Legends of the Lure

Barrett has killed for country, bled for love, and buried more ghosts than the average cemetery. Once a golden-boy enforcer turned bestselling author, now he’s a washed-out wreck in therapy, chain-smoking Marlboros while replaying the day his wife collapsed on a Colorado slope with snow in her lungs and curses on her lips.

But grief’s cunning . She doesn’t leave when asked. She claws deeper.

When a tattooed drifter in a Manhattan Starbucks flashes a symbol linked to King Solomon’s lost seal—a mark of myth, madness, and magic—his mind spirals into darker corridors. Is this just another hallucination, or the start of something buried and Biblical?

Dragged by guilt, pills, and something older than sin, he heads south to the Carolina backwoods, chasing a final manuscript or maybe just his own end. But the mountains have teeth. And the past never stays buried.

If redemption’s waiting, it’s wearing warpaint and whispering old names.