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I'd like to introduce a fellow author, Paul White. Paul is also a novelist, short story writer, poet, and blogger.
Introducing his Tales of Crime and Violence, the three book collector editions.
This remarkable three volume collection
encompasses numerous and varied stories of acts and deeds of crime and
violence. Paul White has once again woven his masterly spell of intrigue into
each stories plot. Secrecy, scheming, plotting and conspiracy live hand-in-hand
with outrageous and shocking violence, viciousness and brutality.
All three volumes of Tales of Crime &
Violence are packed with carnage and bloodshed and mayhem, while an ominous
sense of sinister, physiological apprehension lingers in the dark shadows.
Tales of Crime & Violence contains
graphic acts of violence, profanities and sexual reference. It is not
recommended for reading for those under adult age.
Tales of Crime & Violence is available
in a paperback collection of three volumes, or on Kindle as a complete ‘box-set’.
EXCERPT
……….The Sheriff stopped, as did the two
deputies in the following cruisers. Together we walked to the car. I handed one
of the deputies the keys. You could feel the heat reflecting from the steel of
the bodywork.
It was one hell of a hot day.
When the deputy opened the
driver’s door a blast of superheated air escaped. It was so extreme it forced
us to take a step backwards and twist our heads away from its intensity. But it
was the smell which was most overpowering. I saw, but did not comprehend the
glance between the law men. However, I knew that my day was going to get worse
when they handcuffed me.
My day certainly became a living
nightmare when they opened the trunk. Bobby lay inside. His throat had been
sliced from ear to ear and his eyes gouged out. The heat had caused his body to
swell and the blood to cook.
I only recognised him by his
jeans and boots.
After that it was all a bit of a
blur. I was bundled into the sheriff’s car and we raced the few miles to the
motel. It looked as deserted as when I left a few hours ago.
From room fourteen all the way
to room twenty the doors were open. They were the doors I kicked open during my
frantic search for the others.
I explained this to the
Officers.
The thing that interested the
Sherriff was the sign hanging from the doorknob of room thirteen.
I had not noticed that sign in
my earlier panicky state. It said ‘Do not disturb’. What was interesting
the lawmen most was the smudged bloody handprint on that sign.
The Deputies drew their guns and
crashed the door.
It flew open. The intense odour
of putrid dead flesh flooded my nostrils.
Inside the room, laid out across
the bed were Kathy and Taylor. They were tethered to the bedstead with strands
of rusting wire cable, spread-eagled and naked. Their stomachs had been slit
open and their entrails extended across the floor.
Those black flies and an army of
brown rats were busily feasting on their remains………
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