If you like psychological thrillers that keep you turning pages, you’ll love The Flood. 

Seven people. A locked storm cellar. Inevitable starvation.

What could you do to survive? 



Victoria Larson and her husband, Chad, are sitting on their rooftop, waiting for the end. For three days, they’ve watched their coastal Louisiana town turn into a lake, battered by an unprecedented series of hurricanes. With the levees obliterated, the waters rise higher and higher—the next storm is sure to swallow their house whole.

Just when all hope seems lost, a rescue boat emerges through the driving rain; a woman named Windy plucks them from their roof and motors them to a waterproof bunker—to safety. There, with a ragtag group of other evacuees, Victoria and Chad bed down and prepare to wait out the storms. 

But it isn’t long before Victoria notices a few things seem…off. The cement bunker has a door that locks from the outside. Many of the boxes of food don’t contain food at all. The bottles of water smell like rubbing alcohol. And everyone in the group has a secret; even Victoria’s own estranged husband seems to have known their captor prior to making the trek to the shelter. And some of her fellow evacuees are far too intent on defending the woman who locked them in this dungeon. Are they really storm victims like Victoria? Or are they accomplices in a sick game?

One thing is certain: none of them will survive if they can’t find something to eat. And if the stories the others tell about Windy are any indication, Victoria suspects their captor’s plans are far more evil than simply watching them die of malnourishment. 

The blade Windy gave her is proof enough of that.  

And it won’t be long until starvation devours the last of Victoria’s sanity.


I got so many amazing responses to last month’s email, but my favorite new joke came from Dave.

Noah finally reaches land after his epic journey on the ark. All the animals leave the ark and go their separate ways. The amphibians, however, turn back to enter the water. Frogs and water snakes slink back under the waves, the turtles clawing after them as fast as their little legs will carry them. At the water’s edge, the last turtle comes face to face with an octopus.

The turtle stops. “Wow! Some flood, eh?”

The octopus replies, “What flood?”

There’s a plot twist for you! Thanks for the laugh, Dave! 

I can’t wait to read your reviews of The Flood! In the meantime, feel free to pop over and join the release day shenanigans in my Facebook reader’s group