Lisa Beth Darling
Romantic Thriller
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Helen Makris tried to make a new life
for herself in Tarrytown, Maine where she expected to quietly live out the rest
of her days pursuing her passion of photography. She never expected to attract
the attentions of Colonel Kevin Smith or those of The Shaw Street Strangler a
serial killer hunting the young women of the picturesque New England village.
Two Second-Chance lovers both with
painful pasts, Helen and Kevin grow closer as the bodies pile up until
suspicion forms around Helen's new lover and his noticeable absences from town.
As The Strangler zeroes in on Helen Kevin is determined not only to prove his
innocence but to keep her from becoming The Shaw Street Stranger's next victim.
Come along for a spine tingling ride
that descends deep into the diseased mind of a serial killer. This chilling
suspenseful thriller will have you on the edge of your seat to the very last
word.
Excerpt
At first, Helen
balks at his touch. Looking down at his
strong hands, she sees them covered in blood and lets out a groan. Then, before her bewildered eyes the blood
fades away, soaks into his skin, and disappears. She needs him now, needs him near, needs his
strength and soon leans against him for support. Support he offers with willing
gratitude. "S-s-sou-" she
takes a deep breath and lets it out quickly forcing out the word as well,
"Souvenirs," the slight tremble turns to a wracking shake as it shoots
from her whirling head to her toes.
"Do you think he…takes…souvenirs?"
"What kind
of souvenirs, sweetheart?" Kevin
gently sits her down, pulls the crocheted blanket from the back of the
sectional and wraps it around her slender shoulders before taking a seat next
to her. Brushing the hair away from her worried ashen face his heart sinks in
his broad chest. Taking up her hands in
his he waits for her to collect her thoughts and answer him.
Things are
missing, lots of things are missing lately now that she's thinking about
it. She's blamed her aging mind and her
own stupidity along with the washing machine but, "My glasses? They were right there," she holds both
hands out to the book on the coffee table, "I was reading the book, I was
tired, I put it down, I put my glasses on
top of it, and I went to bed. I know
I did. In the morning they were
gone."
Sheriff Natick
opens his notebook as he takes a seat in the rocking chair by the fire but
diagonally across from Helen.
"Anything else missing Mrs. Makris?"
Helen looks
over at Kevin, leans in and whispers, "A pair of my panties…and the
bra. Would he take those?"
"Lingerie,"
Kevin says in a voice loud for everyone to hear, "panties and
bra." He watches Natick write it
down before looking at her. "Yes,
he would definitely take those. What
else?"
"I think
maybe some candles are missing and, well, the sash of my robe went
missing." They are all such small
insignificant things. Why would she
think anyone was stealing them before now?
One thing wasn't quite so small or insignificant and the fact that she'd
misplaced it upset her. "My
necklace," she looks over to Rafe, "the diamond and ruby one your
father gave me for our twentieth wedding anniversary," she catches
Anderson's gaze, "I went looking for it a few days ago and it's not in my
jewelry box. I thought it was just
me."
Across the room
Rafe let out a growling groan, "Anything else, mom?"
"Cologne,"
Helen whispers and holds Kevin's hands tighter, "sometimes I think,
sometimes I smell, musk but it’s cheap not like your father wore, not
really. The smoke?" Her eyes roll over to Kevin, their usual
sparkle extinguished. "It's not
wood, is it? It's pipe tobacco."
About the Author
I'm 47 years-old and I've been
married to wonderful and talented husband, Roy, for the last 27 years. Together
we've raised two beautiful daughters to adulthood right here in my hometown of
New London, CT.
Through my full-length novels and
series I strive to bring conflict, passion, love, and suspense to unique
couples--how about a Greek God and a Fey, a retiring military man and an aging
widowed hippie, a famous writer/director and a lonely hitch-hiker, or a b-grade
actor and a very lucky first-time author? Since I'm never one to shy away from
the less pleasant things in life, indeed I believe that it is in the Darkness
where Character is created, determined, and defined, my heroes and heroines
have their love tested by demons from within and without.
ALL of my works are intended for a
Mature Audience Only this includes most of my non-fiction books. They are intended for those who like their
reading on the dark and gritty side. They are not intended for the faint of
heart or those who enjoy a sweet read.
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