Kolleen Bookey
About the book
The Shift
It was just a dream… until she died.
The van slammed into the barrier in a fireball that should have ended everything. Instead, Riley Collins wakes in a place she swore she’d never return to—beside the man who once tried to kill her. The dream was no coincidence. It was a warning. And Riley has six days to prove that something catastrophic is coming—something unstoppable known only as the Shift.
As the world begins to fracture, Riley and Jack Colton reunite their team to hunt a predator who thrives in chaos. Ringo—ruthless, cunning, and unrelenting—moves through the shadows, laying traps that test loyalty, fracture trust, and turn allies against one another. Neighborhoods erupt into violence. People vanish. And the Shift reveals a terrifying truth: humanity isn’t the only thing responding to its call. Something ancient and evil is stirring just beyond reach.
With time running out and bodies piling up, Riley must rely on the one man she trusts least—the fighter with the dragon tattoo, a devil’s advocate with secrets of his own. Survival will demand sacrifice. Surrender may buy time, but it won’t end the game.
Ringo isn’t just hunting anymore.
He’s preparing for victory.
And when the Shift fully arrives—no one will be safe.
COMING SOON
Book Three of the Fighters Series
Inside the Book
Jack knelt and peered into the grill with his light held tight. “I found the rest of the town,” he said, voice low. He ducked back, catching a trace of something worse than rot — the chemical tang of embalming gone sour.
From the shadow, Tom stepped forward, calm now as a funeral director. The smell around him had somehow settled into something deadlier than whiskey and piss.
“You’re gonna get sick, old man,” Jack told him. “Handling bodies like this.”
“They need buryin’ proper, like,” Tom said, fingers twitching in a nervous map of the years. “They don’t belong out on the street.”
“Burn them,” Ryan said, shaking his head. “Where are the vehicles?”
Tom’s knuckled hand trembled as he pointed. “You’ll find somethin’ over there,” he mumbled, voice as thin as tissue. “Burn it.”
Jack leaned in and — impossible patience in his eyes — tossed Tom a lighter from his pocket. “We don’t have time for ghost stories,” he said. “You’re the keeper of Jerome. Make us a distraction.”
Tom took the lighter like a relic, staring down at the small flame as if it were a test he’d failed and passed both at once.
“Wanna be part of the team?” Jack asked. “Light it up. Draw ‘em out. Help us find what’s left.”
Tom’s face folded into something like purpose and fear. The town held its breath around them. Winded and stained, the old man clutched the lighter like a prayer and turned toward the dark that swallowed Jerome whole.
