Max Sawyer

Max could have stayed in New Orleans.
He could have ignored the call.
But some people don’t get to “move on” until they settle what’s still bleeding underneath.

If you like thrillers with:
✅ a flawed hero
✅ a friend in trouble
✅ a case with too many convenient facts
✅ and a small town with long memory…
Meet Max Sawyer in Blood Remembered.

Max follows a lead to a backwoods shop called Herbs and More.
It’s not the kind of place you go for parsley.
And it’s not the kind of place you leave without questions.

Hellenston looks prettier than Max remembers—new paint, fresh sidewalks, smiling faces.
But pretty towns can hide ugly secrets.
Sometimes the uglier the secret, the nicer the front porch.

“The problem is that someone wanted Mandy to take the fall…”
Max Sawyer doesn’t chase justice.
He chases the thing that doesn’t make sense.

The victim is found naked.
The shotgun is there.
Her prints are on the weapon.
And Max can’t shake the feeling someone wanted Mandy to take the fall.

“I hate alarm clocks.”
Max Sawyer might be a mess… but he’s my kind of mess.

Max’s “safe house” for this mess?
A houseboat on the river—complete with a bar.
Because if you’re going to chase the truth, you might as well do it with bourbon nearby.

A small Arkansas town.
A dead man.
A suspect everyone already believes is guilty.
And Max Sawyer… who has a history in Hellenston that never really stayed buried.

“The police arrested Amanda Rawls last night for murder.”
That’s all it takes to send Max back to the hometown he swore he’d never need again.

“My mouth tasted of bourbon and cigars…”
Max Sawyer has made worse mornings… but not many.