Christopher Greyson

Christopher Greyson is an award-winning, Wall Street Journal bestselling author of mystery, action, and thriller novels.

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Have you grabbed your copy yet? The Color of Death is ready for your bookshelf (or Kindle 😉). Click the link below to get your copy today! Happy reading!

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I am thrilled to announce the launch of The Sound of Regret, my latest collaboration with New York Times bestselling author Trey Gowdy!

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Murder at Kindle Creek is available now! Enjoy the rest of your holidays with a book!

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Murder at Kindle Creek is just one week away! I just couldn’t wait to share it with you so here is an early Christmas present; the first chapter of my latest novel! Preorder your copy from Amazon today by clicking the link below.

Merry Christmas and happy reading!

Murder at Kindle Creek
Chapter 1
Charlie Westbrook
Crouched in the dark, her muscles coiled, Charlie Westbrook felt like a panther ready to pounce. Waiting for a drug bust to go down, you never know if you have five seconds or five hours to wait. As a hardened detective from the city streets of Boston, Charlie hadn’t experienced a night like this, hunkering down in the deep backwoods of Tennessee. Even after sundown in early August, the suffocating heat continued to press in from all sides. Stars, rarely visible in the urban jungle of Boston, gleamed overhead while the tall, wild grasses drooped in the humidity, sheltering the insects that clicked and chirped their midnight melody. Fireflies darted everywhere, pulsing their flares in the trees and grass. People came from all over to watch them this time of year. The little girl lying dormant somewhere beneath the Kevlar vest wanted to chase after the lightning bugs, catch them in a jar, and sleep by their magical glow.
But Charlie was all grown up now, and there were criminals to catch—even though her new boss had placed her on the back line. Since she’d arrived in Magnolia only two weeks ago, she could somewhat understand Sheriff Dixon's reluctance to let her lead right out of the gate, but she didn't like it. He insisted she hang back and observe. Until you learn how we do things here in Tennessee, he'd said.
Sitting on the outskirts of town, Charlie wondered what she had gotten herself into. After Evan’s death, she couldn’t stand being close to the ocean, so she banished herself to this landlocked purgatory. Having prepped as best she could for her new assignment, she still felt out of her element. She was used to city streets. Working in Boston, the most rural area she had to police was the Boston Commons — a city park surrounded by high-rises and highways. Now, on a plateau in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains, surrounded by woods and cow fields, she was as out of place as popcorn on manicotti.
Feeling like a bridled wild mare, Charlie struggled to accept her observatory role, but she chomped at the bit to get back into the action. Back home, Charlie led too many drug busts to count. So many, and with such success, SWAT nicknamed her Pandora—which didn't bother her at all because she loved opening the box. Nothing got her blood pumping more than seeing what demons would rush out when she kicked in a door. But now she was the new kid in town and the first-ever female detective on the force.
Shaking her hair off her neck, sweat rolled down her back as she watched the dilapidated house, its curtains hanging limply in the impotent breeze. If homes resembled their owners the way dogs do, the house bore a striking similarity to a meth addict. Smoke-stained windows glowed like jaundiced eyes, peeling paint drooped off the sides like scabs on a face, and broken shutters hung like rotted teeth.
She could only imagine how uncomfortable Max, the undercover cop, must feel trapped inside. No air-conditioning. Everyone around you is high on meth or jonesin' for a fix, and if they discovered you're a cop, you'd be dead.
She was jealous. She'd rather be inside, in the center of the action, than outside looking in.
Like a pack of wolves, six police officers surrounded the two-story house. Instead of taking the direct route across the overgrown yard and up the crumbling walkway, the SWAT team made their approach from the side as they silently crept toward the front porch. They kept a line formation with the point man holding a full-body, bullet-resistant, ballistic shield.
At the rear of the SWAT team, her new partner, Detective Luke Graves, crouch-walked, one hand resting on the shoulder of the officer in front of him, the other clutching his service pistol in a low-ready position. Tall and fit, the blond-haired southerner reminded her of a carefree Chris Hemsworth with short hair. Luke flashed her a mischievous grin.
Charlie had mixed emotions regarding her clean-cut partner. She wasn't sure why. He had an excellent record as a police officer, and his detective instincts were spot-on, though he had less experience than she did. Luke was almost too handsome and seemed to know it—a fact that chafed her—though, to his credit, he didn't appear to care whether she liked him or not. In that way, he was a great deal like her.
Luke gave her a thumbs-up and an impish wink like he was preparing to ride the fastest roller coaster in the park. She leaned forward. She would give anything to switch places, but Detective Graves had the right to be accompanying the SWAT team. It was his bust, after all.
Lightning crackled across the sky as it joined the fireflies' display, chasing away the darkness. The first drops of rain pinged off the tin roof of a decrepit garage. In the side yard, a lone rat scurried across the gravel to the shelter of an abandoned truck someone cannibalized for parts.
Charlie pulled the front collar of her bulletproof vest away from her body in a vain attempt to cool her chest. Sweat ran down her stomach from under her soaked bra. She flexed her foot, trying to stretch her leg when the sound of a ringing phone cut through the night. All eyes locked on the rear guard of the backup officers as he frantically ripped his cell phone from his cargo pants pocket and silenced the chime.
Charlie held her breath. No one moved. It seemed as if even the bugs had gone silent.
A second later, the house's front door whipped open, and a bewildered drug addict gawked at the armed figures coming up the walkway. “COPS!” He screamed.
And then all hell broke loose.
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Are you ready to meet Charlie Westbrook? Murder at Kindle Creek is coming your way on December 26th!

