Book 2 in a three part series.
Suspense/Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date Published: 05/13/19
In small towns, secrets are like bodies. People kill to keep them buried.
Detective Ollie Miller has a new partner. A man once framed for murder, who's now haunted by dark secrets. When the remains of five corpses are discovered, Detective Miller realizes there is a monster among them.
The woman he loves, Ashley Duncan hides her past. Abused by her sadistic, alcoholic father, Ollie will need to show her a man's touch can heal her tortured soul.
Drew Duncan swore heâd never go back to Ember Falls again. After he was wrongfully charged with his high school girlfriendâs murder, he waited for a trial that never came. When he was released from jail a year later, he left everything behind. But when his sister is murdered, Drew is forced to return to the hometown where he and his sisters were brutalized by their alcoholic father.
Once back, not even his training as a Marine and point man for McAlister Security prepares Drew for what he must face--a surviving sister who refuses to forgive him for abandoning her, a nephew who trembles when he enters the room, and an entire town that thinks he got away with murder. To protect his nephew, Drew will face his most terrifying fear. Going home.
About the Author
Born and raised in Brooklyn NY, Vincent Morrone now resides in Upstate NY with his wife. (Although he can still speak fluent Brooklynese.) His twin daughters remain not only his biggest fans, but usually are the first to read all of his work. Their home is run and operated for the comfort and convenience of their dogs. Vincent has been writing fiction, poetry and song lyrics for as long as he can remember, most of which involve magical misfits, paranormal prodigies and even on occasion superheroes and their sidekicks.
As they say in Brooklyn: Yo, you got something to say? Vincent would love to hear from you at [email protected]
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HEARTS: A Twisted Wonderland Retelling
-- EXCERPT: In a time that I felt nothing, Night made me feel something. When he drew back, I let myself look into his eyes. Hunger burned back at me in those flickering purple hues. I could have asked him again why he was here. But scraping through the inner workings of my mind didn’t seem worth it in the face of him—a face so striking that the flutter of my stomach reached up to my chest. In all the horror and destruction around me, I only saw him. I stood with him, his fingertips dancing down to the waist of my skirt, and I felt every nerve in my body strike back against the numbness. I didn’t care how, but he made me feel, and that was something I had a desperate urge to cling to. Setting my skin alight, Night pushed up the hem of my blouse, fingertips grazing my pebbled skin. My breath caught as he yanked me against him, a sudden ferocity in his dark eyes. All hesitation was snuffed out of me with that one, starved look, and my entire resolve came crashing down around me. My hand found a fistful of his hair. I slammed my lips against his. A shudder set me alight as he tore down the front of my blouse with a single tug. The agony in my heart threatened to drown me, drag me down into the abyss. I found air in him. And I consumed it.
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