The Shrouded Series


small_shroudedindarkness_hdthomsonWinner of the Ready-Set-Go Contest

Finalist in the Suzannah

1st place in Peninsula Contest

Jake Preston is on borrowed time.  If he doesn’t stumble upon a miracle and soon, he’ll end up dead.  And even if he does, he still might end up dead with a clever killer hounding his heels.  He believes the one miracle and antidote to save him is in Margot Davenport’s house, across the country and miles away from Boston.  Somewhere locked in her home is the key to reversing an experiment that is killing him with each breath he takes.

Margot doesn’t particularly care if she ends up dead.  She’s lost everything she’s ever cared for.  A divorce and the loss of her job as a corporate lawyer has left her with little faith in herself or in anyone else.  Most importantly, she’s lost the one person on this earth she’s looked up to and cherished–her brother, Johnny.  His death in a car accident has devastated her, and she can’t find the willpower to pull herself from the chasm she’s fallen into.  Her only solace is at the bottom of a wineglass.  Having moved back to the small town in northern Arizona where she was raised, she’s made a point of isolating herself both mentally and physically from everyone other than a few chosen friends.  Little does she know that her life is going to explode into chaos and the person behind Johnny’s accident is coming after her.

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SHROUDEDINMYSTERY_EBOOK_small1st place in Beacon Contest ~ Paranormal Category.

1st place in the Emily ~ Paranormal Category

John Davenport wakes from a car accident with a dead man beside him and a duffle bag in the back seat with over one hundred thousand dollars in cash and a loaded gun.  He has no memory of his past or how he got there.  His only clues are a photo with the address of a shelter and a driver’s license with the name of Clark Kent.  They lead him to Boston, but once there, he’s left with more questions and a sense of eminent danger.

But nothing prepares him for the phenomena he finds within himself.  His hearing’s more acute than any animal, his strength beyond anything human.

Katherine Spalding knows she’s one of the lucky ones.  Born with money and looks, raised and educated among Boston’s elite, she has the respect and admiration of friends and the community.  But her luck’s about to turn to chaos when a tall, gorgeous man with the most incredible gray eyes stumbles into her life.  Katherine doesn’t know what to make of him.  He claims he’s Clark Kent.  But is he saint or sinner, hero or villain or … just plain crazy?  Is she willing to find out, even at the risk of her life?

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About the author:

H.D. Thomson moved from Ontario, Canada as a teenager to the heat of Arizona where she graduated from the University of Arizona with a B.S. in Business Administration with a major in accounting. After working in the corporate world as an accountant, H.D. changed her focus to one of her passions-books. She owned and operated an online bookstore for several years and then started the company, Bella Media Management. The company specializes in web sites, video trailers, ebook conversion and promotional resources for authors and small businesses. When she is not heading her company, she is following her first love-writing.

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Our review of Shrouded in Mystery

When I first started this book I could not figure out where it was going. Then when the main character's name was revealed as Clark Kent, I thought oh no what is going on here? But I was pleasantly surprised. Clark Kent aka John is a strong hero-worthy main character that although he has absolutely no memory beyond waking up in a wrecked car with a dead body 2000 miles from home, innately has the need to protect the innocent. He is driven by the unquenchable desire to find out who he is and who wants him dead. He also must figure out why he has the ability to run faster than a speeding bullet and crack wooden banisters with his bare hands. Oh and did I mention he can heal from gun shot wounds in minutes?

Katherine Spaulding is a haunted strong giving woman who although she is worried about who Clark really is cannot deny the feelings she has for him and the confidence she feels deep inside that he is a good person. Katherine has lived most of her life as the pampered daughter of a senator but she has a heart of gold. Her job saving runaways at Morning Dove comes from a deep seeded need to atone for the death of her friend no matter what her well to do family does or says to dissuade her.

