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| INTO THE FIRE |
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Anne Stuart |
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Like Katherine Sutcliffe, Anne Stuart crafts novels of taut suspense laced with steamy, sexy passion. When Jamie Kincaid's cousin, Nate, is murdered in a drug deal gone wrong, she confronts Dillon Gaynor, Nate's best friend, to find out what happened. Dillon isn't positive the psychotic Nate is dead and neither is Jamie when their lives are suddenly threatened.
If you missed Katherine Sutcliffe’s Bad Moon Rising recently, pop it on your to-read pile this month. Darkly compelling and at times down-right scary, Katherine brings together a marvelously tormented hero, JD Damascus, and Holly Jones, a woman who escaped her life as a hooker in the notorious French Quarter only to be drawn back to New Orleans when her best friend desperately needs her help. After his wife and children were brutally murdered, JD, once an assistant district attorney, is now barely holding on to his license to practice law. He takes pro bono cases, defends hookers from charges of solicitation and drinks himself into a stupor every night. Not our regular kind of hero, is JD. Now, with Holly needing his help, and he not so willing to give it, JD has to drag himself out of his depression and help catch a killer who everyone believes has been executed for his crimes. Only JD doesn’t believe the right man was convicted.
Now a new killing spree begins and JD and Holly join forces to end the nightmare once and for all, but each of them has secrets, some forgivable, some not, that could jeopardize their hunt and their lives. $15.95
Are you feeling squeamish? Then perhaps this is a book to read during the day…
The bitch is harder to kill than most others.
Her wide eyes stare up at him, whites showing around the stark blue of the irises that are fast being eclipsed by the expanding pupils. He¹s seen enough women die to know just how much longer he will need to wait before getting down to business. He smiles and settles back in the chair, crosses his legs and checks his watch, first nudging down the surgical glove from the watch face - quarter of two. Ten minutes at the most and she will be a goner.
Long blonde hair, long legs, and collagen puffed lips that make her look as if she's taken a deep suck off a green persimmon. Better looking than most paid whores, granted.
But, a whore is a whore is a whore. A parasite deserving of extermination.
"Would you like to scream?" he asks. "Go ahead. I won't stop you."
She opens her mouth and gurgles. The blood would be filling up her throat by now, what hasn't drained out around the ice pick in her neck, just below the jaw line. There is an art to such a wound, the precision of it so masterful a surgeon would be tempted to applaud him. The thrust had been deep and clean, puncturing the windpipe and vocal chords. She hadn't seen it coming. He'd simply yanked back her head and slid the pick into her throat - careful to miss the jugular.
She can't scream, of course. But he does so enjoy teasing them. It helps to pass the time… |
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