Robert Schobernd: 16 books

Staging two perfect murders and planning a third horrific crime was child's play for the brilliant but greedy defense attorney. That was until a relentless stranger began searching for evidence to nail the despotic monster. As the killer cleaned up loose ends the body count increased almost daily....

Society has made the word murder seem so ugly. But if pain and death are dispensed to those who truly deserve it, is that not a good thing? I think so. My victims have caused pain and regrets in my life but not the greatest. My family and friends, the people I loved and cared for, are the ones I hurt with the utmost cruelty and disregard, especially Adrianna and Lizzy. I am The Assassin.

Since my creation I was the hunter, the supreme hunter of men and occasionally of women. A decade of lies and murder extracted a heavy toll from my family, especially Lizzy. I have no friends, most were acquaintances not true friends. In the last few years those were replaced by enemies. Cruel, vicious enemies. Now as I am hunted I feel the fear and emotions my prey experienced.

While the other nations of the world succumbed, the zombie aberration exploded on the East and West Coasts and Gulf Shores of the USA; people there quickly turned into undead monsters by the millions. The eminent decline of mankind was suddenly apparent to we survivors at Deliverance. What wasn’t...

Kate Menke was sentenced to life in prison for murdering her husband. She soon found that even behind the protective walls of prison her life was in danger. Then she learned a tall, handsome stranger has reopened the investigation in an effort to prove her innocence. All hell breaks loose as Carter digs through the mountain of lies and deceit that have framed Kate for murder.

As a construction laborer, Clayton Albrecht, was going nowhere fast. Then he discovered a trade he was better suited to. His natural abilities guided him to the unholy profession of paid assassin. The pay was fantastic and the hunt soon became a need, his emotional drug of choice. But there are heavy personal tolls to be paid when your victims invade your mind every night.

The eminent decline of mankind has only now become apparent to and accepted by all of the survivors at Deliverance. Most of the people resisted acceptance of the eventual cataclysmic fall to the lifestyles and hardships of the fifteenth century. But as the life we've known slips away like a run-away...

No murders had occurred in the quaint coastal town of Cape Abigail in the past six years. Then on a cold, miserable night in January, three people were heinously murdered within a few hours. The meager evidence pointed to a husband and wife who were deeply involved with the three victims. Carter A....

Irene Compton awoke one morning with no husband, no home, and few possessions. What she had left was a group of people who had signed her and her husband's death warrants. Those facts had to be accepted. Letting them get away with it was something she could not, would not accept. Her mood then shifted to revenge. A thrilling novel awash in betrayal, conflict, revenge, and vigilante justice.

Ex-vigilantes Carter A. Johnson and Kate Menke have opened J&M Investigations in St. Louis, Missouri. Their first major case is to solve the horrific murders of three victims dubbed the Three Monkeys by the news media: Hear No Evil, See No Evil & Speak No Evil. While they search for clues,...

I don't know where to begin because I don't know for sure where they began. Some say it started with the black magic of witch doctors in Africa, others insist it was Haitian Bokor sorcerers and their curses. Still others claim it was a virus that occurred naturally. Before world wide communications...

I assume our government leaders, such as they were, are gone. Eaten, dead and transformed into zombies to be precise. The military, all four branches plus the Coast Guard and National Guard units, are either dead or disbanded. If any are alive the former members are struggling to survive from day...

One bright, beautiful, morning two months ago, Elsie Talbot rose, showered, primped to look her best, had coffee and a muffin, and strolled outside. She sat on a wood bench facing the warmth of the rising sun. The guard in the watchtower said Elsie smiled and waved at her. Then without hesitation,...

A storm is brewing. Whispers of it waft around me as low grumblings or snide looks. At first, I believed I misread these people I had faith in and held such high hope for. But when I confided in my wife, Kira, she reluctantly agreed with my observations; she'd seen and heard the rumblings of...