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About A.C. Dillon
You can thank A.C.’s first grade teacher for the interest in writing fiction. It was her casual comment on a mandatory daily journal, wherein she noted A.C.’s flair for storytelling, that planted the notion of writing full-length novels, poetry and short stories in an already overactive mind.
A.C. went to work quickly, burning through reams of paper with an ever-scribbling pen before turning to computers at age 14. The boreal world rejoiced, and A.C.’s range of writing grew from simplistic children’s tales rooted in wish to horror stories, thrillers, and psychological studies of damaged men and women thrown together by circumstance.
(Oh yes, and there was that novel-length X-Files fanfiction… but no one else ever read it so luckily, it doesn’t count.)
A.C. Dillon’s work is a natural evolution of over twenty years of reading and writing literature, and is characterized by the core elements existing fans have come to love: complex, realistic characters; witty dialogue; and an immersive narrative.
Between insomnia-fueled writing sessions, Dillon is an ardent animal lover who debates politics, obsessively collects music, and endlessly re-watches one of the most underrated films of all time: Empire Records.
Refusing to speak of the ghosts haunting her, Autumn soon finds that there are more reasons to fear the night than she ever dared imagine. A voice cries out in anguish through the walls. Mysterious messages appear near her feet – messages from a dead girl that Autumn sees darting into darkened corridors. And yet, the reclusive Film student she literally runs into might just be the gravest danger of all.
As past horrors bleed into the present, Autumn uncovers truths long buried behind the door of room 308. Secrets that someone will kill to keep silent – someone who stalks Autumn’s every move, patiently waiting to strike…
Seventeen months ago, Autumn Brody came face to face with a killer. The key to her survival: the ghost of one of his victims.
Determined to forget the horrors of boarding school, Autumn has never told the truth about that day. Focused on living a happy, normal life, she seems to have it all now. Great grades, great boyfriend — she’s even landed a publishing deal out of high school.
The one thing missing: ghosts. Or so she insists. The woman lurking near her favourite beach? A sleepy illusion. The feeling that she’s being watched? An understandable PTSD symptom. It’s nothing a trip to New York to see her best friend can’t cure.
But under the big lights of Broadway, things aren’t as they seem, and a chance encounter with a psychic is about to shatter Autumn’s understanding of her brush with death.
Veronica St. Clair is the twisted object of someone’s affections — a passion that turns deadly when it goes unrequited. Someone is determined to pluck theatre’s newest starlet from the sky and send her crashing to the ground. Surrounded by suspects — including one of their closest friends — Autumn must find the stalker to save Veronica’s life.
But is she desperate enough to re-open the door to the dead?
Today is the worst day of Jimmy Anderson's life, and it is no exception to this rule.
Nine hostages are locked inside of a bank but as Sam begins to quickly appreciate, this is anything but a simple robbery. The stakes are far higher than the contents of a vault and it will take all of Sam's wiles to meet the demands of the five men within as the deadline fast approaches.
Trapped within a storage room without answers, the hostages seek meaning in the seemingly meaningless criminal act. Nine strangers are about to realize that their lives have been a series of coincidences that have set them on trajectories with a single shared destiny.
As the hours unfold inside and outside of the branch, Sam, Jimmy, the armed men, the hostages and their loved ones on the sidelines are drawn into the eye of an invisible storm years in the making. Secrets will be revealed, betrayals will be avenged, and blood will be shed.
One way or another, they all must collide - and no one will ever be the same.