I'm working on a crime Novella called Terminal Hitman. It's going to be fun, twisted and sardonic and also based in some real world facts. The Tag line will be: It's Never Too Late for Revenge.
If you were ever bullied in high school then you will definitely like this book. It involves revenge, serial killer, sex trafficking and some gruesome deaths including someone who is killed with a Barry Manilow song. Yes you read that right.
Here is a sneak peek:

Darkness

Paul Clark blinked a few times as he regained consciousness. He was groggy. His head felt like it was sloshing around in a fishbowl. There was a bright spotlight aimed at him burning his retinas. He was sitting in a chair, he finally deduced, and as he tried to get up, he realized he couldn’t. Strange, he thought. He tried moving again but nothing worked. He thought he was paralyzed but then he felt restraints around his wrists locking his arms to the back of the chair. His feet were also bound to the front legs of the chair. He was chilled to the bone from fright but also because he was naked. It was at this moment he realized he was in a precarious position. There was darkness all around him except for the harsh spotlight. His senses slowly coming back to him, he felt a bulky object in his mouth preventing him from speaking or screaming for help. A few hours ago he had filled his last prescription at the pharmacy and headed to his car, a new gun metal grey Mazda 6. His fun car. He was going to stop on the way home and buy some pizza for the wife and kids. Pizza Rev was his favorite pizza joint. Now, he was God knows where, tied up like some kind of informant that was about to get capped. But how did this happen?
“I guess you’re wondering how this happened.” a voice said from somewhere in the darkness. A man moved in front of the spotlight and stepped closer until he was two feet from him. “Long time no see Paul”. Paul still couldn’t make out the Man’s facial features as he was lit from behind and shrouded in shadows but something stirred in the deep recesses of his memory. The voice. He had heard it before. A long, long, time ago.