Bud Hutchins Supernatural Thrillers by JB Michaels Book Tour and Giveaway :)
The
Order of St. Michael
Bud
Hutchins Supernatural Thrillers Book 1
by
JB Michaels
Genre:
Supernatural Suspense, Urban Fantasy
What
do you get when you pair a smart-mouthed geek with a fake English
accent and a disciplined, headstrong woman with incredible powers?
Meet
Bud Hutchins, a socially awkward super genius who talks too much and
can’t get out of his own way. Will he heed the call to join the
Order and save humanity?
Eh,
maybe.
Meet
Maeve, a beautiful young woman who happens to be a monk of an ancient
Order tasked with keeping evil spirits at bay and saving Bud Hutchins
from himself.
She
rolls her eyes. Alot.
In
this globe-trotting, action-packed supernatural thriller, our heroes
fight to contain an ancient evil that calls from beyond.
It’s
time for you to join the Order. Battle monsters. Avenge the dead and
save the natural world from supernatural destruction.
"Check
the desk for more shells." Bud
walked to the mahogany desk. On the floor behind the desk was a dead
man with a box of shotgun shells spilled next to him. The man looked
emaciated not from decay but from starvation. Bud collected the
shotgun shells, placed them in the box, and stood ready to provide
ammo. "Don't
just stand there. Let's move the desk to the door so we can slow them
some more!" Maeve grabbed an end of the desk. Bud shut the door
and grabbed the other side of the desk. "How
long do you think this desk will hold them off?" "Not
very long at all. That is why I have the shotgun." Bud
handed her two shells when the first thump on the door rattled the
bookshelves of the old library. Bud's heartbeat quickened. THUMP.
The second pound knocked some books off the shelves. The dust
billowed as the books hit the hardwood floor. "Is
the gun even operational?" Maeve
loaded two shells into the double barrel and waited. THUMP.
The third impact showed a crack in the door. "How,
might I inquire, did you learn how to load, handle, and presumably
shoot a gun that size?" Bud asked. "My
uncle took me hunting." Maeve lifted the shotgun to shoulder
height. A
crack in the door grew larger with each successive pounding. The
undead soldiers were relentless. Bud and Maeve couldn't tell if the
audible cracking was wood or frail bones. The space in the door
spread into a fissure. A deathly arm burst through. Another arm
pulled at the opening and the fissure grew into a chasm. Maeve
readied the shotgun. "You
are planning to use the shotgun?" Bud asked. BOOM.
Maeve squeezed off the first shot. Three undead soldier's heads blew
off their shoulders. Bone splinters and rotted flesh sprayed the
doorway. The
second line moved forward with many more intact heads and shoulders.
One soldier's eye dangled from his skull. Another's jaw detached and
fell to the ground. BOOM. Another
shot rattled Bud's ears. Maeve stood three feet behind the blockade
desk calm as can be. She put her hand toward Bud for more shells
which he happily provided. The second shell had blown back three more
soldiers.
The
Elixir
Bud
Hutchins Supernatural Thrillers Book 2
How
far would you go to save a friend?
From
award-winning author JB Michaels, author of The Order of St. Michael
and the award-winning Tannenbaum Tailors series
Join
Bud Hutchins in an action-packed urban fantasy set in Chicago, home
to the world's most notorious urban legends. A murder rocks Chicago
Metro University. Maeve, a monk of the Order of St. Michael, faces
possible annihilation. A poltergeist wreaks havoc across the city.
With the help of the brilliant Ivy, a doctoral candidate, Bud will
need to employ science and the supernatural in his most harrowing
adventure yet, The Elixir: A Bud Hutchins Thriller.
The
Ghost of Capone
Mt.
Olivet Cemetery, the original resting place of gangster Al Capone, is
disturbed by an ungodly menace.
Resurrection
Mary strikes
The
forested roads of Archer Avenue are once again stalked by the deathly
and cunning Resurrection Mary.
Murder,
Mayhem, and the Elixir
A
beautiful, young teacher's assistant is murdered over a mysterious
elixir: an ancient concoction that could change history!
From
Wrigleyville to the Willis Tower, the Museum of Science and Industry
to Beverly...
...join
Bud Hutchins on an epic adventure through Chicago!
The
Elixir is ready. Scroll up and grab a copy today.
