Book
2 in a three part series.
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
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.
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.
