Town Lore: A Supernatural Monster Hunt

Book 2: Hunters for Hire

by Jonathan Yanez

Genres: Arthurian; Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, Legends & Mythology; Horror

Synopsis

This Valentine's Day, give that Special Someone something to remember. 
Because nothing says, “I love you” more than a double hit of snuf. 

John Hunter isn't bad at this whole monster hunting thing. Along with Shannon and Evan, he's even formed his own company, Hunters for Hire. 

But events will soon turn deadly as Hunters for Hire is contracted to solve a case so twisted and mysterious, it'll make every conspiracy theory you've heard of sound like just another episode of Golden Girls.

On top of that, a rival monster-hunting faction is about to make their debut and these guys are real tools. Will they take up all the best-paying jobs leaving John to go back to Top Ramen and pickles?

For fans of Larry Correia's Monster Hunters International, Jim Butcher's Dresden Files, and Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson's The Boys comes your next bad decision.

Release date: February 14, 2021

Publisher: Archimedes Books

Print pages: 287

Sample

“Run! Run, just run!” Shannon yelled, streaking from the back of the house. 

Panic seized at my heart as my eyes moved from Shannon to the dark house she just bolted from. Adrenaline rushed through my body like water in a fire hose. 

“What, what is it?” I asked, practically jumping. “Why are we running?”

“I was wrong,” Shannon gasped. Reaching me, she grabbed my black duffle bag and continued heading deeper into the massive backyard. “The salt, do you have the blessed salt?”

I still wasn’t positive what we were running from, but if it had Shannon in this much of a state, I was pretty sure I didn’t want to meet it. 

“Yeah, in the bag,” I said, running alongside Shannon while looking over my shoulder. I still didn’t see anything coming out of the back door. 

My lungs burned as we headed around the estate’s pool. Cardio; why did it always have to come full circle back to cardio?

Shannon slid to a stop on the other side of the pool. She threw the duffle bag down and ripped open the zipper, searching for the salt. 

“Extra rounds, zip ties, hand grenade,” Shannon said, throwing the items in the bag over her shoulder as she searched for the salt. “Jonny, is this underwear?”

I tore my eyes away from the back door to see Shannon picking up a pair of my tighty whities. “Just in case. Don’t judge me. Be careful with the grenades. Don’t throw them around like that.”

“Awww, here it is, blessed salt,” Shannon said, grabbing the smaller plastic bag inside the black duffle. 

“So do you want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked, still panicked. “I thought you said it was a—”

A scream came from the house so high-pitched and intense, I thought for sure my eardrums were going to blow out. 

I clamped my hands over my ears and looked back at the house. A spirit or a ghost or whatever you want to call something that you could see through and floated, wafted from the rear of the house. 

“Shannon,” I said, swallowing hard. “I’m going to need that underwear.”