Maeve
moved further into the cemetery and ascended the hilltop towards the
mausoleums at the crest. There were trees up there. The scent grew
stronger. She reached the top of the hill and down the path saw a
police squad car. Parked. No lights were on. Maeve quickly dropped on
all fours, bounded off the path and used the tombstones for cover as
she approached. The squad car’s passenger door and rear passenger
side door were open. Maeve stood back up and examined the car
closely. There was an unconscious police officer inside, leaning on
the passenger door. Another officer’s head rested on the steering
wheel. Maeve noticed their sidearms were missing. Normal chatter and
codes burst forth from the radio. The rack that usually held a bigger
weapon was bent and broken. The shotgun missing. The
source of the odor had to have been here. It was strongest in this
area. A
piercing, booming, sound resonated in the cemetery and rattled
Maeve’s sensitive ear drums. A bullet smacked up against the front
passenger door, which Maeve stood behind. Another shot hit the
window. It cracked. Maeve ducked behind the cover of the door. She
waited to see if another shot would ring out. Nothing. She surmised
that the gunman was near the mausoleum closer to the entrance. She
bounded back to the tombstones for cover. Then she saw him--a man
dressed in a cream trench coat and a suit that matched the jacket. He
wore a fedora cocked to the left. The man’s face bore a large scar.
Al Capone had risen from the dead. The notorious world-famous
gangster and king of Prohibition lived again.
The
Castle
Bud
Hutchins Supernatural Thrillers Book 3
No rest for the wicked they say.
Barely
catching their breath, Bud, Ivy, and Maeve find themselves pitted
against the Chicago police, the FBI, and the world’s most powerful
vampire. Will they escape injury-free or will the fangs of doom
pierce their jugular veins?
The answers can only be found in The Castle: A Bud Hutchins Thriller.
The
three slayers of the supernatural will face their most formidable
threats, seek solutions to their most important problems, and be
forever changed.
The threats are plenty. The stakes are higher. The tasks nigh impossible.
Time to grab your favorite monster-slaying weapon, raise your torch, and storm the Castle walls.
The
candlelight flickered. The soft glow accentuated his finely drawn
cheekbones and strong jawline. His blue eyes bore a look of joy in
the laughter he shared with his female companion. The brunette with
the green eyes and ruby-red lipstick closed her eyes and laughed,
nearly spilling the wine from her medieval goblet. Before she stopped
giggling and her eyes reopened in recovery of her jovial fit, his
brow furrowed. His eyes showed his true condition—a menacing yet
brief look, one of lust and of hunger in full and equitable measure.
The look vanished. His courtly composure retained. “Oh,
my dear Vincentas, who knew you could be so amusing?” “Shall
I take umbrage with your last statement and just kill you right now?”
Vincentas grinned. Another
loud burst of laughter. The
Cabernet Sauvignon didn’t have a higher level of spirits than any
other wine he usually picked from his cellar. Still, Vincentas poured
more into her goblet. His attempts at humor could land, but usually
with a casual, rather weak effect. She acted as if he’d performed a
comedy routine for years and had earned his own television show. “That
is enough wine for me, Vincentas. What are you trying to do me?”
She leaned over the small table, giving him full view of her
cleavage. “I
do nothing that one does not allow amicably.” He smiled, leaned
forward, and kissed both of her cheeks then pulled back to survey her
reaction. She
stood up from her chair, took another swig from her goblet, walked to
his side of the table, and pulled him off his chair. She grasped his
shirt collar with both hands and kissed him like a lioness devoured a
fresh kill. Her aggression took Vincentas by surprise. She
wasn’t the real monster though. The
candlelight moved violently, then the flames extinguished, and
darkness overtook the room. Vincentas
didn’t need the light. His hands caressed her where they had
touched many other women in his long life. He loved discovering the
slight variations of the female physique. The curves, the hips, the
muscles both hard and soft, the flesh. His particular favorite: the
length of the neck. She
moaned. The
sensual and soft sounds of sexual assurance turned to a panicked
scream. A
loud crash filled the dark room. In the struggle to free herself, she
kicked over the dinner table. “No!
No! Please! Plea—” Her voice gargled with blood.
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J. B. Michaels,
multi-award winning author and member of the Society of Children’s
Book Writers and Illustrators, has written stories since he was in
fourth grade. He is a history teacher who loves his job.
Married
and with a son, Michaels has a great love of family. He has two
series: the Gold and Bronze medal-winning Tannenbaum Tailors and Bud
Hutchins Thrillers.
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