Together these two unlikely heros must save themselves and bring down the maniacal people out to kill them both. Their love grows from a spark to a bonfire that although they attempt to ignore, cannot be denied. These two definitely are soul mates and have the passion and fire I absolutely adore.

There were parts of the book that were predictable and moved a little slowly but Ms Thomson has a great ability to build memorable characters and action packed story lines. She also brought a new light to the Man of Steel that is both memorable and endearing. Clark aka John is incredibly sexy and a true hero!

This mystery is worth a read! Go in with an open mind and remember anything is possible!

Review by Julia for ILVN

Bite Rating

three and half fangs



The scream slapped her awake. She jackknifed up in the bed. Blood pounded in her ears as she sat and listened to the silence. Then she realized that this time the cry hadn’t come from outside but downstairs. She scrambled from the bed and hit the cold wood floor running, almost banging into the side of her bedroom door on the way out. The night was black, illuminating nothing. With questing, outstretched hands, she found the stair’s handrail and fumbled down the steps. Breathing deeply, she rounded the stair post and slammed into something warm and very human.

She opened her mouth to scream.

“It’s me, Jake,” he said from the darkness, holding onto her arms to steady her.

She let out a long, shaky breath. “What was that?” she asked in a hushed voice. “You must have heard it. It sounded so awful.”

“It was your cat.”



“But I could have sworn it sounded more human than—”

“I stepped on his tail.” He cleared his throat. “Scared the hell out of both of us. He took off somewhere. Sorry about getting you out of bed.”

“I'm just glad I found out what it was. But what are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Relaxing, she glanced up, only to be blinded by the night. Thick, black and total, it draped over Jake and everything around her. His hands, warm and strong, grasped her upper arms. She grew conscious of the coolness of the house, of the silk of her nightgown against her skin, but most importantly of Jake, of the deep woodsy scent of his after-shave and how his hands, minus the gloves, were now slowly sliding up and down her arms. Her toes curled beneath her. He smelled like what she envisioned a man should smell like. Desire lapped against her skin until it seeped through her flesh and took hold of her body.

He slid a hand up her arm and over a shoulder to cup her throat, while the other curled around her waist to press against the small of her back, inching her closer to the heat of his body. She met his lips halfway, opening her mouth beneath his. The kiss deepened, demanded and took. She raised a hand to feel his own against her throat. He had a long fingered, strong hand, the skin smooth and flawless over the tendons and knuckles. She touched his face, his neck, his shoulders. Against her palms, his skin was satin over hard muscle. He was all male, all power.

He hauled her closer, pressing her sensitized breasts against his chest as his tongue mated with hers. His desire thrust against the shallow hollow of her hips. The thick, hardness of him scorched through the material of her gown to her belly and turned her legs to liquid. She slid her hands over the sleek texture of his naked back, over the muscles and tendons, down across the indentation along his spine and lower.

She froze.

He was entirely, absolutely, completely naked, every male inch of him. She whimpered as her breath came out in short, shallow pants, and desire slammed against her, painful in its intensity.

Margot stiffened. Oh, God. Had she completely lost it? Where was her sanity, her morals? She hardly knew this man.

“No!” She dragged in a lungful of air. “This is all wrong!”

Before it was too late, Margot ripped out of his arms, stumbled up the stairs to her room, and slammed the door closed.


Grabbing the banister, Jake stepped onto the stairs.  Even the cold air against his bare skin couldn’t douse his raging desire. He could run after her and take her. She’d been just as hot, just as hungry. It wouldn’t take much to convince her to let him strip her naked, to touch, to stroke and kiss her until she was writhing and bucking beneath him, to make her come.

He stood under the cover of darkness, trembling, starving, hurting. It had been too damned long. Her skin had been soft, smooth. She’d smelled like heaven. Jake flexed his fingers. He’d finally buried his bare hands into her hair. The strands had felt exactly like he’d envisioned. Like silken water. He’d wanted to bury his face in their waves and drink in their essence.

Jake let her go. This time.


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