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Ocean Beach in San Francisco has been decimated by erosion. Sand dunes turn to sheer drop offs. Locals go crazy, as the beach gets closed off to the public. That's when the Sunsetters emerge, to fight City Council to preserve their sacred playground. Follow a grief-stricken surfer in his fight to avenge his dying surfspot and make peace with his brother's untimely death from cancer. "I started having my nightmares again. The cruel scepter of the dreamworld gone sour punished my attempts to slumber. I had the one about Andy. We are young in it. We are both standing on the beach in Alabama somewhere. Darkness rolls over us as we shiver from having no shirts just shorts. We run over the dunes to find our path blocked by rising water. It crawls towards us as we turn back towards the ocean. There is an eclipse. The sun lies behind the moon in exact blackness outlined only by shadow. We are out of breath. We near the shore and see a sailboat in the distance. We wave and jump in hopes they will rescue us from the flood. They head out to sea and disappear as the rain falls harder. Andy is panicking. I tell him to relax. We just need a way out. The waves grow bigger as the eye of the storm spins over our heads. Andy screams at me for directions. Where do we go? What do we do? I look down at my feet. They are bleeding. We are standing on oyster beds. We are in blood drenched knee deep water. The sharks circle.The wind howls. Waves are hitting my chest now. I struggle to move but fall to my knees. My back is to the ocean. I turn and see Andy. A giant wave consumes us. It rises quickly to great heights before crashing with back breaking force. I feel myself go under. I cannot find up. I swim for what feels like hours before reaching the surface. I blackout like the sun. I wake up on the beach. The good news is Andy is laid out facing away from me a few feet away. I rush over calling his name and hear nothing. I yank him over. He's dead. His face is colored the death shade blue. A gentle foam seeps from his mouth. I call out for help. I try to breath life back into him. I run for the dunes screaming for anyone. I round the top of the first dune after slipping up its face. I gasp for air. The land is gone. I am on an island of despair. Everything around me is underwater. I rush back to find Andy. He is gone. I see more waves coming. I bury my face in my hands in desperate prayer. They crash into me anyway. I usually wake up flailing and moaning. I was shackled to misery. It wore a filthy ring around my neck. I scrubbed around the chains instead of shrugging them off. I let that yoke of pain cripple me. I bore that burden once before. It was put on me the day God took Andy away. Andy started coughing. He didn't stop until his last breath left his body. There was nothing I could do to give it back. He was taken from me. My parents adopted him to upstage me, their star disappointment. They tried to drive wedges between us but we were inseparable. Every time we went to Panama City we rented surf boards. Andy was a natural. I struggled to keep up. I never thought those golden days would end. My memories of the waves and sunsets we shared power me through the tough times. They take something out of me when I picture his face. He was just a kid. Cancer didn't care. The surfing I found at Ocean Beach saved my life. I knew I owed this place everything for giving me those magical rides. I look for Andy out there when the tide is high. I feel him pass me by when I'm on a long ride and the sun is shining. I try to remind myself we will surf again one day. I try to imagine the shores up there where he rides. I hope they are gentle and steep. Andy liked the fast drops. I pray they cradle him. I know he's waiting for me up there. Sometimes I see him with his back to me, facing the water. I call his name. He waves and gets on his board. He paddles away and the sun takes him back. I chase after him but he laughs and tells me "Someday, bro...Someday.

