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    Ace of Spades: Volume 1
    Gideon - The Final Chapter: Case of the Ace of Spades - Volume 2
    Rosenthall: Bête Maléfique des Bois
    Audiobook series5 titles

    Gideon Detective Series

    Written by Sidney St. James

    Narrated by Sidney St. James

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    About this series

    Sebastian Westfield, the grandson of Connor Westfield, is living life in style with the hefty allowance given to him monthly by his grandfather. The problem is, one night started like all the rest, with his arrival at Sid’s Cabaret in Portland, the home of famed theater star Valentina Clemente. When the evening first started, he could remember everything. However, the next instant, his mind goes blank. He can’t remember what happened the rest of the night when an assassin took his grandfather’s life in Black Rock Cove or how he ended up on the floor of an abandoned farmhouse a few hundred yards away from his grandfather’s house the following day.

    The trees of the forest by the lake became slightly out of focus, like that of a poorly taken photograph. It wasn’t until Sebastian got closer, it congealed into a form… a woman dressed in red with silver skin and a predator’s smile.

    All became silent while he watched the woman skirt along the edges of the stagnant lake. Then, without warning, he found himself on his back, looking up at a person wearing a red and black ski mask. He shook his head back and forth and heard the words from what he thought was the woman in red, but the words were said in a man’s voice with a rasping tone of a one-pack-a-day smoker. “Have you come to play, Sebastian?” Sebastian couldn’t find words to say and only opened his mouth to scream.

    Then without warning, he found himself back on the dilapidated and deserted farmhouse floor. Abruptly, a chill rose up his spine making him shiver. Something was here with him. He could feel it! A voice, hoarse and faint, echoed around him, coming from the adjacent room in the farmhouse. Sebastian slowly turned his head over his shoulder, and the whispering came to a stop. The air chilled to ice, and his labored breathing was the only sound he could hear. It was hanging down from the ceiling, crawling ever so slowly, closer and closer… dark and brooding. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBeeBop Publishing Audio Group
    Release dateApr 24, 2021
    Ace of Spades: Volume 1
    Gideon - The Final Chapter: Case of the Ace of Spades - Volume 2
    Rosenthall: Bête Maléfique des Bois

    Titles in the series (5)

    • 1

      Rosenthall: Bête Maléfique des Bois
      Rosenthall: Bête Maléfique des Bois

      Rosenthall: Bête Maléfique des Bois

      Sidney St. James
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      Black Rock Cove, on the coastline of Oregon, has a unique and sinister charm. It is a quaint fishing village and charming resort for summertime visitors by day, but by night…well, that’s a different story. The murder of Oliver Bateman was purely the strangest of all crimes. A gunshot was heard as he fell dead in the courtyard, but bullet holes were missing from his body. Three deep knife wounds, however, covered his chest. Even stranger, Elizabeth Knight, daughter of famed Nobel Prize winner William Knight, was discovered in her locked bedroom on the brink of death after hysterical screaming and two gunshots were heard. She was found all alone… with no assassin present. Find the motive of the assassin, and you locate the criminal. Nevertheless, several people have reasons, which may have led them to the deed. Which one did it? Why did the murderer leave a bloody cow bone in the room? Why was there only one bullet found in the chamber after witnesses heard two shots, and two were expended in the golden 22 caliber revolver found in the room? Also, most of all, how was the crime committed in a sealed chamber? How did the assassin escape? What an outstanding way for the first novel of James’ detective murder series to begin? Who was killed? That’s what the readers want to know and why he or she was murdered? How did the assassin escape? These questions run through the readers’ minds as one of the most hideous crimes ever committed on the estate of a two-time Nobel Prize-winning physicist, Professor William Knight. The mystery continues as a diabolical scheme to frame an innocent man was set in motion. Wait! Did the wrong person lose their life? What will that do? Create more questions? Result in more murders? Will there be other murders? Who’s the mastermind behind them? These questions become the catalyst for a sequence of events that will rivet the readers to their seats.

