Alone in his room with lavender walls, a steel plate mirror, and a dormitory mattress with tightly folded sheets, a skeleton-thin forty-four-year-old Ronald Neyman remained barefoot in a Hudson Psychiatric Hospital gown barely long enough to cover his knobby knees. Tall enough to touch a basketball net flat-footed, he towered over throngs of manic-depressives, epileptics, schizophrenics, and irrational subjects pacing...

From Miami Living Magazine MAGAZINE Jason Melby Unleashes a Gripping Psychological Thriller with PSYCHOPATHIC Suspense fiction is about to get a major jolt with PSYCHOPATHIC, the latest thriller from author Jason Melby. Known for his ability to craft compelling narratives with deep psychological twists, Melby delivers a gripping story that explores paranoia, obsession, and the fragile boundaries of the human...

Dr. Steven Jenkins clinked his wedding band against the computer mouse on his stand-up desk near a two-story window overlooking a dreary winter skyline above the ice-encrusted landscape surrounding the Coma Recovery Center in Cold Spring, New York. A well-groomed goatee, a shade lighter than his thinning, silver hair, extended from his prominent chin. He gazed at the monitor through...

“Psychopathic is a stunning piece of literature that thrilled, shocked, and entertained me from the very first page!” — Red Headed Book Lover   “Utterly absorbing, dark, and unsettling…” — The Prairies Book Review   “Melby reinvigorates the psychological thriller with a peerless heroine, masterclass pacing and a judicious sense of foreboding throughout.” — BestThrillers   “Graphic thrill ride packed...

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Dressed in casual clothes and Ray-Ban shades, Sarah and Leslie carried bags of merchandise through the town of San Miguel. Baked from a day in the sun, they blended well with the other tourists hunting for bargains among the local merchants who made their livelihood from the crowd of affluent visitors. Dwarfed by the cruise ships looming tall as high-rise...

With the benefit of an early leave policy and the nod from a generous boss, Leslie Chambers left the parking lot in the federal building on Constitution Avenue in time to see construction workers place orange cones along the center of the right hand lane. The effort slowed traffic in all directions, leaving her with no choice but to stay...

Leland started his morning shower with his arms above his head, palms pressed flat against the tile above the faucet handle. Hot water sprayed his head and back, cascading down his lean torso and legs toward the gurgling drain at his feet. He lost track of how long he’d been standing in the steady stream, only knew that the water...

Crammed in the last row of the standing-room-only section reserved for VIP guests, Melissa maneuvered around a pair of taller gentlemen gazing at the Jumbotron and the swooping television cameras above the sold-out space inside the Bridgestone Arena, where thousands of delirious, screaming fans enjoyed another Brooks & Dunn ballad. Caught in the rapture of live music, her life made...

Leland sat on the end of a metal bench near the back of the men’s locker room in the basement of the Bridgestone Arena. The spartan confines provided a place of solitude to ponder his own fate while big name acts ran sound checks with their equipment and the venue’s sound system before the sold-out show went live. Dressed in...