Bax Mysteries

After a series of personal tragedies and abuse from his alcoholic mother, eighteen-year-old Bax is determined to rebuild his life.Using money left to him by his father, he finds a place to live and a job at the local coffee shop. But after he begins to experience psychic visions after touching certain objects, Bax realizes that a normal life may not be in store for him.Things take a turn for the scary when he uncovers evidence that may have belonged to the latest victim of a serial killer. With no family to turn to, he enlists the help of Piper: his fellow barista and a lover of mysteries.Together, they attempt to track the killer down before another life is lost. But are Bax's unique abilities and Piper's wit enough to the murderer to justice? I guess I am the classic "late bloomer." I had to sit in the front row of the class picture every year in elementary school; I didn't reach my present, permanent height until the year I got my driver's license. It took me a long time to "grow up" mentally, too; I was probably the least goal-oriented person you could ever meet.I always enjoyed reading books, though I was convinced that I was not, and never would be, creative enough to come up with an original idea or story without cobbling it together from things I'd already seen. And so, in my mid-forties, imagine my surprise when a story was born inside my head, and nine months later had grown so large that I couldn't hold it in any more.Better a "late bloomer" than a "never bloomer," I guess.I live in Arizona with my amazing wife Vaneza, and our kids, June and Sunshine (one is a dog and one is a cat, I'll let you figure out which is which). A series by Patrick Hodges.

The life of a psychic is strange. It shouldn't be deadly.After several chaotic months, Bax has finally come to terms with his clairvoyant abilities. But fate takes a turn no psychic could have predicted when the teenage daughter of a prominent politician disappears under mysterious circumstances.Forced to team up with his former nemesis, Bax is determined to continue his quest to atone for past mistakes. When the search for the missing girl uncovers a far more elaborate conspiracy, he begins to realize his selfless motives may be working against him - especially when the ghosts of his relatives appear with dire warnings about his imminent death.Will Bax choose to save himself, or will he risk his life to save a girl who may not deserve salvation? I guess I am the classic "late bloomer." I had to sit in the front row of the class picture every year in elementary school; I didn't reach my present, permanent height until the year I got my driver's license. It took me a long time to "grow up" mentally, too; I was probably the least goal-oriented person you could ever meet.I always enjoyed reading books, though I was convinced that I was not, and never would be, creative enough to come up with an original idea or story without cobbling it together from things I'd already seen. And so, in my mid-forties, imagine my surprise when a story was born inside my head, and nine months later had grown so large that I couldn't hold it in any more.Better a "late bloomer" than a "never bloomer," I guess.I live in Arizona with my amazing wife Vaneza, and our kids, June and Sunshine (one is a dog and one is a cat, I'll let you figure out which is which). A series by Patrick Hodges.

Bax's psychic abilities have turned his life upside-down. However, he has brought them under control, allowing him to settle into a routine – he has a job he loves, and a girlfriend he loves even more.He uses his skills to help the Phoenix P.D. solve their most difficult cases, but unbeknownst to him, something lurks in the shadows. His efforts have attracted the attention of a ruthless uber-criminal, putting him and everyone he cares about in danger.As the calendar approaches Christmas, Bax is forced to confront a shocking revelation about his parents. A case involving a dead body and a mysterious coin will light the fuse to an explosive that may shatter everything he holds dear. I guess I am the classic "late bloomer." I had to sit in the front row of the class picture every year in elementary school; I didn't reach my present, permanent height until the year I got my driver's license. It took me a long time to "grow up" mentally, too; I was probably the least goal-oriented person you could ever meet.I always enjoyed reading books, though I was convinced that I was not, and never would be, creative enough to come up with an original idea or story without cobbling it together from things I'd already seen. And so, in my mid-forties, imagine my surprise when a story was born inside my head, and nine months later had grown so large that I couldn't hold it in any more.Better a "late bloomer" than a "never bloomer," I guess.I live in Arizona with my amazing wife Vaneza, and our kids, June and Sunshine (one is a dog and one is a cat, I'll let you figure out which is which). A series by Patrick Hodges.