Jack Hall and his friend and partner Ryan McKenzie grew up together in the country just outside of Fort Wayne, Indiana. They grew up on farms that their families had owned for generations. The two boys did not have the love for farming, or the will to continue their families legacy, as their fathers and grandfathers did. They wanted adventure and excitement.

Jack and Ryan, two bondsmen from Indiana, are in for the adventure of their lives. Hired to track down and arrest Frank Tugle, they had no idea that Frank was a serial killer with a lust for blood. Are our heroes really tracking Frank, or is Frank tracking them? You'll have to figure that out on your own in this suspense filled book. Who will live and who will die? One thing is for sure. Not everyone will come out alive and well.

Jack and Ryan are back, and they have a new case. This time they have to track a vampire, or at least a man that believes himself to be one. Peter Mathews is a victim of a horrible upbringing, but does that excuse him for his actions as an adult? Is he really a vampire? These are just a couple of the questions that run through the bounty hunters' minds as they hunt for their fugitive on their most gruesome case yet.Follow along with the heroes as they stumble across corpses, rescue victims, and try to stop the crazed serial killer before he strikes again. Try to figure out if Peter is one of the undead, or just a psychotic man that's fallen victim to his own delusions.

Peter Sagal, the host of NPR’s Wait Wait...Don’t Tell Me! and a popular columnist for Runner’s World, shares “commentary and reflection about running with a deeply felt personal story, this book is winning, smart, honest, and affecting. Whether you are a runner or not, it will move you” (Susan Orlean). On the verge of turning forty, Peter Sagal—brainiac Harvard grad, short bald Jew with a disposition towards heft, and a sedentary star of public radio—started running seriously. And much to his own surprise, he kept going, faster and further, running fourteen marathons and logging tens of thousands of miles on roads, sidewalks, paths, and trails all over the United States and the world, including the 2013 Boston Marathon, where he crossed the finish line moments before the bombings. In The Incomplete Book of Running, Sagal reflects on the trails, tracks, and routes he’s traveled, from the humorous absurdity of running charity races in his underwear—in St. Louis, in February—or attempting to “quiet his colon” on runs around his neighborhood—to the experience of running as a guide to visually impaired runners, and the triumphant post-bombing running of the Boston Marathon in 2014. With humor and humanity, Sagal also writes about the emotional experience of running, body image, the similarities between endurance sports and sadomasochism, the legacy of running as passed down from parent to child, and the odd but extraordinary bonds created between strangers and friends. The result is “a brilliant book about running…What Peter runs toward is strength, understanding, endurance, acceptance, faith, hope, and charity” (P.J. O’Rourke).

"Obscured from our view of slaves and masters in America is a critical third party: the state, with its coercive power. This book completes the grim picture of slavery by showing us the origins, the nature, and the extent of slave patrols in Virginia and the Carolinas from the late seventeenth century through the end of the Civil War. Here we see how the patrols, formed by county courts and state militias, were the closest enforcers of codes governing slaves throughout the South. Mining a variety of sources, Sally Hadden presents the views of both patrollers and slaves as she depicts the patrols, composed of “respectable” members of society as well as poor whites, often mounted and armed with whips and guns, exerting a brutal and archaic brand of racial control inextricably linked to post–Civil War vigilantism and the Ku Klux Klan. City councils also used patrollers before the war, and police forces afterward, to impose their version of race relations across the South, making the entire region, not just plantations, an armed camp where slave workers were controlled through terror and brutality."

No one comes between a wolf and their fated mate. Werewolf Laina Flynn has been dodging pressure to mate for years. The successful veterinarian may be Fireborn pack royalty, but she’s happy to leave raising pups to her alpha brother Silas. So when a human triggers her mating instinct, no one is more surprised than her. As the face of Hunt Club, Kyle Kingsley is no stranger to doing things out of obligation and responsibility. The public demands that he uphold the lifestyle the club has come to embody, even if his playboy persona is all a lie. No surprise then that Kyle volunteers to care for his recently deceased father's dog, even if the mutt is roughly the size of a barn. But when he lands in the clinic of Dr. Laina Flynn, her presence draws out something wild and untamed within him that has nothing to do with his new pet. An act of violence on Fireborn shifting grounds drives Laina into hiding... and into Kyle’s arms. Instant attraction develops into something more when fated bonds challenge everything.

A race against time… Detective Trace Barrington enjoys his quiet life as a detective in the small country town of Broken where he grew up. Crime is generally limited to break and enters, domestic disputes, and the occasional drug bust. But when fourteen-year-old autistic boy Oscar Webster goes missing, all of Trace’s detective skills are put to work. Cassie Wester is Oscar’s sister. She’s taken care of him most of her life. Now he’s gone missing after a nasty argument with their stepfather and no one knows where he is. Oscar has run away before, but not for this long and never overnight. He’s terrified of the dark. Now Trace is responsible for finding him. As each day passes, the likelihood of finding the young boy alive decreases. Will Trace find Oscar before it’s too late…? USA Today bestselling author Chris Taylor's latest book doesn't disappoint. Start reading today!