{"product_id":"sacrificed2","title":"The Cursed Hollow: The Sacrificed Ones Series Book 2","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cspan class=\"a-text-italic\"\u003eListen to a sample here:\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ciframe width=\"400\" height=\"75\" src=\"https:\/\/drive.google.com\/file\/d\/16l5KWSEJqTsIQJY5kBNGVMwkkgnSDiJX\/preview\"\u003e\u003c\/iframe\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #000000;\"\u003e🗣 Professionally Narrated by Thom Bowers\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe dead feast on the hearts of the living. The final sacrifice has begun…\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFormer marine Shane Ryan is the world’s greatest ghost hunter. But now, his past mistakes have come back to haunt him. Trapped in San Miguel after accidentally unleashing an army of heartless Aztec ghosts, Shane faces his deadliest challenge yet…\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBloodthirsty spirits, sacrificed centuries ago to the god Xipe Totec, harvest the hearts of the living. Panic grips the city. Corrupt police pin the murders on a serial killer while covering up their own sordid crimes. With the city under lockdown and Green Berets moving in, Shane and his ally Xander Ventura must track these supernatural stalkers to their jungle temple lair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eRacing against time before more innocents die, Shane must infiltrate this subterranean hell teeming with the corrupted souls he unleashed. And in the darkness below, he will come face to face with their ruler, the dark god himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eRedemption comes at a bloody price. Can Shane survive long enough to pay it?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eGrab your copy now!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable style=\"width: 100%;\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePRINT LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAUDIO LENGTH\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 67.1944%;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNARRATED BY\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003ctd style=\"width: 32.5847%;\"\u003eThom Bowers\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product-block product-block--tab\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsibles-wrapper collapsibles-wrapper--border-bottom\"\u003e\n\u003cbutton type=\"button\" class=\"label collapsible-trigger collapsible-trigger-btn collapsible-trigger-btn--borders collapsible--auto-height\" aria-controls=\"Product-content-tab_sacrificed2\" aria-expanded=\"false\"\u003e Read a Sample \u003cspan class=\"collapsible-trigger__icon collapsible-trigger__icon--open\" role=\"presentation\"\u003e \u003csvg aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\" role=\"presentation\" class=\"icon icon--wide icon-chevron-down\" viewbox=\"0 0 28 16\"\u003e\u003cpath d=\"m1.57 1.59 12.76 12.77L27.1 1.59\" stroke-width=\"2\" stroke=\"#000\" fill=\"none\"\u003e\u003c\/path\u003e\u003c\/svg\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e \u003c\/button\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Product-content-tab_sacrificed2\" class=\"collapsible-content collapsible-content--all\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"collapsible-content__inner rte\"\u003e\n\u003ch2 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 16pt; font-family: 'Tenor Sans',sans-serif;\"\u003ePrologue\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eWinston entered the courtyard and was surprised no one was there. There were usually people going for walks, or at least sitting on the benches by a little waterfall, feeding fish in the small pond.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eNo one was there this time, not even the parrots he had grown accustomed to seeing in the branches. The air was colder than it should have been, and he wondered if someone had been playing with the environmental controls. The fact that it was outside was confusing as well. Did the courtyard have air conditioning? It didn't make sense.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eThe waterfall burbling and rushing along the side of a slender rock formation was the only sound in the courtyard. It was serene and relaxing, but the cold made it uncomfortable. It must have been at least ten or fifteen degrees cooler than the beach.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eWinston pushed the thought from his mind and followed the cobblestone path to the door on the far side of the courtyard that led to the building where his room was located. As he passed a cluster of birds of paradise, he noticed that a shape on the other side of the garden was pacing him.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eAt first, he thought it was a man. It was the size of a person, but when he looked a second time, he only caught a glimpse of a shadow that quickly vanished. He stopped, looked back the way he had come, and stared in confusion. Now there was nothing, though he was certain he had seen something just a moment ago.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003e“Hello?” he called.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eAs a lawyer and a politician, Winston had dealt with his fair share of difficult people. He was polite to a fault sometimes, but he didn't play games.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003e“If you need something, come out and say it,” he said loudly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: 'Twentieth Century',sans-serif;\"\u003eThere was no reply. No movement. 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