Jeremy Frazier has narrated 4 audiobooks on Listento.it by 3 authors. The most-rated is The Devil Drives a '66.
Finding Faith
Summary
Losing Hope the end of our senior year of high school destroyed my vision of love. We were too young to have to deal with death, but it'd stole Hope from me. I'm adrift in life. Leaving for my freshman year of college on a football scholarship puts me on the fast track of popularity at the university. Failing English lit has me close to losing my scholarship sophomore year. My tutor Faith sees something in me no one else sees. Is there a chance you can meet two love of your life at such a young age? Or am I just setting myself up for heartbreak again?
©2020 Susan Meachen (P)2021 Susan Meachen
Losing Hope
Summary
Falling in love with the goodie-goodie in school was never supposed to happen. Watching her in the color guard all summer long on the field during football practice makes me want her no matter what. She's the type of girl the preppy girls pick on but she's truly a beautiful girl. She keeps me at arm’s length no matter what I do. She’s convinced I’m just another stupid jock who likes to party too much and play games on and off the field. Convincing the prettiest girl in school to give me a chance forever changes the courses of our lives. No matter what she says or does, we are destined to fall in love and our destiny will forever change my world in the end as nothing will ever be the same again.
©2020 Susan Meachen (P)2020 Susan Meachen
The Black Lion
Summary
The Black Lion tells the untold story of Protestant brewer Deryk Carver who lived in the 16th century Black Lion pub in Brighton. One evening he gets arrested. Nine months later he is burned at the stake in Lewes and becomes the first martyr of East Sussex. In 2019 Matt quits his job. He buys a cottage from an anonymous seller and rents it out as a holiday-let. The guests get caught up in unexpected supernatural encounters. Is Deryk's spirit haunting the cottage?
©2020 Richard B. Gough (P)2020 Richard B. Gough
The Devil Drives a '66
Summary
It was all too much — the car that had been buried for 52 years yet started right up, the flashback to the 1960s and the ghostly girl, the bugs the size of dogs whose stench filled the cab and caused me to retch. I gripped the door handle instantly — even as the little chrome knob dropped, locking me in. Then we were accelerating — abruptly, powerfully — whipping around the cars in front of us and blasting through the intersection: the girl vanishing, just winking out of existence, the bugs making a sound like crickets but magnified a hundred fold — the V-8 (or whatever it was) roaring. Yes — yes, James. Want this, we do…. Want it! Want it! Right there, James. The infestation. Do it! But I wasn’t driving. No, I could see that wasn’t true: My foot was on the pedal just as sure as my hands were on the wheel. And that foot dipped suddenly even as the skateboarder came into view — his eyes widening, his free leg kicking — so that he disappeared into an alley even as we exploded past — fishtailing to a halt in the middle of the road, where the high-compression engine sputtered and the glass packs rumbled — before my foot once again hit the gas and we tore after him, burning rubber. And then we were bearing down upon the kid, as he kicked and kicked furiously and glanced at us over his shoulder. As I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw the bug-things leaning forward (as though in anticipation). As I fought whatever impulse had taken oven my limbs and partially succeeded — too late. There was a thud-crunch! as he vanished beneath the hood — and the car bucked violently, as though I’d driven over a curb. I ground the brakes, glancing in the mirror — saw him tumble after us like a bag of litter. Only then, after I’d come to a complete stop, did it occur to me: I could see out the back window. The bugs were gone. The kid, meanwhile, was still alive — good God! — and thus it wasn’t too late; I could still help him, still save him. Yes, yes, James. Save him. We’re not finished yet, James. Finish, finish! I felt the gearshift in my hand — saw that I’d already put it in reverse and was stepping on the gas, letting out the clutch. And then the car launched backward — reversing straight as an arrow....
©2019 Wayne Kyle (P)2020 Wayne Kyle Spitzer