

A psychotic killer terrorizing a small mountain town sets his sights on those hunting him.            

Special Agent Cody Thomas, from the FBI’s Violent Crimes Unit in Los Angeles, decides to take a week off in the small mountain town of Big Bear. Do a little fishing, a little hiking.

HE'S WATCHING

Deputy Jilly Reid left the Central Homicide Unit of San Bernardino and moved up the mountain to her hometown to get away from death and the devastating things people do to one another. Handing out parking tickets all day is just fine with her.


No sooner does Cody hit the town when he runs into Jilly, a girl he knew in high school. But there's no time to reminisce, she's in a hurry. An incoherent call came into dispatch. A fisherman down in Hunters Cove is carrying on about finding dead women.  A lot of them.

HE'S WAITING

Cody joins Jilly on the call. What they find doesn’t belong in the sleepy little town. An underwater graveyard. A deranged killer used the lake as a dump site. Seven mutilated bodies. Chained by their feet to cinder blocks. Fish food.  Completely unrecognizable.  The only assumption is they’re women because of their long flowing tresses waving back and forth in the current.  Their distorted faces set in a silent scream for all eternity.

HE'S PISSED

The victims had obviously been in the water for some time, so naturally Cody and Jilly think the killer is long gone. Until he begins taunting them. He’s out there watching their every move and letting them know he could take them out whenever he wants. Then women begin disappearing at an alarming rate.

YOU'RE DEAD

Now they must stop this sadistic killer or die trying.

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SANDMAN 



BEWARE THE SANDMAN—HE’LL PUT YOU TO SLEEP. . .FOREVER

A serial killer on the loose, a woman with a psychotic stalker and a homicide detective who must find the connection before it’s too late.

He collects women. Imprisons them. Plays with them. Tortures them. He gathers souvenirs. His trophies are many.

LOCK YOUR DOORS AND PULL THE SHADES

Meagan McInnis is being psychologically tormented. Her dog has become restless. He barks incessantly, but when peering out into the darkened abyss, there’s no one in sight. The image of a pair of eyes staring back from the pitch haunts her. The phone startles her awake, only dead air answers her plea. Until the night she stumbles upon a grisly display in her garden.

THE CALLER IS SILENT NO MORE
   
Seasoned, Homicide Detective, J.J. Thomas, is working his most horrific case to date, and he’s seen some pretty gruesome things in his time. The monster he’s hunting ranks up there with Ed Gein. He wouldn’t be surprised to find lampshades made out of human skin in the psycho’s living room.

THEY CALL HIM THE SANDMAN

With no one else available, Thomas is called out to a crime scene in the wee hours of the morning. He’s told to pass the case off as soon as possible, so he can focus on his own investigation. But that’s before he realizes the ghastly exhibit and his case are linked.  Better yet, that Meagan McInnis, is the key to discovering the Sandman’s true identity.

SWEET DREAMS

With his department grossly understaffed, only he and his partner, Shadowhawk, can see to Meagan’s safety. At the same time delve deep into her past to uncover just how she became the obsession of this sadistic killer before she becomes his next prize.

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Please Note: All the book in this series are stand alone. No need to read them in order. 

Morgan Hannah MacDonald writes Romantic Thrillers that are NOT for the faint of heart. She's held many positions in her life including as a teller where her hands and feet were bound while armed robbers took over the bank.  Years later she discovered she'd dated a serial killer.  That's when she knew her destiny was in writing, because strange things do happen to real people. She belongs to RWA, International Thriller Writers and Sisters In Crime. She resides in San Diego, California, where she is busy working on her next novel.  She loves to hear from readers.
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No one will hear you scream...

A serial killer terrorizing a small mountain town sets his sights on those hunting him.              

Cody Thomas is an FBI agent working the Violent Crimes Unit in Los Angeles, California when he takes a week off to decompress in his hometown of Big Bear. 

He's watching.

Jilly Reid has left the Central Homicide Unit of San Bernardino and moved up the mountain to her hometown of Big Bear to get away from death and her cheating ex-husband. 

He's waiting

No sooner does Cody arrive in town when he runs into Jilly, a girl he knew in high school. But there's no time to reminisce, she's in a hurry. An incoherent call came into dispatch. A fisherman down in Hunters Cove is carrying on about finding dead women.  

A lot of them.

Cody blackmails Jilly into letting him ride along. What they find is an underwater grave. A serial killer is using the lake to dump his victims. Seven women, brutally tortured, are chained to cinderblocks, their long tresses waving back and forth with the current. 

