Books by S H Marpel

Two Months of Published Short Stories in One Collected VolumeFeaturing original works by S. H. Marpel and J. R. KruzeThis anthology contains:By S. H. Marpel:Ghost HuntersWhen Fireballs CollideWhy Vampires Suck At HauntingThe Haunted Ghost Ghost Exterminators Inc.Two Ghost's Salvation 01-04By J. R. KruzeThe AutistsExcerpt from ""When Fireballs Collide"": AND THERE CAME ANOTHER ONE. BAM!Right against the car we were crouched behind. We were stuck behind a red subcompact, a recent American model. Here at the Los Angeles Observatory parking lot. The night was clear, a very rare occurrence, very unusual for this city of smoke and fog. The stars above mirroring the endless street and building lights that marched out to their California coast. But a clear sky didn't help our situation any.Getting pummeled by red-orange fireballs behind this car couldnÕt last forever...Get Your Copy Today.

You've probably seen Ghost Busters movies and Ghost Whisperer TV shows.There is a much longer tradition to resolving he mysteries and problems that make ghosts unable to move on. This Anthology tells the story of two spirit guides and their human writer-turned-amateur-sleuth as they encounter strange ghosts and specters, as well as real-life mortal dangers. Their growing team of helpful characters assist them to solve these phantasmic puzzles in each story.This is the first collected anthology of four short stories:Ghost HuntersWhy Vampires Suck At HauntingWhen Fireballs CollideGhost Exterminators Inc.Get Your Copy Now.

She'd been waiting to kill me for a very long time. And run out of patience at last. So she pulled me to her across time and space. Just so she could end my life. Painfully. Violently.But first, she had to explain her reasoning. Because she had been thinking this through for a long time and someone should hear and applaud her reasoning.Crazy, yes. But as I was going to be dead soon, what did it matter if she wanted to tell me her story?Maybe I could figure out how to get away from her - if I listened closely...ExcerptI was tightly bound to a support column in some old, dank and stone-lined room. Where exactly, I didn't know. I had on my dungarees, work boots, red cotton t-shirt under my canvas jacket. Like I'd just been air-lifted from the pasture on my farm.Facing me was a woman with wings. A gorgeous woman with strong, beautiful wings.Get Your Copy Now.