By J. T. Ellison
Whilst a neighborhood woman falls prey to a sadistic serial killer, Nashville murder Lieutenant Taylor Jackson and her lover, FBI profiler Dr. John Baldwin, locate themselves in a joint research pursuing a vicious assassin. The Southern Strangler is slaughtering his method during the Southeast, leaving a ugly souvenir at each one crime scene-the past victim's severed hand.
Ambitious television reporter Whitney Connolly is sure the Southern Strangler is her price ticket out of Nashville; she's obtained a scoop which can holiday the case. She has no proposal how with reference to this tale she quite is-or what it is going to fee her.
As the killer spirals uncontrolled, all people concerned needs to face a terrible truth-the purest evil is born of personal lies.
Read Online or Download All The Pretty Girls (Taylor Jackson, Book 1) PDF
Best murder books
The traditional Roman urban exuded evil. From the instant she entered the partitions of Aurae Phiala, Chrlotte Rossignol knew her lifestyles was once at risk. yet she coudn't flip again. because the simply surviving inheritor of Dr. Alan Morris, she might by no means leisure until eventually her lacking relative was once discovered.
Via the writer of the acclaimed Inventing Niagara . . . precise crime meets cultural historical past during this interesting tale of the way America's interstate road process opened an international of mobility and opportunity—for serial killers.
This previous Oriental legend is so exquisitely fascinating, so more desirable to the Biblical narrative of the construction of lady, that it merits to be reproduced in lady: Her intercourse and Love existence. There are numerous versions of this legend, yet I reproduce it because it seemed within the first factor of The Critic and advisor, January, 1903.
- The Dogs of Rome: A Commissario Alec Blume Novel
- An Act of Mercy
- One Night with Nora (Michael Shayne, Book 23)
- Summer Lies Bleeding
- Little Boy Blue
Additional resources for All The Pretty Girls (Taylor Jackson, Book 1)
Now, shall we let such a one as you loose on our poor, battered people? Answer, child. Jame stared at the great cat. She must say something-yes, no-but her mind had gone completely blank. Then there was a sound behind her. A hand came up over the edge of the crevasse and fumbled for a hold. Before the other one could appear, clutching the double headed war-axe, Jame was on her knees grabbing for Marc's sleeve. "Sorry it took me so long," he said apologetically, hauling himself up. "I heard you call, but I'd just landed on a scrap of a ledge down there and had the breath knocked out of me.
The two Kencyr had risked this winter crossing largely because they had hoped to find quite a different sort of creature here among the jagged peaks. Long ago-nearly two thousand years, in fact-the first of the Three People had grown disgusted with the rest of the Kencyrath and retreated to the wilds of Rathillien to think things over. They were still at it. One of these catlike, almost immortal Arrin-ken made his home here in the Ebonbane, but Jame had been mentally calling to him for three days now without success.
The Master's bed? But it was the first Jamethiel who had been and, for all she knew, still was the arch-traitor's consort. What on earth did all this have to do with her? But you were in Perimal Darkling yourself. The thought breathed cold on her. She wanted to deny it but You have the Book Bound in Pale Leather, kept in darkness by Gerridon when he fell. There isn't any place you could have gotten it but in his House, under shadows' eaves. Damn. The spell-circle was weakening. Eyes gleamed across the dying flames, and that soft, gloating chuckle came again.