Book Release Delays Regular Blog Posts!

I will be taking a short break from my regular 'Ramblings of a Writer' posts as I prepare for the release of my second book of the 'killer on the loose' Series. Below is an excerpt from The Killing Continues. The Kindle version will be available on June 1. June 10 is when all print formats will be available -- paperback, hard cover, large print.

Franklin sat in his parents’ living room staring at a television that had nothing but snow on the screen. Static crackled softly from its speaker. The network broadcast had ended a few minutes earlier but Franklin had failed to notice. He was busy reliving Teri’s murder and discovery from a week ago.

Back in school he would have never gotten someone as pretty as Teri into bed. He never dated in high school. It wasn’t that he didn’t ask girls for a date, just that no one would go out with him. Even the ugly ones. He blamed it on the fact his brother was a Deputy Sheriff. Teri was, as far as he was concerned, a whore simply too stupid to charge for her services. Cheating on her husband the way she did, she got what she deserved. It was a bonus that Konnor had been the one to find her body.

Franklin got up and turned the television off. An idea came to him that made him smile.

“Why not?” He asked an empty living room. His parents had gone to bed upstairs a couple hours ago. “Teri was so much fun to kill, why should I wait to fuck with that bully Konnor? It will be fun to fuck with his head by killing another friend. Make him relive last summer.”

But first, he wanted to make a phone call. Franklin got up and started for the door. He didn’t think a local call could be traced back to his phone but decided to play it safe and make his call from a payphone.

The harsh, loud ring of a telephone broke rudely into Sheriff Johnson’s dream. He sat up, disoriented after being woken from such a sound sleep. An open book slid off his chest onto the floor. The phone rang again. Looking around the room, he realized he had fallen asleep reading on the couch.

The Sheriff got off the couch and stretched. He bent over and picked the book up off the floor. After placing it on the coffee table, he made his way to the phone mounted on the wall next to the entrance into the kitchen from the dining room. The phone rang again.

“Yeah,” he said.

He held the telephone’s receiver to his ear. He leaned against the wall and yawned. He looked at his watch, half past midnight. The phone was silent.

“Hello, you called me, remember,” the Sheriff said. He began to get angry at the late night intrusion.

“Sheriff Johnson?” A muffled voice asked.

“Yeah.”

“Teri won’t be the last,” the muffled voice said. Then the line went dead.

“Great,” Sheriff Johnson muttered as he hung the telephone up.

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