Boneyard Tides

Boneyard Tides: Aphotic Waters Book One Copyright © 2023 Amo Jones All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, things, living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. If downloaded this ebook via a pirating site, know that you have committed theft which is punishable by law. In the United States alone, the maximum criminal penalty for copyright infringement is a fine of up to $250,000 and a jail sentence of up to five years. Editors: My Brothers Editor, Paige Smith Proofreader: Sarah Plocher Formatting: Stacey Ryan Blake Cover design: Emily Wittig Photographer: Wander Aguiar TABLE OF CONTENTS Title Page About This Book Series Introduction/Triggers Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Other Books Contact Information Picture this…you’re sitting by the ocean, sipping your favorite cocktail. The sun is setting over your skin, and the sound of waves crashing against the sand offers the perfect background music for the mellow reggae tunes that play through the salty air. Life is good. You have a best friend who seems to be a better friend to you than he is a boyfriend to his girl, your mom is calling your phone to ask what time you’ll be home for dinner, and your current “plaything” is too busy flirting with another girl in a desperate attempt to see if you care. Pathetic. But you don’t care because the sand is between your toes, your surfboard is freshly waxed, and you are one hundred percent sure that your life is perfect. It was all perfect, right? Except Hades Hollow would never be perfect. This was a town built on old stories that were planted, grew, and eventually rotted here. It was a vicious cycle of rebirth. The stories would never die…not at least until the real one had been told. It all started with a game. The kind of trickery that poisons your heart because it knows the mind is weak. One was my nemesis, a genre-meddling musician. The foe. One was as scary as he was charming. The weapon. And one was a billionaire. The ruse. I mean, I knew that, right. I knew who they were… I was about to find out the hard way that I didn’t know anything at all. I’m Shiloh St. Claire. A daughter, a friend…and The liar. Hades Hollow has underlying secrets and you’re going to follow in the footsteps of our new girl Shiloh St. Claire to find them. Boneyard Tides is book one of a four-book series. Every book will be told from all four of their POVs. If at any time you think, goddamn, woman, wtf is going on here? Then you’re reading an Amo Jones’ book right. The day I no longer give this to my readers is the day I should set down my pen. Now! Back to the series… Without giving too much away, because four books, know that this is a Gothic Romance. It’s not my usual harsh dark romance that slaps you in the face and knocks you right the fuck out. This one is going to creep up on you. It’s not written to be dark, but I still found some aspects of it quite daunting. I mean…I am me. But also…here are the triggers: Violence Death/gore Supernatural conversations Blood To the people who fuck red flags. Saddle up. Shiloh There’s a kind of nagging echo that bounces off the dark town streets of Hades Hollow. The whispers between the Tiki huts, sandbars, and small coffee shops. No one liked to speak about it out loud. I think, for the most part, everyone here likes to ignore all the red flags within the stories. I wasn’t sure what to believe most of the time. The stories had changed so much I don’t think anyone really knows the truth. The tales grew around every good thing in this town like poison ivy. Death was a lonely place, but it was silent there. Peaceful. Haunting. “Shi! Hurry up, baby! Jump!” Ruin calls out loudly from below. Fucking Ruin and his dumb ideas. I took a careful step closer to the edge until the loose rocks moved beneath my toes. The dark water curdles around the rocks down below, and I hold my breath as