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Solve the Murder at Kindle Creek with Charlie Westbrook on December 26th.

Stay tuned. More sneak peeks are coming your way!

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Here it is, the evidence that you’ve been waiting for. One secret revealed, another mystery is waiting.

Join Charlie Westbrook as she tries to solve the ‘Murder at Kindle Creek’ on December 26th!

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One murder. Two missing girls. A cover you’ll never forget.

Murder at Kindle Creek, the first novel in my brand new detective series, The Case Files of Charlie Westbrook, is coming soon.

Stay tuned for the official cover reveal.

[MAGA Voice @MAGAVoice]

HOLY SH*T 🚨 President Trump just ended Zohran Mamdani’s whole Communist career in 45 seconds

"For a thousand years, Communism hasnt worked. I tend to doubt it's going to work this time”

HE IS ABSOLUTELY RIGHT

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Donald J. Trump Truth Social Post 10:07 AM EST 11/06/25

2025 Thanksgiving dinner under Trump is 25% lower than 2024 Thanksgiving dinner under Biden, according to Walmart. My cost are lower than the Democrats on everything, especially oil and gas! So the Democrats “affordability” issue is DEAD! STOP LYING!!!

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My newest blog, about AI and LLMs and copyright and piracy.

Should writers get paid? TLDR: Yes. But not for the reasons you might think.

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@IsabellaMo96266 Not sure what you mean. My daughter handles posting on that app.

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A new detective. A chilling case. A murder that will change everything.

Meet Charlie Westbrook in Murder at Kindle Creek- arriving December 26.

Don’t miss the start of a brand-new mystery series.

[Mary York @Mary_ork]

Calling all authors and writers! I'm following back everyone in the community, Drop your books, blogs, or projects below, and I'll gladly retweet. Let's support each other! #NewYear2025 #WritingCommunity #Books #Poems #Authors #Writers #ShamelessSelfPromo #MondayVibes #Newmonth

[The White House @WhiteHouse]

“All money left over from the $2000 payments made to low and middle income USA Citizens, from the massive Tariff Income pouring into our Country from foreign countries, which will be substantial, will be used to SUBSTANTIALLY PAY DOWN NATIONAL DEBT.” - President Trump

[Roz Meage @Rozy6565]

@Reuters Ultimately you were all sent to Washington to run the government, not to keep it shut down. It's time to move on, there are more battles ahead.

[Fatesblind @Fatesblind]

@ABC Love seeing those tariff dollars going right back to hardworking Americans! The President knows how to play tough with China AND put money in folks' pockets. Win-win for the USA and our families. Liberals said tariffs would never work but look at us now!

[ABC News @ABC]

President Trump on Sunday claimed that a “dividend of at least $2000 a person” will be paid to all Americans except for “high-income people,” saying the country is now wealthy as a result of his tariff policies. https://t.co/dn4qm55G1U

[Collin Rugg @CollinRugg]

NEW: BBC to apologize for deceptively editing President Trump’s January 6 speech in an effort to make it look like he encouraged violence at the Capitol.

The apology letter is reportedly expected to come early next week.

“Samir Shah, the BBC’s chairman, will write to the culture, media and sport committee on Monday to express regret for the way the speech, made on the day of the Jan 6 2021 Capitol riot, was spliced together,” the Telegraph reported.

BBC’s director general Tim Davie and Shah were both allegedly warned about the doctored footage in May but decided to keep quiet, according to the outlet.

[Fox News @FoxNews]

TARIFFS TO TREASURY: President Trump vows to use “massive” foreign tariff income to pay down the national debt — now at a whopping $38 trillion.