{"product_id":"2940013563964","title":"Werewolf in Paradise","description":"WEREWOLF IN PARADISE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDESCRIPTION:  Something had changed in Carolyn Killborn. On vacation in the Caribbean to escape the stresses of a growing business and a marriage gone wrong, she felt different.  There was a strange aura in the air.  And the news of a bloody murder steps from her hotel on the cliffs of Negril didn’t help.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePart of her wanted to run back to everything familiar in Atlanta; but she knew it wasn’t time. She had some things to sort out in this tropical paradise before she faced Tyrone. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePREVIEW\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Dumb bitch! You did this on purpose. I told you, I’M NOT READY!” he snarled. He was inches from her face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe blood oozed from Carolyn’s swollen lip to the lace trim on her silk white blouse. She turned away to avoid the next blow. He shoved her head-first into the bathroom door. Her wrist protected her face from the silver towel knob anchored in the heavy, dark wood. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Please Tyrone,” she begged. “I didn’t do it on purpose.” Her petite frame trembled as she tried to keep her balance. The doctor said it’s possible to get pregnant on the pill, please!” she pleaded, afraid to turn around. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTyrone spun her around with a force that splattered the crimson trail from her lips to his light blue Armani shirt. The last thing she remembered was being kicked in the stomach by her husband as she pooled into a human ball on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e___________\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCarolyn bolted up to the searing pain of a dog’s teeth in her butt. The bright red blood oozing from the open wound frightened her. Dr. Yoruba said she had to take the pills -- to stop the changes. What changes? Carolyn was fine. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSomething killed the tourist on Lighthouse Road. It couldn’t have been human. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEllen Knowley, the new Alaskan detective had seen these types of killings before, on the Frontier. The killer was not human and the bloody carnage was just beginning. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e__________\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAllan held what was left of his tongue in one hand and tried in vain to stop the flow of blood with the other while running from the beast in front of him.  With every step, the sanguine fluid spewed like water from a busted pipe. Trying in vain to scream, every breath brought forth a fresh stream of what felt like warm water. Only he could see it was blood . . . his blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe silver moon gave perfect, movie-like lighting to the cannibalistic creature in front of him. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGolden eyes flashed . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRazor sharp fangs snarled . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePowerful legs lunged, again and again . . . each time taking chunks out of his legs, arms, side.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn less than a minute, Allan was wearing a suit of his own maroon bodily fluid. The gummy warmness travelled down what was left of his limbs, forming slippery pools in his brown leather Eccos. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLosing balance in the blood-soaked sandals, he tripped on a large rock and fell backwards against the zinc fence that separated somebody’s property from the road.  The man shielded his face and tried to locate a stick, a bottle, anything with his free hand, to help him fight off this beast that had materialized out of the darkness.","brand":"Stone Cottage Books and Inkwell Editorial","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079578730736,"sku":"2940013563964","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013563964_p0.jpg?v=1763582414","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013563964","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}