Matthew James

Perhaps the greatest book of poetry ever written. Matthew James is a sheer genius and a cunning linguist. He paints words onto a page the way da Vinci did onto ceilings, or was that Michelangelo? Either way, he’s impressive. The emotionality of this master work explodes from the pages and hits you straight in the face with a walloping force. This book will mesmerize and provocatize. Nothing is taboo to Matthew James. He regularly breaks boundaries with his insights on subjects like sex, liquor fuelled promiscuity, and women. Considered by the Incas to be a cross between William Shakespeare and Wilt Chamberlain, Matthew James is truly a genius of our time. Please, let him put his poems in you. They won’t disappoint.

Let Me Put My Poems In You: Love! Sex! Comedy! Prejudice?

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Retiring Well

In the mysterious, steamy jungles of Nepal, a ghost-a devil-a murkatta awaits greedy men seeking to slay tigers and sell their body parts. The demon originates not from the depths of hell, but from the United States. This delusional, forlorn creature has vowed to protect the endangered Bengal tiger from anyone or anything, including vile poachers, brutal bounty hunters, and complicit foreign governments. But with each viscous, deadly encounter, Tony Campasi, a former clothing store manager and family man, loses a bit of himself and his sanity. He wonders if he still has enough fight and clarity to fend off the tigers’ greatest threat. Will the totality of inhuman acts render him unable to defend a despondent promise he made after a tragic, life-shattering event? This novel shares an East versus West tale as divergent cultures collide amid politics, fury and fire, and the fate of the wild tiger dangles in the balance.

Tiger Farms

My name is Frank Moon, and I used to be a detective with the NYPD. I say used to because, ever since the demon, Abaddon, came for a visit, nothing's been the same. Okay, so technically it wasn't the fallen angel himself that arrived in Manhattan. It was actually a meteor, and due to its blood-red coloration, the description stuck. Almost immediately after 'Abaddon' arrived something horrifying happened. People started changing, turning into the things of nightmares right before my eyes. Some were my friends. Some neighbors. Some were just people passing through. Either way, they didn't deserve that fate. No one did. Now, I only care about one thing... Finding my wife and getting the hell off this island alive.

Matthew James

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