      Black Rock Cove, on the coastline of Oregon, has a unique and sinister charm. It is a quaint fishing village and charming resort for summertime visitors by day, but by night…well, that’s a different story. The murder of Oliver Bateman was purely the strangest of all crimes. A gunshot was heard as he fell dead in the courtyard, but bullet holes were missing from his body. Three deep knife wounds, however, covered his chest. Even stranger, Elizabeth Knight, daughter of famed Nobel Prize winner William Knight, was discovered in her locked bedroom on the brink of death after hysterical screaming and two gunshots were heard. She was found all alone… with no assassin present. Find the motive of the assassin, and you locate the criminal. Nevertheless, several people have reasons, which may have led them to the deed. Which one did it? Why did the murderer leave a bloody cow bone in the room? Why was there only one bullet found in the chamber after witnesses heard two shots, and two were expended in the golden 22 caliber revolver found in the room? Also, most of all, how was the crime committed in a sealed chamber? How did the assassin escape? What an outstanding way for the first novel of James’ detective murder series to begin? Who was killed? That’s what the readers want to know and why he or she was murdered? How did the assassin escape? These questions run through the readers’ minds as one of the most hideous crimes ever committed on the estate of a two-time Nobel Prize-winning physicist, Professor William Knight. The mystery continues as a diabolical scheme to frame an innocent man was set in motion. Wait! Did the wrong person lose their life? What will that do? Create more questions? Result in more murders? Will there be other murders? Who’s the mastermind behind them? These questions become the catalyst for a sequence of events that will rivet the readers to their seats.

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      Ace of Spades: Volume 1
      Ace of Spades: Volume 1

      Ace of Spades: Volume 1

      Sidney St. James
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      In the stack of envelopes on top of Gideon's desk, one was curiously unlabeled, the same as any random piece of junk. He slid it open nonetheless. All the envelope contained was a simple leaf… dark green with serrated edges, finely divided and lacy. It was almost triangular, broad at the base with the tip tapering to an almost point. No sooner did he lay the envelope down on his desk, his phone rang. It was the Chief of Police requesting his service on another case. Across town, another event was happening. Watching her take a sip, it took the assassin every urge not to swat the glass away, but he knew it was the only way to save his life. He stared at the beautiful woman and wondered how long it would take to go into effect. He questioned how much time it would be before she became dizzy and forgot where she was. Everything seemed to switch into slow motion. For a moment, the killer doubted himself and wondered if, in fact, he poisoned the wrong glass? Guilt began to creep into his gut. It took all his strength to withhold the tears that started to glisten in his eyes. Why? The wine glass fell to the side, and her body collapsed to the floor. The killer wasted no time. With an ivory-handled dagger, he stuck the Ace of Spades across the point of the blade and pierced her in the chest. He then placed her body inside the largest trunk among the many in the hallway packed earlier for a long journey.  Then, he called on a deaf-mute to carry the trunk to an unknown destination. But, the blundering detectives assigned to the case get all the facts twisted, and the wrong man was accused… or, was it the wrong man?

      In the stack of envelopes on top of Gideon's desk, one was curiously unlabeled, the same as any random piece of junk. He slid it open nonetheless. All the envelope contained was a simple leaf… dark green with serrated edges, finely divided and lacy. It was almost triangular, broad at the base with the tip tapering to an almost point. No sooner did he lay the envelope down on his desk, his phone rang. It was the Chief of Police requesting his service on another case. Across town, another event was happening. Watching her take a sip, it took the assassin every urge not to swat the glass away, but he knew it was the only way to save his life. He stared at the beautiful woman and wondered how long it would take to go into effect. He questioned how much time it would be before she became dizzy and forgot where she was. Everything seemed to switch into slow motion. For a moment, the killer doubted himself and wondered if, in fact, he poisoned the wrong glass? Guilt began to creep into his gut. It took all his strength to withhold the tears that started to glisten in his eyes. Why? The wine glass fell to the side, and her body collapsed to the floor. The killer wasted no time. With an ivory-handled dagger, he stuck the Ace of Spades across the point of the blade and pierced her in the chest. He then placed her body inside the largest trunk among the many in the hallway packed earlier for a long journey.  Then, he called on a deaf-mute to carry the trunk to an unknown destination. But, the blundering detectives assigned to the case get all the facts twisted, and the wrong man was accused… or, was it the wrong man?

