My first novel, Death Comes At Night, is now available for pre-order from the publisher. You can buy the book using this link: http://www.blackrosewriting.com/suspensethriller/death-comes-at-night
Use promo code: PREORDER2015 to receive a 10% discount. The book will be available as both a hard copy and an ebook on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc. It is scheduled for release in two weeks.
Although this may seem like a dramatic departure from my regular blog posts, I wanted you all to know, and to share, and to buy 🙂
It takes a lot of effort to get a new book out there, so, please share this will all your friends and contacts. And, please buy the book 🙂 It WILL keep you up at night. Comments are welcomed. Please be honest 🙂
Here’s what it’s about:
Daniel Monson is about to find that Death Comes at Night.
Driving home from work one night, Daniel nearly runs over a woman standing in the road. Distraught, screaming, she appears to need his help. When Daniel gets out of his car to help her, what he doesn’t know is that she is already dead. From that moment, Daniel’s life spirals out of control. The dead woman has an agenda.
Kill her killer.
Tormented by the dead woman, Daniel is compelled to help. The closer he gets to her killer, the closer her killer gets to him. The hunter is hunted. Daniel’s life is in jeopardy. Then, the killer turns his attention to Daniel’s wife and daughter. Now, the dead woman must help Daniel before her killer destroys his family.
From the book:
“ARE YOU CRAZY?” Daniel said in his most understated yell. “What are you doing standing in the middle of the road? You could get killed.”
The woman turned slowly toward Daniel, arms at her side. She was barefoot, wearing a black cocktail dress, soaked to the skin. She was slender. Her hair was long and dark and very wet. She could have been swimming. Her eyes looked empty somehow, vacant. Daniel couldn’t tell if she could even see him, or hear him.
He took a step toward her.
“Are you O.K?”
She looked right at him.
Then, she SCREAMED.
A blood-curdling scream.
She backed away from Daniel, pulling her arms across her chest. She convulsed in a gag, bending over.
Daniel took another step toward her.
“NO!” she sobbed. “Don’t touch me. Don’t come near me.”
Daniel backed off. Holding his hands out, to show her he meant no harm.
“It’s O.K. I won’t hurt you. I can help you.”
“Help me?” she sobbed. “Help me, please,” she repeated, desperately.
Daniel took a step toward her.
“No, don’t,” she backed up.
“I won’t,” he said. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
Her sobs continued.
She pointed down a muddy road, into the dark woods. Drizzling diamonds glistened in the yellowing headlights from Daniel’s car, still on. All Daniel could see was mud, trees and rain.
“It’s so cold.”
Daniel looked at the woman. She didn’t look crazy, just wet. He was the crazy one.
“Here, take my jacket.” Daniel slipped off his soggy sports jacket and held it out to her.
“Hurry,” she said. She turned and began to run down the muddy road, into the darkness, barefoot. That was crazy.
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