I’m pleased to announce you’ll be able to find information about my upcoming book here!
Book sample:
“William stood for a moment before heading through the kitchen entrance on the right. He rummages through the drawers in haste in search of matches. In the last pull out on the right of the fridge, pushing the brown paper bag more up on the counter, he finds it and hustles out. William lights the candle in the hall, then turns to walk into the bedroom. As he was getting closer, he could tell. William enters, closing the bedroom door behind him submerging the bedroom into musky dark light, he strides toward the master bathroom. He grabs ahold of the brass handle, taking a pause as if to brace himself—he turns the handle and the door creaks open. Like the bedroom, the bathroom barely produced any natural light. Above the tub he had boarded the window up when it happened. Muddy footprints still stained the floor due to the amounts of rain at the time. The smell immediately overwhelming him, William covers his nose and walks through. As he walks past the mirror, the shadow casting, dancing on the white wall adjacent to him, he snatches the candle off the counter and lights it as he walks closer to the edge of the bathtub that was connected to the shower. He towers over what appeared, at first, to be a dark mound.
“Trash,” he said sternly, as if she was alive and in front of him. The flame flickers and illuminates the scene as he sets the candle down: a bloody soaked blanket becomes more visible than ever, the smell of rotting flesh is not mistakenly getting worse, and the top of Ann’s head is the only part of her you could see if looking hard enough: flies started to swarm here. Big black ones that weren’t hanging around before. William adjusts the blanket, covering her head, as well as making sure all other areas that were carelessly exposed were covered in preparation for the cops coming back. He finishes, taking one last glance at his work, he turns to leave the bathroom, closing the door behind him.”