The Pearly Gates of Purgatory is a compulsive read. A dark tale of twisted love, lust, obsession, debauchery and treachery — a potent psychological thriller set amid the grit and glamour of New Orleans, Dallas and Palm Beach.

In life, there is fate, tragedy and love.

DARE TO EMBARK ON A PERILOUS JOURNEY AND FEEL THE HEAT AT THE OUTER LIMITS OF THE DARK SIDE OF THE MIND

From page one the narrator grabs hold of your hand and squeezes. Snared, you're deep inside her head, behind her eyes, underneath her skin. She yanks you into her steamy escapades, her bizarre, tangled web. There is no escape from the madness, mayhem, mystery, misery, mirth and more, that rains down on you. But who could not want more?

Hooked, there is no turning back. The suffocating, beautiful layers of anguish and joy that pair together as twin faces in the mirror keep peeling away yet there's always more, teasing and tantalizing. We reach for the evasive yet highly addictive sunken treasure of love, money, safety and happiness; all so close, so far, just heartache, a fingertip, a million miles away. Often it chases after us, nipping at our heels like the hounds of hell while we pursue distant horizons. We all search for Eden and the vanishing light.

THE MIND IS A FRAGILE THING TO SHATTER, BUT SO IS THE HEART

Cunning, charming characters run as fast and hard as they can trying to fulfill perverse thirsts that cannot be quenched, seeking to fulfill depraved hungers that cannot be satisfied. Unnamed psychological mind games and rot reign supreme. Unleashed, pent-up fear, horror, rage and smoldering secrets run rampant. Double-dealing is the rule of thumb. Deception and seduction walk hand-in-hand.

For those possessed and tortured by the fire within ― by a troubled past of poverty, riches, manipulation, strength, weakness, goodwill, temptation, black humor ― surrender and deep scars intertwine as one.

Those who have known pain know how to inflict it. Others choose to believe in fairytales, love and the power of redemption no matter how sordid the nightmare. It tingles. It burns. It saturates. It consumes. Is there such a thing as being trapped in holy hell? ― a place where inner demons dance with guardian angels?

EVERY DEVIL HAS NOT A CLOVEN HOOF

Swept into a vortex of liquid fire that, remarkably, feels good to the touch, no one escapes the explosive passion, pleasure, hate, hope, trust, greed, deceit, revenge, sacrifice and betrayal deep in the abyss.

Samara Schaffer, Dr. Tom Wiley and their cohorts in crime, in craziness, in passion smash through all barriers to hold you hostage on the ride of your life, taking you to a point of no return.

A first-person story told in a thrilling voice of originality, Sam's engaging voice is laced with satire, dark-tinged humor and wit. Once she slams into your life and takes command of your world, you will never forget her; neither her story nor her triumphs and sorrows, ever.

What you choose to believe or not is up to you.

Dissolute light and darkness lurk just beyond The Pearly Gates of Purgatory. On a spine-tingling journey into gripping consequences, who's to say what is real? What happened or not? What is, or was, make believe?

FIRE, BRIMSTONE AND DESTINY; SOULLESS IS THE SANDMAN

Deep, dark, mysterious secrets and lies, shimmering in the sun, lurking in the shadows, camouflage the rot that hides behind the gloss, revealing that nothing is as it seems, ever.

There is evil in the world. Deadly. Relentless. Silent. Provocative. Alluring. Irresistible. Indeed evil has many masks, many charms, many poisons. Mix and melt the faces of evil together. Evil spun in silk like a spider's cache is spellbindingly bewitching; the spoils divine and delicious but deceitful and deathly, too; for once that invisible shroud coils around you sneakily draping your heart, body and soul in its luscious webs of silky-soft poison, you'll be ensnared; hopefully, faster than you think, with no way out. In fact, you might plunge into the depths of murky madness, a place from which there is no return.

Lust, love, lies, hate and greed help the world spin on its axis. Though there is no evil without some good in it, there is also no good without evil in it, beware! Never trust your heart to a carnivore. Never lace fingers with a fiend in human shape. Never let a psychotic master charmer of the soul stake claim on your psyche. Because once you embrace a flame-eyed devil in disguise, once you climb aboard a runaway roller coaster madly careening through a house of smoke and mirrors, you can't just stop the ride and get off. Absolutely not. There is nothing you can do but keep riding, and screaming, and screaming. Until it crashes. And all you can hope is that you'll live to tell about it.

In life when lies become the truth, the truth becomes lies; reality becomes fantasy, fantasy becomes reality, evil feels good, good feels evil, and Heaven and Hell on earth fuse together, become one. How do you tell which is which? What is what? You don't. You can't. At least not before it's too late ― too late to save your sanity, your life, maybe your soul, too. Because sometimes the night is long, life is short. Actuality is an illusion. Nothing is as it seems. Fairytales are but thinly-disguised nightmares; and when all of these things come to pass you'll know you've crossed over into the darker regions of the cosmos. Then and only then will you come to suffer the agony, the thrills, the lies beyond the Pearly Gates of Purgatory ...