Book
2 in a three part series.
Suspense/Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date
Published: 05/13/19
In
small towns, secrets are like bodies. People kill to keep them buried.
Detective
Ollie Miller has a new partner. A man once framed for murder, who's now haunted
by dark secrets. When the remains of five corpses are discovered, Detective
Miller realizes there is a monster among them.
The
woman he loves, Ashley Duncan hides her past. Abused by her sadistic, alcoholic
father, Ollie will need to show her a man's touch can heal her tortured soul.
But
can he protect Cole Duncan, a traumatized child who will once again come face
to face with a killer? Because in a small town, a monster called Jericho
watches them all.
Book 1 in the Series
Book 1 in the Series
Drew Duncan swore he’d never go back to Ember Falls again. After he was wrongfully charged with his high school girlfriend’s murder, he waited for a trial that never came. When he was released from jail a year later, he left everything behind. But when his sister is murdered, Drew is forced to return to the hometown where he and his sisters were brutalized by their alcoholic father.
Once back, not even his training as a Marine and point man for McAlister Security prepares Drew for what he must face--a surviving sister who refuses to forgive him for abandoning her, a nephew who trembles when he enters the room, and an entire town that thinks he got away with murder. To protect his nephew, Drew will face his most terrifying fear. Going home.
Excerpt
Ollie was on edge. Someone had taken a big risk in killing Diana.
Then there had been that feeling outside Vic’s house tonight. It had only lasted a moment, but he was positive someone was watching them. Probably just more evidence that he was being paranoid, which is why he hadn’t said anything to Drew.
Ollie put the water back on, and rinsed off the last of the suds.
Maybe he should have said something. Drew clearly believed in instincts. Drew had sat in the small, stone alcove near where his sister’s body was found, looked out on that area of dirt and just knew something was off. He’d been right.
Of course, maybe Drew simply had better instincts then Ollie did.
Getting out of the shower, Ollie grabbed the large, white terry cloth towel and started to dry off. The bathroom was small, so he stepped out into the bedroom and towards the dresser. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he opened the top drawer.
The sound of glass shattering had Ollie’s heart racing. He grabbed the gun on the dresser and rushed through his bedroom door, and down the hallway. He burst into the living area, instantly training his gun on the source of the disturbance.
“Police, don’t move!” Ollie commanded.
Hands went up. It was a woman, thin and tall, with auburn hair. The familiarity of her curves was just setting in when she turned her head and grinned. “Don’t shoot officer. I surrender.”
Ollie lowered his gun. “Ashley?”
She turned the rest of the way around, lowered her hands and folded her arms. “No wonder you made detective. Planning on shooting me with that, stud?”
Ollie scowled. “Of course not. The safety is back on already.”
Ashley’s smirk turned into a grin. “I wasn’t talking about your gun.” She glanced down.
Ollie followed her gaze and saw the towel had fallen down around his ankles. “Fuck!”
He grabbed at the towel with one hand, trying to cover himself with the other. As he was still holding his gun, he was afraid he was going to shoot his dick off, but that couldn’t be much more embarrassing.
Ashley snorted as he wrapped the towel around his waist again. “Easy there, stud. It’s not like you have anything to be embarrassed about. Go get dressed and don’t shoot anything important off.”
He slinked away to the bedroom, cringing as he heard her laugh.
About the Author
Born
and raised in Brooklyn NY, Vincent Morrone now resides in Upstate NY with his
wife. (Although he can still speak fluent Brooklynese.) His twin daughters
remain not only his biggest fans, but usually are the first to read all of his
work. Their home is run and operated for the comfort and convenience of their
dogs. Vincent has been writing fiction, poetry and song lyrics for as long as
he can remember, most of which involve magical misfits, paranormal prodigies
and even on occasion superheroes and their sidekicks.
As
they say in Brooklyn: Yo, you got something to say? Vincent would love to hear
from you at Vincent@vincentmorrone.com
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