Backroads Angel

A Curse Buried in the Water. A Monster Born of Vengeance.

Ash Lake, Tennessee is a quiet town with a deadly secret. For generations, locals have whispered the name Mason Crowe—a farmer turned legend, turned monster. Long ago, he struck a deal with a demon to avenge his wife’s betrayal. The price? Eternal rage. Now, under the full moon, he rises from the lake to kill again.

Roger Delwing drifts through forgotten towns in his old Challenger, chasing curses only he can see. An undercover angel bound to this earth, Roger’s latest assignment—codenamed “Red”—leads him to Ash Lake. But this isn’t just another haunted place. The town isn’t trying to stop Mason anymore—they’re feeding him.

Caught in a web of secrets, sacrifice, and supernatural terror, Roger must team up with unlikely allies to face a curse that might not be breakable—and a town that may not deserve saving.

Read Backroads Angel and uncover the evil waiting on the shoreline.

Excerpt from the book

The steam from the black coffee rose from the cup. He was tired and hardly noticed, his brown eyes watching the sunrise through the diner window. His dirty black coat filled the other side of the booth. All his thoughts were focused on the night before.

“Hey, did you want anything to eat with that?” a voice said, breaking his thoughts.

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” he said, pointing at the number one special on the menu.

The woman smiled. “Honey, you look like you’ve been through it. Rough night?” she asked.

The man smiled. “Yeah. Had to clean a house,” he said, picking up the cup of coffee and taking a sip. “This really is good,” he added.

“Clean a house?” she asked, and he smiled.

“Yep,” he replied, setting the cup down and looking up at her nametag. “Alana, is it?” he asked, reading it.

She gave a slight nod to confirm he was right.

“Let’s just say the house at the end of Baker Street is clean,” he said.

Alana was visibly confused by the words. “Okay, I’ll go get your order in,” she said, not knowing what else to say.

“Thank you,” he replied and turned his attention back to the rising sun, soaking in the early morning quiet of his surroundings. He was as tired as he could be, but as the sun broke the horizon, the rays made him feel better already.

Time had no meaning, and soon enough Alana was back with his food. A couple of eggs, bacon, and some toast. A typical American breakfast he’d had countless times before.

“Thank you,” he said as she set it down.

“You’re welcome. What did you mean, the house at the end of Baker Street is clean?” she asked. “We were talking about it in the back. Do you mean the old Hope Estate?”

The man blinked and looked up. “That’s the one,” he replied.

Alana laughed a little. “Place has been abandoned since before I was even born. Cleaned how?” she asked.

“Nothing lives there anymore. It’s, for lack of a better word, clean,” he said and picked up his fork.

“I don’t understand,” she said.

He smiled. “You’re the lucky one. Trust me, all you need to do is keep living your life. You’re right where you need to be. That house is clean. You’ve all got a bright future ahead of you,” he said.

Alana couldn’t explain it, but she felt warm.

“You have a job to do, don’t waste your time on little old me,” he said. That was the end of the conversation. Alana had a smile on her face as she turned and walked away.

“Thank you for this meal,” he said and started to eat.

“Not bad,” he said.

“Glad you think so. I knew that beast. She liked poetry and the rain in the springtime,” a female voice said from the other side of the booth.

“Great. You can tell Miss Piggy she tasted great. You’re sitting on my coat, Zophiel. What do you want?” he asked and kept eating.