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Excerpt Chapter 1
Wednesday, 5:30 p.m. LOUD! The music was loud! The bass was thunderous! The catchy, finger popping beat was heart pounding! The singing was exhilarating, the words catchy, but there was no party. There was no dancing. There was no one to enjoy the music that penetrated the blood-splattered walls inside Myra Barrett’s statically still apartment and seeped through plaster and concrete walls out into the adjourning apartments and into the long, pastry tan colored hallways of Ellington Tower Apartments. Myra couldn’t understand why no one had come pounding at her door yelling for her to turn down the music. Her floor, the thirteenth floor, was one of the quietest floors in the whole twenty-two story building, and it was rare for anyone to blast their music so loudly. Maybe that was because most of the tenants of the ten apartments on her floor were over fifty years old. That is except for Myra herself and Alice Reynolds down the hall. Myra was only thirty-three years old. She wasn’t ready to die. “God,” Myra said feebly, the taste of her own blood on her tongue, “help me.” Someone had to hear the music. Someone had to be annoyed. The music was deafening. With the right side of her face smashed into floor, Myra’s head was pounding from the roaring bass which was making the floor under her pain-racked, blood soaked body vibrate. The walls had to be vibrating, too. They usually did when the music was especially loud. By now Mrs. Harris next door should have been banging on the door and hollering for Myra to turn down her music. Did Mrs. Harris have a doctor’s appointment today? Where in the world was she? God, please let her come. Oh, God, please. Myra started to gag. The taste of her own blood seeping into her mouth from her throat reminded Myra that her weak hold on a life she desperately wanted to continue living was slipping away. Oh, God! Footfalls. He’s coming back! Oh, God. Myra tried to stop breathing in what little air she was getting. She tried to close her eyes. She couldn’t. Her eyes were frozen open and when Norris stepped in front of her, she couldn’t even shift her gaze to look at his foot. Norris stood over her and Myra could only guess that he was most likely looking down upon her with that same evil mask of disdain over his handsome face that he’d had on when he first started stabbing her. She had no idea Norris hated her so. |
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A successful romance novelist, Sassy Davenport is a woman looking to fulfill her own romantic fantasy. When the man of her dreams steps right out of the pages of her latest novel, Butterfly, Sassy falls madly in love with him. But what evil lies behind Norris Yoshito’s beautiful eyes and sexy smile? Is the man of Sassy’s dream a serial killer of women who made the mistake of trusting him just as Sassy did? When Sassy finds herself caught up in a nightmare of deception and danger, she has to keep her suspicions to herself or fall victim to a heartless killer who sees her death as the ultimate act of revenge. ______________________________________________________________________ |
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Gloria Mallette |
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If you give up before you realize your dream, you will never know how successful you could have been. |
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Mr. Walter Mosley |
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Gemini Press , P.O. Box 488 . Bartonsville, PA 18321. . . . . May 2008, $15.00 . . . . . . . ISBN 978-0-9678789-3-5 . . . |
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