    • 8

      Gideon - The Final Chapter: Case of the Ace of Spades - Volume 2
      Gideon - The Final Chapter: Case of the Ace of Spades - Volume 2

      Gideon - The Final Chapter: Case of the Ace of Spades - Volume 2

      Sidney St. James
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      By the time the world's greatest detective figures out whodunnit… his own son could die in the electric chair in this murder and mystery suspense novel. There was only one case out of hundreds of cold cases that Vincent James Gideon never wholly solved, Rosenthall. (Read about it in Book 1 of the Gideon Detective Series.) If that should happen in Volume 2 of the Case of the Ace of Spades, his son could walk down that lonely hallway to the electric chair. Watching her take a sip, it took the assassin every urge not to swat the glass away, but he knew it was the only way to save his life. He stared at the beautiful woman and wondered how long it would take to go into effect. He questioned how much time it would be before she became dizzy and forgot where she was. Everything seemed to switch into slow motion. For a moment, the killer doubted himself and wondered if, in fact, he poisoned the wrong glass? Guilt began to creep into his gut. It took all his strength to withhold the tears that started to glisten in his eyes. Why? She began to cough and cough. The wine glass fell to the side, and her body collapsed to the floor. The assassin wasted no time. With an ivory-handled dagger, he stuck the Ace of Spades across the point of the blade and pierced her in the chest. From the many trunks in the hallway packed for a long journey, he placed her body inside the largest one available. Then, the killer called on an accomplice to carry the trunk to an unknown destination. But, the blundering detectives with the Black Rock Cove Police Department who were assigned to the case got all the facts twisted. The wrong man was accused. He was known as Billy Bob Tanner, Gideon's son. By the time the victim was found, her flesh was as cold as the wintry night. Her ivory skin was splattered with blood.

      By the time the world's greatest detective figures out whodunnit… his own son could die in the electric chair in this murder and mystery suspense novel. There was only one case out of hundreds of cold cases that Vincent James Gideon never wholly solved, Rosenthall. (Read about it in Book 1 of the Gideon Detective Series.) If that should happen in Volume 2 of the Case of the Ace of Spades, his son could walk down that lonely hallway to the electric chair. Watching her take a sip, it took the assassin every urge not to swat the glass away, but he knew it was the only way to save his life. He stared at the beautiful woman and wondered how long it would take to go into effect. He questioned how much time it would be before she became dizzy and forgot where she was. Everything seemed to switch into slow motion. For a moment, the killer doubted himself and wondered if, in fact, he poisoned the wrong glass? Guilt began to creep into his gut. It took all his strength to withhold the tears that started to glisten in his eyes. Why? She began to cough and cough. The wine glass fell to the side, and her body collapsed to the floor. The assassin wasted no time. With an ivory-handled dagger, he stuck the Ace of Spades across the point of the blade and pierced her in the chest. From the many trunks in the hallway packed for a long journey, he placed her body inside the largest one available. Then, the killer called on an accomplice to carry the trunk to an unknown destination. But, the blundering detectives with the Black Rock Cove Police Department who were assigned to the case got all the facts twisted. The wrong man was accused. He was known as Billy Bob Tanner, Gideon's son. By the time the victim was found, her flesh was as cold as the wintry night. Her ivory skin was splattered with blood.

