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Brit Lunden

Paranormal Thriller Romance Author
 

ULWARK

 

Clay Finnes is the sheriff of a small town in Georgia called Bulwark. Recently separated from his wife, all he can think about is what went wrong and if Jenna will ever come back to him. 

He's troubled by a bothersome reporter trying to build a story from what he thinks is a normal day in his life. Clay has to admit that with the fantastical stories, told by an accident victim, as well as unusual sightings of wolves, things are getting a bit strange. 

A visit to the ominous Gingerbread House makes him realize his life as he knows it will never be the same.

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HE KNOWING

A BULWARK ANTHOLOGY:

BOOK 1

Bulwark- a wall or stockade that protects or sometimes hides the truth from the outside world.

 

Bulwark, Georgia, isolated, hidden. Who knows what strange things can happen when the rest of the world can't see you? JB Stratton is alone in the world, and all he has left are the memories of his beloved Ellie. Dirt poor JB and wealthy Ellie feel an instant connection that is as intense and primal as the blood red earth of their home. Unseen roots connect them, pulling them into an impossible relationship. Will the memories of past lives help or hinder the path of their love? Based on the original novella Bulwark, by Brit Lunden, The Knowing continues the story of a town isolated from the rest of the world where the impossible becomes plausible, and logic is determined by reality.

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HE DEVIL AND

     DAYNA DALTON

A BULWARK ANTHOLOGY:

BOOK 9

Reporter Dayna Dalton's reputation has been ruined since birth. The daughter of wild child, Becky Dalton, is expected to follow her mother's footsteps; never given a chance to prove she's different. Dayna's been in love with Clay Finnes since she was a teenager. Her unrequited love for Sheriff Finnes leaves her empty. He's happily married and unavailable. Instead, Dayna finds herself stuck in the revolving door of bad relationships. But this is Bulwark, Georgia, a town where strange things are always happening. Dayna is doomed to this loveless life until she can find someone who will appreciate the depth of her character. Can she overcome her fears and look beyond her own perceptions to accept a greater love?
*Contains Sexual Content*

 
 
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BOOK 1

BOOK 4

BOOK 7

BOOK 2

BOOK 5

BOOK 8

BOOK 3

BOOK 6

BOOK 9

Brit Lunden is a prolific author who’s written over 50 books in assorted genres under different pen names. Bulwark was her first effort in adult fiction and was chosen by several of her fellow authors as the basis for a new series, A Bulwark Anthology.  Using her characters, they are creating new denizens in spin-off stories to this bizarre town. Brit Lunden lives on Long Island in a house full of helpful ghosts.

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“It’s like a primordial soup,” Clay Finnes muttered his hands on his hips. 

“A primordial what?” Owen Bishop raised his hangdog face to look at the town sheriff. 

“Primordial, ancient, prehistoric... Clay looked at the deputy’s blank face and finished with, “old... really, really old.” 

“Oh,” Owen shook his craggy head. His bulbous eyes looked like two hard-boiled eggs; his hair was matted as if was glued to the top of his round head. Owen never passed any of the tests allowing him to advance on the force. He was a deputy when Clay first got a job in Bulwark right out of the army. As the promotions started coming, Clay eventually became his boss. He wondered if it bothered the older man taking direction from someone who trained under him. 

“You mean like dinosaurs?” Owen scratched his head. “Dino... no... forget it, Owen. What else did the couple say?” He listened to Owen drone on about the car that was now sitting in the middle of the greenish pond. 

“Appears they were coming from the other side.” Owen pointed vaguely in the other direction. 

“How could they? There’s nothing there. That road has been closed off for years.” 

Something was missing. He wasn’t sure what, but a feeling of unease enveloped Clay until his body fairly vibrated with it. 

Clay looked up, his deep brown eyes scanning the thicket of trees surrounding the strange body of water that seemed to appear overnight. He crinkled his nose; it smelled pretty bad too. It was a greenish color, like a dirty army fatigue. It seemed shallow. He resisted the urge to stick the toe of his boot in the water. It was still, the surface like polished glass. The Ford Fusion was trapped in the what appeared to be the deepest part of the puddle as if they had tried to speed through it. The brackish water about two feet deep. 

