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JONATHAN MABERRY is a NY Times bestselling suspense novelist, five-time Bram Stoker Award winner, and comic book writer. He writes in a number of genres including science fiction, epic fantasy, horror, thriller, media tie-in, and others. His vampire apocalypse book series, V-WARS, was a Netflix original series. His YA zombie series, Rot & Ruin is the #1 horror Webtoon with over 280,000 subscribes, and the book is in develop for film. Rot & Ruin was included in the Ten Best Horror Novels for Young Adults. His first novel, Ghost Road Blues was named one of the 25 Best Horror Novels of the New Millennium. His other novels include The Joe Ledger Thrillers, Glimpse, The Wolfman, Ghostwalkers, Mars One, and many others. He is the editor of many anthologies including The X-Files, Aliens: Bug Hunt, Nights of the Living Dead (co-edited George A. Romero), and Don't Turn Out the Lights: A Tribute to Alvin Schwratz's Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. His comics include Captain America, Pandemica, the Bram Stoker Award-winning Bad Blood, Black Panther, Punisher, Marvel Zombies Return, Road of the Dead, and more. He is the president of the International Association of Media Tie-in Writers and is on the board of the Horror Writers Association. He was a featured expert on the History Channel shows Zombies: A Living History and True Monsters; and he is the editor of the relaunch of Weird Tales Magazine. Jonathan lives in San Diego, California with his wife, Sara Jo. www.jonathanmaberry.com

Beneath the Skin by Jonathan Maberry

Sam Hunter is a PI in the big bad city. When he takes a new case it's like he's accepting the client into his 'pack'. And Sam will do anything to protect the members of his pack. Dogs are like that. So are wolves. And so, too, are werewolves. Like Sam. Sam is one of thebenandanti, an ancient race of werewolves who fight evil. And evil comes in all shapes and sizes; and it comes at people from all directions.

The cases Sam takes range from saving the world from genetically-engineered super soldiers to saving a young boy from the very real monster in his closet.BENEATH THE SKIN: The Sam Hunter Case Filesgather together the weird, strange, funny, heartbreaking and disturbing adventures of a low-rent private investigator taking on very odd jobs. These stories include cameos by fan-favorite characters from Maberry's bestselling Joe Ledger thrillers and The Pine Deep Trilogy.

 

REVIEWS

  • "Jonathan Maberry is a master storyteller, andBeneath the Skin: The Sam Hunter Case Filesshowcases his talents."

    – Hellnotes
  • "This is a refreshing take on paranormal conflict for those who like their mysteries bloody and bizarre."

    – Audiophile
 

BOOK PREVIEW

Excerpt

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I got up and crossed to my file cabinet, opened the bottom drawer, and took out the only bottle of really good booze I owned –an unopened bottle of Pappy Van Winkle's 23-Year-Old bourbon. At two-hundred and fifty dollars a bottle it was way out of my price range, but a satisfied client had given it to me last Christmas. I brought it and two clean glasses back to my desk, and the woman watched while I opened the bottle and poured two fingers for each of us. I didn't ask if she drank. She didn't tell me to stop pouring.

I sat down and we each had some. We didn't toast. You don't toast for stuff like this.

The bourbon was legendary. I'd read all about it. It's aged in charred white oak barrels. Sweet, smooth, with a complex mix of honey and toffee flavors.

It might as well have been Gatorade for all I could tell. I drank it because my laptop was still fanning through the images. And because that, even if I didn't take this case, those dead women were going to live inside my head for the rest of my life. You can forget some things. Other things take up residence, building themselves into the stone and wood and plaster of the structure of your mind.

I suppose if I was capable of dismissing this, or forgetting it, then I wouldn't be who I am. Maybe I'd be happier, I don't know.

I closed the laptop, finished the bourbon and set my cup down.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

The woman opened her purse again and removed another envelope. She placed it on the desk and slid it across to me. When I opened I could see the glossy border of a photograph. I hesitated, not wanting to see another mutilated girl. But I was already in motion in this, so I sucked it up and slid the photo out of the envelope.

It was another girl.

Unlike the others, this one had still had her skin.

She was a beautiful teenager, with bright blue eyes and a lot of curves that were evident in the skimpy costume she wore. A blue glitter g-string and high heels.

"Her name is Denise Sturbridge," said the woman. "She's only fifteen, which makes her the youngest of the women in question, but as you can see she looks quite a bit older. She's a runaway from Easton here in Pennsylvania. Abusive father, indifferent mother. Pretty common story, and very much in keeping with the backstories of the other girls. She took off four months ago, got picked up by the kind of predator who trolls bus stops and train stations. He got her high and turned her out to work conventions. She was scouted out of there to work in a gentleman's club near the Philadelphia airport. Fake I.D. that says she's nineteen. She dances under the name of Bambi."

I set the photo down.

"Tell me the rest," I said.