Y’all! Viktor is a razor-sharp dive into the mind of a killer who treats murder like high art—and it is gloriously twisted.
Viktor Black isn’t just killing—he’s creating. Each death is a performance, each victim a canvas. He’s dark, precise, and weirdly elegant. Enter Jake Peterson, a writer who’s charming, unnerving, and entirely too obsessed. Their dynamic? Electric. Like a chess match where the pieces bleed.
And then there’s Butch Cleaver. Imagine a chainsaw crashing into a symphony. He’s brutal, chaotic, and the human equivalent of a red flag on fire. The contrast between his gore-fest and Viktor’s surgical precision made me flinch, wince, and grin—all at once.
Victor Peter’s writing is cinematic, tense, and sprinkled with just the right amount of dark humor. It’s stylish, smart, and so addictive. I devoured this book like a secret I couldn’t wait to tell—and now I’m telling you.
Viktor is Book 4 in the Jake series, but it reads perfectly as a standalone—just be ready to binge the rest!