By now, you are surely aware that "Look Behind You" has been released in paperback, and will be released digitally on August 31, 2015. So whether you live in the U.S., Canada, Italy, Japan or one of the other 50-plus countries around the world, this novel is available to you through Amazon.
So I thought you might like a wee taste of what to expect. Here is an excerpt of this exciting new novel, Book 3 in the 'Safe In His Arms' series by this author:
No
doubt about it, killing is a dirty business, he mused, as he cleaned
up after his latest victim. A meaningful kill, in his opinion, had
to result in a bloody mess. The bloodier, the better. Otherwise, it
meant he had let himself down, had rushed things. And he never
rushed a kill. Ever.
The
kill itself was always chillingly exciting. It was the aftermath
which he viewed as grueling and tedious. After all, disposing of a
garbage bag was one thing; disposing of a one-hundred-plus-pound
body was quite another. One did not simply stroll over to the
nearest dumpster and sling the body over the top.
And
therein lay the problem. He was getting older and this was getting
harder. It pissed him off to think he was no longer as strong as he
used to be when he had first taken up his unusual 'hobby.'
Used
to be he could pick off two of them in one day
without batting an eye. Now, here he was in his early forties,
feeling like an old man.
The
women fought, begged, most shit themselves. This had taught him
there was no pride in dying. He was certain, had he been in such a
situation, he would never debase himself in such a disgusting manner.
He would beg for death rather than crap himself.
Ideally,
he would have a crematorium on his property. This would make body
disposal so much easier. Into the incinerator, push a button and
presto, outta here! As it was, once he had killed them, he had no
choice but to bundle them up, carry them to his car, drive until he
found satisfactory dumping grounds, hoist them out of the car and
plunk them down in the dirt. A bitch of a job, and the only part he
hated.
Of
course, having pride in his trade, he never just left them to be
found as is. It was of the utmost importance that he pose them in a
manner which showed who they truly were. Women - or girls in most
cases - were whores, plain and simple. As such, it was important
they be displayed in a manner befitting who they were and what they
represented.
The
newspapers always failed to mention that tiny detail,
how beautifully they were posed - with artistic flair - because they
never found out about it. He knew why the cops were leaving out
these details, of course. They always withheld the juiciest bits
from any crime scene. Things only the killer would know, blah, blah,
blah. It was 'Criminology 101.'
No
matter. What he did or did not do to his pretties was not for their
benefit; it was for his. As long as he was happy, it was all that
mattered.
He
had made a career out of torturing and killing young things. They
were the tastiest morsels. He liked those with tiny waists and big
tits the most. More fun to be had. Not that he cared about big
breasts; he did not. To him, large breasts simply meant larger
parts to play with.
But
God, they had big mouths. Once they came to, it never failed, they
screamed their fool heads off until he had no choice but to gag them.
Usually with their own underwear. Unfortunately, some got so
scared, they pissed or shit themselves, in which case he would be
forced to find an alternate way to shut them up, like sewing up their
lips. He enjoyed sewing and was quite good at it, but despite his
sewing knowledge, he rarely used this particular skill for that
purpose. Too many other fun things to do!
If
asked, he would concede to being an old pro at this killing business.
If colleges ever added serial killing to the curriculum, he laughed
to himself, he could teach it. Bet he could get tenure in no time,
he thought, giving the table one last swipe with a moderately clean
cloth.
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