What began simply, descends into a perilous battle with a menacing and evil dark entity and Rory now faces a terrible decision. Should he reveal his secret gift to Mariana, the passenger he's come to love but barely knows? The last time that happened somebody died. But Rory must find a way because someone or something stalks Mariana. Someone who kills in a macabre and sickening way. Someone with abilities more powerful than his own.

Should the killer's plan succeed it's not just Mariana at risk but the very fabric of the world. Rory will need to discover a strength he may not possess. Even then, that might not be enough. For when the Trepan Killer wants you, there's nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

Can Rory stop the Trepan Killer before he loses all? To do so, he will face more than the killer. He will face his own harrowing past.

From International best-selling thriller author Susan May comes another page-turner keeping readers up way past their bedtime. The Troubles Keeper is a non-stop supernatural suspense ride, with memorable characters readers love and a fictional world that you won't want to leave.

Now read the first four chapters of the book readers say they cannot put down …

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He examines his work. Certainly not the best he’s done but not the worst either. He’s improving and becoming more artful. More certain and confident. There’s magic in this moment; the just after moment when he can breathe again. In. And out. A drowning man reaching the surface to suck in pure air so he can survive.

Disappointment rushes in as he feels her last breath. He feels the failure like an ache inside ripping at his core. He felt so certain his search was over, but he was wrong.

He’d found her on the bus. Something had attracted him to that bus. Surely the girl, he’d thought. He’d sat behind her as they had traveled downtown. Pretending he’d dropped something, he’d leaned forward. In the closeness he smelled her hair like a bee smells nectar. Sweet. Enticing.

After the bus ride she’d met a friend. A girl just like her, unsuspecting and unaware. As she’d touched her friend, greeting her with a kiss, there was the glow, the shine of what lay beneath, inside, where only he could reach down.

At the cinema she was merely four rows away when he saw the shine. Surrounding her, glowing in the dark, a gentle halo of gold as she leaned to her friend to whisper something. They’d laughed, before returning their attention to shared popcorn and the film.

From the multiplex he’d followed, watching from a distance from doorways and shop fronts, pretending to peer into windows. She’d shouted a goodbye to the other—her final goodbye. She hadn’t known, so certain there will always be just one more. Does anyone ever recognize their last of anything?