Their faces set in a silent scream for all eternity.

At first they think the killer is long gone, but soon they learn he's watching Cody and Jilly. Taunting them. Then women start disappearing at an alarming rate.

He's pissed.

Meagan McInnis and J. J. Thomas go to meet his brother Cody at the family cabin for spring break. But relaxing is the last thing they get when her sister, Bridget, goes missing.

You're dead.

Now the clock is ticking. Can the killer be stopped before time runs out?

A glimpse of the next spine tingling thriller from Morgan Hannah MacDonald...

Big Bear Lake, California

  The sun had yet to show its face over the surrounding mountain peaks. The deep purple sky streaked with fuchsia, then a lighter pink scattered throughout cotton candy clouds. The lake was smooth as glass. Not another living soul in sight. 
Just the way he liked it. Just him and the fish.
Dale Tucker climbed into his skiff with his poles, tackle box, a blanket and large thermos of coffee. After depositing the items on the floor of the boat, he leaned over and snatched the ice chest from the dock. Then he freed the rope securing the small craft to the piling. 
    Before he sat, he placed the folded blanket on top of the metal seat. Dale pulled up the collar of his insulated windbreaker before yanking the cord on the outboard motor. It was forty degrees when he'd left the cabin, but once the boat got going, the chill factor would ratchet up a few knots. 
Dale motored the boat across the lake to a new spot he'd heard about the day before over breakfast at the Teddy Bear restaurant. Overheard would be more apt. He'd listened as some old coot bragged about all the bass he'd caught there. Dale cut the engine and let the boat drift. First things first, he baited his hook and threw it in the water. Letting the current pull it along. Then poured himself a cup of steaming coffee.
All at once, rays of sunlight broke through the trees on the snow covered peaks above, skipping across the water, making it glisten. He took a deep breath, the aroma of pine filled his senses. Spring was in the air, Blue Jays squawked and a couple of squirrels chattered away as they chased each other along a tree branch. A splash sounded in the distance as a fish jumped out of the water. Before he'd finished his first cup of coffee, he felt a tug on his line. 
A few hours later, with four healthy bass in his cooler, Dale was ready to head home. He glanced around and noticed he'd floated some distance from his original spot. He searched the shoreline and realized he was just off of Hunters Cove. He'd be back. After packing everything up, he stood and pulled the ripcord on the motor. It started right up, but the boat didn't move. 
The water churned with bubbles, but the blade seemed to be stuck. The smell of the motor burning reached him and he shut the engine down immediately. From where he stood, he couldn't see the problem. He tried to pull the motor up, but it wouldn't budge. It was caught on something.
He grabbed his knife and jumped into the lake. He gasped at the frigid temperature and made a mental note to act quickly. He gulped a lung full of air and dove. He'd expected to find a tree limb snagging the boat, instead something had wrapped itself around the actual blade itself. 
His eyes scanned down its length where he noticed a strange phenomenon. It looked like some sort of sea grass waving back and forth with the current. The colors changed from black, red, and brown. It was kind of cool. Dale didn't have a clue what it could be, he'd never seen anything like it. He kicked to the surface and took another deep breath before investigating further. 
Dale swam past the grass. It took a few seconds for his brain to comprehend exactly what he was seeing. His eyes widened. The air escaped his lungs in a rush. He scissor kicked and pulled himself up as fast as possible. When he breached the surface, he greedily sucked for air. A scream was not far behind.
It was not a new exotic plant.
It was hair. 
Long, beautiful manes of hair still attached to the heads of what had once been women. He'd found himself a watery grave. The image would be ingrained in his memory forever. Chained by their ankles to large cinderblocks were several naked bloated bodies.
Their faces set in silent screams for all eternity. 

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Morgan Hannah MacDonald writes Romantic Thrillers that are NOT for the faint of heart. She has held many positions , including  bank teller where her hands and feet were bound while armed robbers took over the bank.  Then a few years later she learned she'd dated a serial killer. That's when she began writing, because strange things do happen to real people. She belongs to Romance Writers of America, the San Diego Chapter, as well as the Kiss of Death Chapter. She resides in San Diego, California where she is busy working on her next novel.  She can be found at www.morganhannahmacdonald.com. She loves to hear from readers. Write her at morganwrites@yahoo.com. LIKE her on Facebook to receive all upcoming announcements. MorganHannahMacDonald.Author.

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