“If they had skirted the edges they would have made it through. He shoulda used the choke, probably got an entire engine full of water.” Once Owen started talking he could go on about something forever. 

“Where the hell were they coming from?” Clay muttered to himself. He moved away as if to see through the gloom. “It’s a road that leads to nowhere.” 

He took off his hat, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. It was hotter than usual. No breeze ruffled the leafy trees or relieved the stifling humidity that made his shirt stick to his back. 

There was nothing, no sound, not the humming of bees, or mosquitoes. Not a bird in sight or the croaking music of frogs in the late afternoon. When he got home, he’d mention it to Jenna...his wandering thoughts came to an abrupt halt. There would be no conversation. Jenna wasn’t there anymore. His family’s old farm house only had one occupant now. His wife had up and left him. He felt his chest tighten, his throat closing up. His entire life changed and would never be the same. Losing Claire was just the beginning of the end. After that had happened, it was as though they were stuck in some nightmare and couldn’t get out. 

“Well,” Owen continued, oblivious to his boss’s dis- tracted air. “The car hit the...um...water, at a high rate of speed, I think. It must’ve started to sink.” 

“It’s not deep enough to sink,” Clay observed his deputy scratch his bald head, then turned to look at the enormous puddle. It covered the road from one end to the other. He chewed the inside of his cheek. He had to admit, it appeared larger than when he got here, but it couldn’t be that deep, could it?” Clay forced his attention back to Owen. It helped him stop thinking of his own life. “Where are they?” 

“Over at JB’s house. The wives pretty freaked out.” 

“JB?” Clay liked the old football pro, had shared quite a few stories with the old vet. 

“Over what. The puddle?” The interruption was from Dayna Dalton, a reporter from the Bulwark Advance. She was walking toward them, a camera hung around her exposed neck, a spiral notebook clasped in the other. “Think somebody dropped a load of waste here.” 

Clay looked at her, his cheek twitched. Her buttons strained to the point that she looked like her clothes had been painted on her body. She shook her mane of red hair like an angry mare. He turned his gaze away, knowing it annoyed her. No matter how much she pranced around in her tight jeans, he wasn’t interested. She didn’t do anything for him in high school, and she didn’t do any- thing for him now. Somehow, it never stopped her from trying to get him to notice her. Clay was tired of it. He sighed gustily. 

She came around the back of the car, moving into his personal space. For a minute, Clay thought about backing up, but damn it all, he was the sheriff. He stood his ground, daydreaming of Dayna’s reaction when he threw her into the stinky, green lake that had developed overnight. 

Dayna repeated her comment about someone drop- ping waste. Clay shrugged indifferently, then turned to Owen, ignoring her. 

He could feel her bristling but refused to move. He dug his feet in the dark soil, his arms folded over his chest. “JB see anything? Maybe notice something out of place?” 

Owen shook his head. “Nope. Nada. I asked. Been quiet. He said this started small. Says he has a few pictures on his laptop he can send us.” Owen paused and then said, “Wait, he mentioned they had a wolf problem lately.” 

Clay looked at Owen sharply. “Wolves, there haven’t been... hey!” 

He saw Dayna take off, her feet moving quickly toward a thicket of trees. 

“Dayna!” Clay called, who was dashing up a small incline toward JB Straton’s small cabin over the ridge. 

 
"Quill says: If you like your thrillers with lots of twists, plenty of "creepy," some paranormal events, and a fast-moving plot, check out Bulwark. You might just be afraid to turn off the lights after reading the last page." 
- Red Feathered Quill
"Author Brit Lunden has weaved an entertaining story that spans paranormal, romance, and mystery. Thanks to the splattering of action and the mysterious connection of characters and happenings, this fast paced story is well suited to those looking for a light and enjoyable thrill." 
- Bianca Schulze
"Brit Lunden's paranormal fantasy novella, Bulwark, is genuinely eerie and spooky, filled with the kinds of scary effects that true lovers of the dark crave and rarely find. There are no gushes of blood or other cheap special effects, just a consistently good pulse-pounding story about an ancient evil and the one man who stands up against it. Readers who grew up with the likes of Barker, King and Lovecraft will have a field day reading this classy, dark fantasy novella." - Jack Magnus for Readers' Favorite (5-Star Review)
 
 

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