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Dark Summer

A Gripping Urban Fantasy of Betrayal and Vengeance (A Series of Four Seasons Book 3)

Some summers end in heat. This one ends in blood.



The Chattanooga Incident has left the House of David in shambles. Chaos ripples across the city, and the terrorist faction Seditio is seizing its moment to strike.


Haunted by loss and personal betrayal, Judge Eden Dowler is fighting to hold the House together even as trust fractures from within. When an old ally resurfaces with answers—and secrets—Eden faces an impossible truth: the traitor he’s hunting may be closer than he ever imagined.


With the lines between justice and vengeance blurring, Eden forges fragile alliances to dismantle Seditio before they unleash catastrophe. But every step deeper into the shadows exposes new lies, and loyalty becomes a deadly gamble.


Dark Summer thrusts A Series of Four Seasons into its most perilous chapter yet, where secrets fester, betrayals ignite, and survival means knowing who to trust—if anyone.


Dark SUmmer

Dark Summer

He takes a step back, his fear growing palpable. I shift my glare back to Judah.

"You know, I'm not the raging demon I used to be. I've learned to value life. Because of that, I might've just knocked out the small fry and kept you alive for interrogation. But for you, Judah? I'll make a fucking exception. I'm going to kill every last one of you."

The sight of him, drenched in carnage, stirred something in me I hadn't felt in years. It wasn't the killing — it was the way he moved through it. The way he welcomed it. As if he and Death were equals. Twins. Lovers, all at once.

He cut through my men like they were nothing, his pitch-black hair matted with gore.

The Grim Reaper of the battlefield.

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