Kester James Finley

As a Florida native, Kester Finley grew up and around the backwoods of Zephyrhills. The country life with its slower pace, and with its mix of colorful characters eager to share, inspired him to write.

Fascinated by the unknown, the supernatural, he has spent time studying all forms of paranormal activity and history while being fully immersed in the world of superheroes and magic holding his head high as a geek, a lover of comics, and a damn good role player.

He now lives in New Port Richey, Florida whiling away the hours writing, trying to figure out what he wants to be when he grows up, and focusing on a return to his roots, nature, and the mystery of life beyond the veil.

Bitter Awakenings (The Keeper Chronicles, Book 1)

Contemporary Fantasy

It had been a quiet three years for Truddie Mae Watts, an almost immortal woman sharing the body of an eleven-year-old girl alongside an injured demon. As a Keeper, those chosen by the fates and granted supernatural powers to protect the veil between our world and the astral planes, she has grown accustomed to the tranquility of her home magically hidden away within the swampy wilderness along the outskirts of Dade City, Florida. That is until the veil calls out for her assistance urging her back into action and into the path of a sinister new enemy.

Something has breached the veil into our world. An entity that marks her and those she loves, for death. Driven by a ravenous appetite for energy, a craving for the occult, and a desire to end all of Keeper kind, it will stop at nothing until this world, her reality, is erased.

Now, forced to work alongside the tri-blooded Dusty, her adopted son and nature mage Niles, and Valda the snobby ice enchantress, they must race to stop this new evil that is hell-bent to destroy them and ultimately cause two worlds to collide that would unravel the universe.

Against all odds and against a ticking monstrosity of devouring evil, the Keepers must rally and protect not only their reality but also themselves before time runs out for them all.