Torture disfigures and maims, traumatizing a person’s psyche. It also torments the lives they…touch.
A sick, twisted email lands at journalism outlets across the south, referencing innocent little animals and primal urges, Hollywood movie stars and women of a certain ilk...tearing flesh from bone. The haunting note tests Michael’s over-protective nature, and he questions if it’s just a prank from a sheltered computer geek, or a prophetic sign of a future heinous act.
A shadow of death swallows up one beautiful young lady after another…and no one can stop it. But what force is behind this chain of sadistic killings, pulling the strings, toying with pretty girls who want nothing more than to meet Mr. Right? As Michael and his band of brothers (and sister) track a series of bizarre murders in southern college towns—slowly piecing together what the FBI can’t—a savage monster strikes close to home.
When blood pours from the soul you love, the pain isn't of this world.
In the end, lives will be forever changed. And one will not survive.
A sick, twisted email lands at journalism outlets across the south, referencing innocent little animals and primal urges, Hollywood movie stars and women of a certain ilk...tearing flesh from bone. The haunting note tests Michael’s over-protective nature, and he questions if it’s just a prank from a sheltered computer geek, or a prophetic sign of a future heinous act.
A shadow of death swallows up one beautiful young lady after another…and no one can stop it. But what force is behind this chain of sadistic killings, pulling the strings, toying with pretty girls who want nothing more than to meet Mr. Right? As Michael and his band of brothers (and sister) track a series of bizarre murders in southern college towns—slowly piecing together what the FBI can’t—a savage monster strikes close to home.
When blood pours from the soul you love, the pain isn't of this world.
In the end, lives will be forever changed. And one will not survive.
A veteran of the corporate wars, former journalist, and true studier of human and social behavior, John W. Mefford has been writing his debut novel since he first entered the work force twenty-five years ago, although he never put words on paper until late 2009.
John writes novels full of intrigue, suspense, and thrills, but they also evoke an emotional connection to the characters.
When he's not writing, he chases three kids around, slaves away in the yard, reads, takes in as many sports as time allows, watches all sorts of movies, and continues to make mental notes of people and societies across the land.
John lives in Frisco, Texas with his beautiful wife, three curious kids, and a feisty fat cat.
Learn more about John at www.JohnWMefford.com
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Favorite Quote:
He couldn't help himself. "What's next?" "Quiet," she said. She leaned up
and kissed him, her fang-like teeth tearing skin on his lower lip. "I'll
be back in a quick minute. Meanwhile, drop the clothes, would ye?" The first blood drawn was his. He chuckled.
"Did I tell you I like your accent?" That was lame, he knew. She didn't respond or turn around, as she
disappeared into a dark corner. He'd
play along. Isn't that why he'd convinced his dear old dad to fork over ten
grand for this trip anyway? Of course, he'd fabricated an entirely different
story for his out-of-touch dad. He'd told him it was all about his exposure to
new cultures, new ways of thinking—an opportunity for growth and fulfillment.
How Dad ran a multimillion-dollar company perplexed him. Dad was so fucking
gullible. The crack of a whip pierced
his left ear, and he literally jumped two feet in the air. "You don't listen very well, do
ye?" she asked, sounding more militaristic. "Shit, you, uh, surprised me." He
began to unbutton his shirt, his heart hammering his chest, a touch of fear
invading his thoughts, and he eyed her outfit, full of metals studs, leather,
and all sorts of piercings in places that normally were hidden. "Three lashes for ye then." He knew she was serious, and he ripped off
his clothes. For the next hour, she played all sorts of games with her student,
leaving welts, breaking skin, and drawing blood. He wasn't as experienced, but
he caught on to the game, and knew her ultimate purpose.
This was a given to me in exchange for an honest
review. As always the author has done a
great job!!! Michael gets very disturbing emails at his job and nobody knows
what to think. What they find out is that they have a serial killer. One who
kills college girls by cutting their throat! It seems that the more emails that
Michael gets the more murders happen. What will Michael do next? Will he be the
one to solve the cases? Or will he happen to be next?
Throughout this book I found myself intrigued and wanting to
know what happens next. I also was
trying to figure out who did it myself.
The characters are very well developed. I love these stories and how
they keep you on the edge of your seat.
FIVE INTRIGUE ANGELS
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