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Sissy Raymond struggles to find release after landing herself in a jail-rehab. Riddled with guilt, sex addiction, abusive relationships, and bereavement over the loss of her twenty-year old Brother, Sissy claws her way out through writing. Pill-billies takes place in Kentucky. Florida becomes an unwitting supplier as the addicts figure out to drive to the Pain Management clinics that cancer the Sunshine State. Addicts soon discovered they could drive to Florida's Pain-Management Clinics to stock up on oxycontin. Follow a drug-muling pill addict from her days as a smuggler & prostitute to her stint in rehab-jail. Sissy, a Licensed Vocational Nurse, spills her heart out after a funeral, with her vision of the afterlife, free from her addiction... "I will get to the great pond and row away further from these only shores I've ever known. Further than land can be seen. I will finally stop and just look up at the stars that made me. I will let them transform me into light. I will fly away to a heaven-like sphere. There, floating in the rounded ether will be all the good childhoods, the kind parents, and the lovers of the world. I will let myself join this new cosmos. It will embrace me, fully. There, each song is a promise and joy drips from long branches strewn with the harps and discarded wings of the cherubs who've cocooned into full Angels. Sweet manna will rain down from time to time. We take honey baths and the milk bubbles. The sun always shines in my eternal place. There is no more night or cold moon. There is no death-shade blue. There is no nightmaring allowed. There is no day where it all ends but you must have had endings while earthbound to make it feel like forever does and can. And, you must marry yourself to feeling everlasting peace to thrive here. If you cannot your wings won't be issued. God will keep working on you until you let go. You spin silk around you and wait to butterfly. Then, the birds of paradise can flutter around you as you become one with the light. You look down and behind you. You are finally flying. The nest that was your earthly life has been left. You can now join eternity. Be careful. You won't be able to stop it from becoming you. It will soon take you over with a swift love. I pray you let it take you. I pray you learn to let it sooth you. I pray you let it cradle your wounds from this world as it heals them all. I pray you stop lying to yourself if you are an addict. I pray you make it. If you do you can hear the Angels sing. It is the sound of all souls before yours singing, at once. It resounds through the universe and lights the sky. If you don't stop, you won't hear it. You won't let it flicker and drip. You will drown it out. You will only hear the howls. You will try to tune them out. They come back louder with each rejection. You can hear them now. Just go look in the mirror. Look deep. Do you hear them? They are the downturned corners of your mouth. They are your sad eyes. They are your jaundiced skin. They are your bad breath. They are the messy bathroom. They are the confused animal looking back. Stop their cries. Walk away now. Never go back. They will only get louder. You can bury your head in the dirt to try to get away from them but then your ass is waiting to get kicked by something else. Just let go. What have they done for you anyway? Don't let looking cool interfere with being human. Drugs make you a slave animal. Take the jagged dagger out of your hand and see what happens. I bet you start to see heaven all around you...or at least a shimmer..." Let two-time Bestselling Kindle Author, Jacob Ray take you on this grim but important journey. Pill-billies is a follow-up to his Novel, The Bridge Burners which is now in its Second Edition. Other works by Jacob K. Ray include: The Ride Home (A Surf Novel) *BestSeller Pig-Skinned *BestSeller The Undead of the Low Country The Tongueless Language My O.B. The Jets of Enceladus Deadache..

THE #1 International BestSeller in two categories on the Kindle Get the #1 BestSeller in books on Suicide AND books on Extreme Sports Latest update: The Ride Home is now #2 in the Kindle Store in books about WaterSports ATTENTION READERS The Ride Home is the Kindle BestSelling debut novel by Jacob Ray. In this racy page turner, Ray takes us through the excruciating grieving process of a young, drug-addicted Psychology Intern after the death of his best friend, the surf king of Ocean Beach. Chance Feinman and his motley crew of friends, all addicts to both nightlife and surfing the huge waves of San Francisco, ride the waves of misery in the downward spiral of bereavement and further loss as many of the original group of friends taper off into insanity. The tone to this novel is dark. The language offers a frightening glimpse into a tortured inner monologue most addicts have after years of self-destruction. Ray forces the reader to face the ugly, unspeakable suffering addicts accept as the norm the deeper they nosedive into their self-deprecating behavior. The story contains beautiful passages about surfing, the nightlife of San Francisco's Sunset District, and surf culture. The reader is taken all over the globe with storylines based in Kyoto, Japan and Vietnam. A cast of unforgettable characters tell their deepest, darkest secrets in this gripping story. Ray is the step-son of writer Pat Conroy and the son of writer Cassandra King. Guess who influenced him to write? Don't miss this best seller at an economy friendly price sure to rise as the wave of popularity sweeps over the surfing world Don't miss other works by Jacob Ray including: "Pig-Skinned," "PiLL-Billies," "The Bridge Burners," "The Jets of Enceladus," "My O.B." & "The Undead of the Low Country."