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      Ace of Spades (Volume 1) and Gideon - The Final Chapter (Volume 2)
      Ace of Spades (Volume 1) and Gideon - The Final Chapter (Volume 2)

      Ace of Spades (Volume 1) and Gideon - The Final Chapter (Volume 2)

      Sidney St. James
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      In the stack of envelopes on top of Gideon's desk, one was curiously unlabeled, the same as any random piece of junk. He slid it open nonetheless. All the envelope contained was a simple leaf… dark green with serrated edges, finely divided and lacy. It was almost triangular, broad at the base with the tip tapering to an almost point. No sooner did he lay the envelope down on his desk, his phone rang. It was the Chief of Police requesting his service on another case. Watching her take a sip, it took the assassin every urge not to swat the glass away, but he knew it was the only way to save his life. He stared at the beautiful woman and wondered how long it would take to go into effect. He questioned how much time it would be before she became dizzy and forgot where she was. Everything seemed to switch into slow motion. For a moment, the killer doubted himself and wondered if, in fact, he poisoned the wrong glass? Guilt began to creep into his gut. It took all his strength to withhold the tears that started to glisten in his eyes. Why?  She began to cough and cough. The wine glass fell to the side, and her body collapsed to the floor. The killer wasted no time. With an ivory-handled dagger, he stuck the Ace of Spades across the point of the blade and pierced her in the chest. He then placed her body inside the largest trunk among the many in the hallway packed earlier for a long journey.  Then, he called on a deaf-mute to carry the trunk to an unknown destination. But, the blundering detectives assigned to the case get all the facts twisted, and the wrong man was accused… or, was it the wrong man?

      In the stack of envelopes on top of Gideon's desk, one was curiously unlabeled, the same as any random piece of junk. He slid it open nonetheless. All the envelope contained was a simple leaf… dark green with serrated edges, finely divided and lacy. It was almost triangular, broad at the base with the tip tapering to an almost point. No sooner did he lay the envelope down on his desk, his phone rang. It was the Chief of Police requesting his service on another case. Watching her take a sip, it took the assassin every urge not to swat the glass away, but he knew it was the only way to save his life. He stared at the beautiful woman and wondered how long it would take to go into effect. He questioned how much time it would be before she became dizzy and forgot where she was. Everything seemed to switch into slow motion. For a moment, the killer doubted himself and wondered if, in fact, he poisoned the wrong glass? Guilt began to creep into his gut. It took all his strength to withhold the tears that started to glisten in his eyes. Why?  She began to cough and cough. The wine glass fell to the side, and her body collapsed to the floor. The killer wasted no time. With an ivory-handled dagger, he stuck the Ace of Spades across the point of the blade and pierced her in the chest. He then placed her body inside the largest trunk among the many in the hallway packed earlier for a long journey.  Then, he called on a deaf-mute to carry the trunk to an unknown destination. But, the blundering detectives assigned to the case get all the facts twisted, and the wrong man was accused… or, was it the wrong man?

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      The Lady in Red
      The Lady in Red

      The Lady in Red

      Sidney St. James
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      Sebastian Westfield, the grandson of Connor Westfield, is living life in style with the hefty allowance given to him monthly by his grandfather. The problem is, one night started like all the rest, with his arrival at Sid’s Cabaret in Portland, the home of famed theater star Valentina Clemente. When the evening first started, he could remember everything. However, the next instant, his mind goes blank. He can’t remember what happened the rest of the night when an assassin took his grandfather’s life in Black Rock Cove or how he ended up on the floor of an abandoned farmhouse a few hundred yards away from his grandfather’s house the following day. The trees of the forest by the lake became slightly out of focus, like that of a poorly taken photograph. It wasn’t until Sebastian got closer, it congealed into a form… a woman dressed in red with silver skin and a predator’s smile. All became silent while he watched the woman skirt along the edges of the stagnant lake. Then, without warning, he found himself on his back, looking up at a person wearing a red and black ski mask. He shook his head back and forth and heard the words from what he thought was the woman in red, but the words were said in a man’s voice with a rasping tone of a one-pack-a-day smoker. “Have you come to play, Sebastian?” Sebastian couldn’t find words to say and only opened his mouth to scream. Then without warning, he found himself back on the dilapidated and deserted farmhouse floor. Abruptly, a chill rose up his spine making him shiver. Something was here with him. He could feel it! A voice, hoarse and faint, echoed around him, coming from the adjacent room in the farmhouse. Sebastian slowly turned his head over his shoulder, and the whispering came to a stop. The air chilled to ice, and his labored breathing was the only sound he could hear. It was hanging down from the ceiling, crawling ever so slowly, closer and closer… dark and brooding. 

