Travis Malone and Dr. Spencer Abbot never expected their lives to devolve into a sheer nightmare until they encountered Jesse Lynn Belle.
Visions- A quest that began with a hunt for an anniversary gift turns into a struggle to stay alive.
Retribution- Five months after the Visions Incident, Travis and Spencer learn that they still aren’t safe.
Destruction- Another four months pass. And Travis is taken from his home and loved ones and thrust into his own personal hell.
This collection brings the first three books of the Hell Bent series together into one volume, a full chronicle of the struggle between the Malones, Abbots, and Jesse herself.
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Excerpt: Unwanted Visitor
We pass by the high school, and stop to stare at a news ticker on one building. Someone apparently broke into this Bunsen’s place and stole a couple things. Something called Dolorex, and one of those collars mom created. When she finds out about that one, mom splits from our group and goes…not sure where she’s heading, if it’s to the lab or this Bunsen’s place, but I can tell she’s in a hurry.
“Hey…what gives?” I ask.
“I need to look into something at Bunsen’s,” mom says, ears folded back.
Her voice is shaky, as she starts running quicker than I’d expect someone in heels to be able to run.
The rest of our time out consists of walking around the city some more. I’m hoping everything’s okay with mom. She seemed panicked, but then, if something I’d worked on were stolen, I’d probably be the same way. No Jesse sightings, I’m happy to say. Nothing much to report here for now. And for the first time in a while, I feel some level of safe. Then again, it probably helps that I’m around three badasses.
It’s around 10 that we finally get back to the house. But something…
Something feels off as we step toward the front door. There’s a box waiting on the steps. And some kind of red liquid is all over the edges of the box in question.
Spencer takes a few cautious steps toward the box.
“Any idea what it is?” Gemmy asks when he picks it up.
Shortly after lifting up the box, he yelps and drops it.
“Blood…” he mutters, shaking.
There’re tears in his eyes and a tremor to his voice. Yvette is the first to rush to his side, picking up an envelope that’s on the ground from the box. She rips it open, clears her throat, and reads it.
“I do so miss the time we spent together. You and that monkey friend of yours. He looked adorable taped up as he was. And you? Oh, the expressions of terror in your eyes. How I wish I could recreate them.
“I count the days until that moment comes. You will know fear like you’ve never felt before. If you contact the police about this, I’ll find out. And that will only force me to make my move faster, and your suffering will take much longer.
“Looking forward to seeing both of you boys soon.
“P.S.: You’ve got a lovely home. And enjoy the gift.”
I can only imagine what kind of sicko gift she’d left for us.
Whose head is it?
Yvette carefully opens the box, before turning around and running to throw up tonight’s dinner. Against all better judgment, I step over and see a headless corpse of a monkey in there. As Gemmy steps forward to try and get a look, I turn to her and pull her into a hug.
“You don’t wanna see what’s in there…” I tell her. “Trust me, you don’t…”
“…What do you think she meant by ‘You’ve got a lovely home”…?” Spencer asks.
Things are silent for a moment. And then Ivy pulls Spencer away from the house.
“I can still sense her…” she says.