Libros publicados

Beneath the Rock

What would you do if the person you trusted most was the one you should fear? Mary Hamilton grew up believing her mother worked herself to the bone for her — two jobs, sleepless nights, tired eyes. She told herself that was love. But looking back, the cracks were always there. The late-night phone call her mother didn't want her to hear. The emergency money tin, wiped clean without explanation. The morning her mother dressed up in perfume and curled hair and left for work without her uniform. Small things. Strange things. The kind of things a fourteen-year-old tells herself mean nothing. Then her mother disappears for seven days, comes back glowing and younger-looking, and pulls Mary into a hug that feels more like a secret than a welcome. And everything that follows, every lie, every locked door, every shadow that seems to breathe, begins with those cracks. When Mary is brought to a vast, decaying mansion on the edge of nowhere, she senses immediately that something is deeply wrong. The house has a weight to it, a silence that presses down like a held breath. There are rooms she isn't meant to enter, questions she isn't meant to ask, and a little girl named Lacey whose name makes the staff go still and pale. Lacey, they say, simply ran away. Couldn't bear the grief after losing her mother. Slipped off into the world and never came back. But Mary has learned what it looks like when adults are hiding something. She has learned to read the cracks. As she digs deeper into the mansion's past, what she uncovers is more chilling than she ever imagined. A mother poisoned slowly in her own bed, a father who traded his daughter's life for a fresh start, and a killer who slept soundly through it all. And the closer Mary gets to the truth, the more she realizes that the danger isn't buried in the past. It's still here. Still watching. And she may not be as safe as she thinks. Beneath the Rock is a gripping gothic debut from Chasity Phillips, a story about the betrayal of those who should love us most, the silence that allows evil to thrive, and one young woman's refusal to let the dead be forgotten. Dark, atmospheric, and impossible to put down, it asks the question we all hope we'll never have to answer: How well do you really know the people closest to you?

The Hollow Chapel

What would you do if the house your family inherited wasn't just abandoned... it was waiting? When Calvin Chambers loses everything, the only roof left over his family's heads is the crumbling Victorian estate at the end of Hollow Chapel Road, a property his father begged him never to touch. Buried deep in the Alabama pines behind the house sits a forgotten graveyard and a rotting chapel filled with hundreds of porcelain dolls, each one a silent witness to horrors no one in Crooked Oak dares name out loud. From the moment the Chambers family crosses the threshold, the ridge begins its work. Calvin's wife Beth starts vanishing into the woods barefoot and covered in mud, with no memory of where she has been. His youngest daughter Nancy is dragged toward a freshly dug grave bearing her own name. And fifteen year old Trisha, drawn to the darkness in a way she has never been able to explain, begins to realize that the hollow didn't just take their great aunt Lilly seventy years ago. It never stopped taking. Now, with a century old ledger still open and a curse older than the family itself hunting the next generation, the Chambers must uncover the truth buried beneath the chapel before the woods collect what they have already claimed. Some inheritances should stay buried. Some doors should never be opened. And some ground was never meant to be broken back into.

Headlamp in the Dark

What do you do when the person who always came running is the one person you can never call again? For thirty-six years, Chasity had an answer to every hard moment life threw at her, and that answer was her big sister Tonya. Eleven years older and a lifetime ahead, Tonya was the kind of woman who defied every expectation and ignored every limit placed on her. She left school at sixteen, became a mother at seventeen, survived a wreck that should have broken her, beat the odds more times than anyone could count, and kept moving through all of it like the world owed her nothing and she intended to take everything anyway. She worked harder than anyone twice her size, scaled three-story ladders with a paintbrush and pure stubbornness, cut her own cast off with her own tools, and built a life with her bare hands in the woods of northwest Alabama — all while somehow still managing to show up for every single person she loved, every single time they needed her. She baked cakes at midnight. She drove like an absolute maniac. She wore a headlamp in the dark so she wouldn't wake anyone up, and she texted her little sister every single day without fail — just to say I love you sister. Growing up in the shadow of a woman like that shapes you in ways you don't fully understand until she's gone. Raised together on Hawk Pride Mountain Road in Tuscumbia Alabama, bound by these two sisters built a lifetime of showing up for each other. Through pregnancies and heartbreak, factory floors and hospital rooms, dark seasons and the kind of laughter that leaves your stomach aching at two in the morning over crane flies and canvas truck covers — they were always, always there. And then, in October of 2025, the mountain went quiet in a way it had never gone quiet before. Headlamp in the Dark is a memoir about an extraordinary woman told by the little sister who loved her most. It is a story about the kind of bond that doesn't require explanation, the kind of grief that doesn't follow a timeline, and the slow, stubborn work of learning to stand in the open when the safest place you ever knew is suddenly, impossibly gone. She always said she'd sleep when she died. Until then, she didn't stop for a single second.

The Dolorosa: A Story of Grief and Possession

Grief opened the door. Something ancient walked through. Sonya Ruth had the perfect life—until miscarriage shattered her, and her husband Adam's affair broke what was left. But Adam's betrayal did more than destroy a marriage. It carved a door through which something patient and hungry slipped inside. The Dolorosa doesn't haunt houses. It haunts the hollowed-out. As Sonya transforms from a grieving mother to a vessel of ancient evil, two men race to save her. Adam discovers his infidelities fed the very darkness consuming his wife. Jordan, her lifelong friend, uncovers a century-old trail of broken women consumed by the same entity—women who sleepwalked into fog and never returned, who spoke with voices from the bottom of wells, who committed acts of biblical violence while smiling with eyes black as coal. When the horror finally erupts, it is intimate, ritualistic, and absolute. And six years later, when Jordan raises Sonya's daughter as his own—new house, white picket fence, butterfly nursery—he learns the most terrifying truth: The Dolorosa doesn't forget bloodlines. Some demons don't need an exorcism. They need only grief, betrayal, and time. The Dolorosa is a 22-chapter descent into domestic horror, exploring how betrayal and abandonment create the perfect vacuum for evil to colonize. Blending Southern Gothic atmosphere with visceral body horror and psychological devastation, this novel asks: When the person you love becomes the monster in the room, do you fight the demon—or mourn the human it consumed?