The Surrogate — Nick Sharman

The old man was dying. Shivering; rug-wrapped, his body wasted, the limbs already skeletal. His room was filled with the sweetly nauseating smell of decay. Money he had had, ambition, power, intelligence and an icy determination. Always others had been bent to his will. Now these things would no longer serve. But one thing more he had. Hate. An absolute hatred of the one person who had defied him in his life. And now the power of that hatred would allow him to stretch out from beyond the grave and seek to destroy. The victim: his own grandson. A child.


A DOLL THAT KILLED LIKE A DEMON.
A SEDUCTRES WHO COULD PULL A MAN INTO THE DEPTHS OF HELL.
A MONSTROUS PARENT WHOSE MENACE LIVED AFTER HIM…


Frank was learning the power of vengeful hate…of cunning treachery…of virulent evil…and, above all, of fear -- because there was nothing he could do to keep the person he most hated from seeing the one he most loved…there was no way he could stop his father's malevolent spirit from reaching out from beyond the grave to claim his young son…