aka, my blood, sweat, tears, time, and love.
Strawberries is the name he has been given.
When they let him out, they had no way of knowing what he was. A psychopath. A killer. The body count is at twenty already, and there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight. Agent Harry Bland can’t see one anyway. He doesn’t have a single clue to go on. It doesn’t help that his mind won’t focus. His heart just isn’t in it anymore.
Half way across the country, Sylvia is in a different state of mind. When she isn’t selling sex to the rich, she is doing her best to disappear. She lives a life of assumed names, one night stands, and a constant stream of narcotics.
Sylvia has heard of Strawberries. Of course she has. So has everyone who has turned on the television or surfed the net. Yet, she has no way of knowing just how much his life will affect hers.
Seedy hotels, cross country truckers looking for the meaning of life, homemade pie, a reporter with her own secret agenda, obscenely expensive champagne, and plenty of spilled blood await our cast. But make sure to read fast…..Strawberries has killed number 21.
A little Koontz, a splash of Palahniuk, and a pinch of Robbins. Strawberries is sure to make you wince as well as smile
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Behind the Red Curtain
Lucy is content in her life. That is, she has resigned herself to knowing that it is what it is. When a mysterious, and charismatic stranger saves her from the wrath of local street urchins, she couldn't have imagined that he would ask her to dinner.
What follows is a journey into the depths of despair. Murderous intentions, oedipal tendencies, and psychopathic hubris abound in her captor. She can't get free; there is no way out. There are bodies; so many bodies.
The game she is forced to play will leave her defeated and broken. Will Lucy be able to face the shocking truth of what really lies behind the curtain?