Wow, what a week it’s been! I’ve put so much time into marketing my new release Search For Maylee that I’ve completely neglected my previous books, which is absolutely silly right now because I write thrillers, and its the month of HALLOWEEN!!!
SO, in light of my neglectful selfishness in terms of the slasher book I published last year, I’ve marked it down to $.99!! It’s bloody, gory, intense, psychologically twisted, and just straight up disgusting… Perfect for the season, I can’t believe it’s taken me halfway into the month to mark the price down for Halloween. Talk about being distracted! lol
Standing next to Kam, peering across the street and into their home, I can clearly see her mutilated body. Their front doors are French, and opened wide, allowing a perfect view into their once tidy entryway. The always bleached white floors and walls are completely covered in scarlet splatters and pools of blood. That must have been exactly where the attack had taken place. Right inside the front door, for God’s sake. I can only imagine her killer’s tactic, pushing his way in as she greeted him with an innocent welcome. Sick. Disgusting. This is completely unfathomable.
The once full of life girl is slumped backwards over a small round decorative table. Her legs are bare, and full of slashes. A slow steady drip is still running down her arms and escaping to the floor from her fingertips. Clinging to her body are the remnants of a spaghetti strap tank top, and short pajama bottoms. I can’t even tell their original color. My mind wanders briefly away from the present. I picture those pj’s being a lovely shade of green, and the smile on her face is genuine.
The thought lasts only a second before my mind snaps back to reality. Like a rubber band pulling itself into place, my head twitches and my lips let out a frightened gasp. Breanna must have been relaxing comfortably in what should have been a safe home. Bile rises from my stomach, and into my throat. I swallow it, and continue to stare. I am unable to look away. Unable to process.
Just like Beth was, every inch of her is stained in thick red fluid. This killer is bleeding them out. Every drop of life drained from his victims. It is vicious, and it is personal. I look closer. There’s a shine on her chest. It reflects light from the bright police LED lights placed a few feet away from her. Something is resting around her neck. Small and gold. I wonder how it is possible that she actually has jewelry on that could still hold a shine. How is there no blood on the top of her necklace?
Not everything is as it seems in what appears to be an average family. When danger lurks so close to home, skeletons emerge, and the darkest of secrets surface, causing twisted desires to become reality. Aggravated Momentum offers the perspective of some very diverse and unique characters, including fun, witty personalities to fall in love with, along with an intellectual killer to die for. You may be surprised as to whom exactly you can relate. Is it the cold, calculated murderer, who’s name is yet to be revealed? Markie or Kam, the independent sisters, guilty of nothing more than getting tangled with the wrong people at the most inopportune times? Or, the cowardly snake curled in a hidden corner? Who are you, exactly? And, more importantly, who are they? The deeper you dig into the psyche of another, the more breath taking are the secrets you will find.