      Sebastian Westfield, the grandson of Connor Westfield, is living life in style with the hefty allowance given to him monthly by his grandfather. The problem is, one night started like all the rest, with his arrival at Sid’s Cabaret in Portland, the home of famed theater star Valentina Clemente. When the evening first started, he could remember everything. However, the next instant, his mind goes blank. He can’t remember what happened the rest of the night when an assassin took his grandfather’s life in Black Rock Cove or how he ended up on the floor of an abandoned farmhouse a few hundred yards away from his grandfather’s house the following day. The trees of the forest by the lake became slightly out of focus, like that of a poorly taken photograph. It wasn’t until Sebastian got closer, it congealed into a form… a woman dressed in red with silver skin and a predator’s smile. All became silent while he watched the woman skirt along the edges of the stagnant lake. Then, without warning, he found himself on his back, looking up at a person wearing a red and black ski mask. He shook his head back and forth and heard the words from what he thought was the woman in red, but the words were said in a man’s voice with a rasping tone of a one-pack-a-day smoker. “Have you come to play, Sebastian?” Sebastian couldn’t find words to say and only opened his mouth to scream. Then without warning, he found himself back on the dilapidated and deserted farmhouse floor. Abruptly, a chill rose up his spine making him shiver. Something was here with him. He could feel it! A voice, hoarse and faint, echoed around him, coming from the adjacent room in the farmhouse. Sebastian slowly turned his head over his shoulder, and the whispering came to a stop. The air chilled to ice, and his labored breathing was the only sound he could hear. It was hanging down from the ceiling, crawling ever so slowly, closer and closer… dark and brooding. 

    Author

    Sidney St. James

    Sidney St. James is an extraordinary author who has made his mark in the world of science fiction suspense. With a creative mind that knows no bounds, St. James weaves captivating tales that transport readers to thrilling and otherworldly realms. His unique ability to blend the elements of science fiction with heart-pounding suspense has garnered him a dedicated following of readers eager to embark on their next exhilarating adventure. Born with an insatiable curiosity and a love for all things speculative, St. James found his calling in the realm of science fiction. From a young age, he was drawn to the limitless possibilities and unexplored frontiers of the genre. Influenced by literary greats and inspired by the wonders of the cosmos, St. James embarked on a writing journey that would push the boundaries of imagination and captivate readers with their visionary tales. St. James' science fiction novels are a testament to their boundless creativity and meticulous attention to detail. With each page, readers are transported to intricate and fully realized worlds, where technological advancements, extraterrestrial encounters, and moral dilemmas abound. His skillful storytelling keeps readers on the edge of their seats, as they navigate through a maze of suspense, intrigue, and thought-provoking concepts. In addition to his literary accomplishments, St. James is an avid pickleball player. This dynamic sport, which combines elements of tennis, badminton, and table tennis, serves as a source of balance and inspiration for St. James. The strategic gameplay and the camaraderie of the pickleball community provide a welcome respite from the boundless realms of science fiction that occupies his mind. As St. James continues to push the boundaries of the science fiction suspense genre, his unique blend of imagination, suspense, and pickleball prowess sets him apart as a true force to be reckoned with. With each new novel, readers eagerly anticipate the next thrilling journey that St. James will take them on, whether it's unraveling the mysteries of distant galaxies or engaging in a high-stakes match on the pickleball court. Sidney St. James is a true visionary and an author whose stories and pickleball skills will leave readers and opponents alike in awe.

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