Timothy Blake has nothing to lose. He's headed to an isolated house in rural Texas with a hammer in his pocket and murder on his mind. His target is Fred, the ringleader of a criminal empire on the dark web. Once Fred is gone, Blake can disappear for good. But it turns out that Fred isn't alone. Five other psychopaths live in the house. They work together and call themselves the Guards. Torture, extortion and death are their business. Blake manages to convince them that he's one of their online associates. Soon they think he's a monster, like them. They're not wrong. Blake decides to pick them off one by one. But when a Guard is found with a bullet in his skull, Blake realises that someone else in the house may have the same idea - and he might be their next target. Meanwhile, who are the desperate people chained up in the building behind the house? One of them will change everything . . . A bloody, twisted roller-coaster of dark action and suspense from the acclaimed bestselling author of Hangman. 'Gloriously messed up . . . A crime series like no other.' - Gabriel Bergmoser, author of The Hunted 'Heath will make your spine tingle and your fingers flip pages.' - Candice Fox, author of Crimson Lake 'Thrilling, grisly and inventive: Jack Heath has single-handedly increased my carbon footprint through lights left on.' - Benjamin Stevenson, author of Either Side of Midnight

He tidied his hair, smoothed down his vest, and extended a hand. ‘Perhaps we can begin anew,’ he said. ‘Dr V. Frankenstein, at your service.’

When an unsettling folk tale leads the Ninth Doctor and Rose to a remote village in Wales, they get more than they bargained for.

A scientist has taken it upon himself to create new life – imitating Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, a book that has sent shock waves around the country.

But, much like his fictional counterpart, this doctor is playing god, and with forces beyond his understanding. As the Doctor and Rose attempt to put the brakes on the experiment before it gets out of control, a sinister supernatural presence reveals itself . . .