This third release by Jacob Ray will have you on the edge of your seat for hours In this speedy thriller, Ray tells the story of a kleptomaniac on the run who steals his way through life while living in constant fear. Christian Barnes rips off a rehab clinic Staff before fleeing to Mendocino, California. He hides in a cabin in the woods he built and retained as a thief's lair. He survives by stealing and conning both locals and tourists out of everything he can. While hiding out he rediscovers a carport he dug out while on drugs. He resumes his project, digging so far he hits rock. He digs deeper still until he finds a cave the size of a small cathedral. He destroys the cabin and firepit and moves everything into the cave. His descent deeper into the earth is reflective of his downward spiraling psychosis, as he aims higher with his craft of conning by stealing the ultimate prize This book contains tons of passages about surfing and the ocean but they are second to the main story about an addiction to instant gratification that goes unchecked Christian slowly becomes Freud's Id in human form, bent only on instant satisfaction of every wish and desire. Ray takes us deep into the remorseless mind of this master thief, as the pages ignite The Bridge Burners is a must read for any fan of character driven fiction. Read the follow-up to this title "PiLL-Billies" to hear the story of Tori Barnes, Christian's sister as she struggles with her own addictions. This book is dedicated to Stephen King.

Bestselling Kindle author, Jacob K. Ray's book of poetry has arrived for you to enjoy. This is over thirty poems and lyrics from past and present. If you like the writing in Jacob Ray's Novels, then you are sure to love the root of his writing which originated in his lyrics and poetry Be sure to check out all of his titles: The Ride Home, The Bridge Burners, Pig-Skinned, & The Undead of the Low Country. For more lyrics/poetry download his other release, Music, A Tongueless Language, the Lyrics of Jacob Ray.

Vaughn Mitchell is a superstar football player from the University of Alabama. A hate crime divides the locker room. Bitter ex-teammates are out for blood. A White Owl, a Cyclops, and a voodoo vigilante wielding a blunderbuss provide the backdrop allegory to this thriller about race. Unity and fellowship through the joy of college football overide old enemies, as Vaughn recounts his family history, starting with his first ancestor who was sold into slavery in Angola after an inner tribal dispute over the significance of his birthmark results in his being banished. Don't miss this important book for all sports fans. Pig-skinned reads like a journal found on the dirty locker room floor of American history. Get the new print edition of this recent Bestseller in the Sociology of Sports section on Kindle. This book is dedicated to Mark Ingram for winning the Heisman Trophy. This is the Third Edition.

The Low Country of South Carolina has a community of undead afterall...Roland Mathias is four-hundred and eighty four years old and the de facto hero for the Purist/Hunter party of Vampires who believe hunting human prey is the ONLY way to feed. After exposing a political council member from the Self-Preservationist Party (who are peaceful and aim for an altruistic relationship with Man) Roland becomes the object of revenge by getting cursed. This story is told as his curse is progressing. Roland is struggling to finish it all before his mind leaves him. He also plays griot, or storyteller, for the tiny community of undead that live on the Sea Islands of the Carolinas and Georgia. This book of the undead includes descriptions of local undead like Slip Skin Hags, Plat-Eyes, and Swamp Haints. Zombie powder is a featured menu item from local root doctors as are flight roots, invisibility roots, underwater breathing roots, and many other locally produced roots. They are either placed in one's shoe, worn around the neck, or chewed. The prized day walker root quickly becomes Roland's staple for income. He mails them to friends all over the world. Roland does not inhabit his Lair on Pritchard's Island, South Carolina alone...He has his right hand man, Samuel, from Sierra Leone who he converted shortly upon arriving in Charlestown in 1627. Samuel is also an artist and is famous for his giant, sweeping murals made entirely from the bones from their feedings. The murals depict early Vampire legend and myth, revealing a precursor ape, hominid-like Vampire who was nocturnal and thrived on blood. As they evolved, they became self-aware and were told that they were placed on earth to wipe out greedy mortals who would inevitably exploit and drain the planet God had created for them. The Undead of the Low Country is a trilogy. Book One begins in present times. Book Two revisits the Crusades. Book Three transports the reader to ancient Egypt. Don't miss this unique Vampire story Now in its Second Edition