"Supernatural meets Sons of Anarchy. Detective Maxim Dwyer is a man on a mission and nothing is going to stop him from finding his missing wife - not shape-shifting hard cases, outlaw bikers, or government cover-ups. Finn’s Seventh Sons is a story you’re not going to want to put down."
- James A. Hunter, Author of Strange Magic (Yancy Lazarus Series)

Two years after his wife went missing, Detective Maxim Dwyer is still running down leads. The isolated woods of Sycamore are home to many lawless men, and no one's talking, but that hasn't stopped Maxim from gathering suspects. Topping his list is the local motorcycle club, the Seventh Sons. His biggest obstacle? Everyone swears the bikers are werewolves. The small-town residents are wary of provoking the MC, and the marshal's office is no exception.

Everything changes when a routine biker brawl turns fatal. Going against procedure, Maxim presses an enigmatic stranger for answers. But Diego de la Torre is running his own con. The outlaw deals in lies and legends, and no adversary can back him down. Not even the police.

It's too bad that nobody's above the law for Maxim. He's willing to risk his badge, and his life, to prove it.

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"Finn has written a thriller filled with poeticnarrative, a noir-style voice, and gritty characters. I am extremelyimpressed."
- Phillip Tomasso,Author of Vaccination

"If you enjoy police dramas and the paranormal with ahuman twist, this book is definitely in your realm. Points fororiginality!"
- Lauren Pesci, Moviesand Manuscripts

"The Seventh Sons blends a dark noir feel with horrorfor a read that's tense, exciting, and inventive. I was hooked - first by thecharacters and then by the labyrinthine turns of the plot. Domino Finn writeswith detail and clarity."
- Erica Lucas, Top 1000 Reviewer

Excerpt:
Before the vocals had a chance to start,Maxim switched the station. His wife loved that song, and she was the lastthing he wanted to think about now.

He leaned back in his faded green sedan.The headrest scratched his head where the fake leather had cracked. It was afamiliar feeling, and not entirely uncomfortable. Sitting in his car for longperiods of time was part of the job.

These days, working was the only thingkeeping him going. Even at night, when he was technically off the clock, whenthere was nothing going on, he desperately needed the distraction. But hisworld was filled with reminders.

A song. A memory. A glimmer of the fullmoon reflecting off his silver wedding band.

It was funny, he thought. As much as he avoidedthinking about Lola, he still wore the ring. He supposed it was his last shredof duty. Like a string tied to his pinky, it was a reminder he told himself heneeded. Even if it cut off his circulation. Even if it strangled him.