A Short Thriller To Sink Your Teeth Into

MADNESS is here. Just in time for Fall, snuggle up (with the lights on) tonight with a short read you can sink your teeth into!

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Madness

MADNESS is Coming…

They called him the Night Bleeder…and his hunger is stronger than ever. 

Detective Capalbo’s most disturbing Cold Case is about to heat up. He’s lost his guy once before. He can’t afford to lose him again. 


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Aside from the excited drumming of his heart against his ribs, the only thing he heard was the rushed clicking of a woman’s heels on the damp asphalt. The sharp sound of her stilettos echoed off the hollow alleyway and he allowed half of his mouth to turn up in a grin.

Women could be so damn stupid.

Following the sharp lines of the brick building, he tailed her silently, being careful to stay tucked behind the shadows of the moonless night. Even if she happened to look over her shoulder, the young woman wouldn’t see him. He’d perfected this part of the hunt – the stalking. Others like him had said over the years that hunting their prey was just as satisfying, if not more so, than the actual killing. Not him. The hunt was simply the beginning.

When she picked up her pace, he almost laughed out loud. They always did that. He knew she could feel him behind her, though he hadn’t made himself known yet. Women’s intuition, they called it. And yet here she was, ignorantly and brazenly wandering down an empty alley in the dead of night, scantily clad in club attire. Her long hair left down for easy grabbing. Shoes so high she couldn’t run in them even if the Devil Himself was chasing her. And she was totally, perfectly, alone.

She was his before he even touched her.


Madness

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If you’re signed up for the TMDBooks newsletter then you got a sneak peek at the new Madness cover yesterday! If this is your first time seeing the new cover, let me know what you think! I love it!

For fans of The Bitten anthology, you’ve already entered the Madness world, but if you’ve not had the pleasure of reading that fun collection, I’m releasing Madness independently with the potential of making it a serial. This means if you like the short story – tell me! I’d love to expand this world. 🙂

Pre-order for Madness will be up by the end of the week, and a newsletter and social media blast will be put out for you so you don’t miss the release date. Feel free to share the cover online with the hashtags: #TMDBooks and #TMDBooksMadness.

I hope you all are having a fantastic September!

– Trish


Madness

They called him the Night Bleeder…and his hunger is stronger than ever.

Detective Capalbo’s most disturbing Cold Case is about to heat up. He’s lost his guy once before. He can’t afford to lose him again.

Pre-Order Coming Soon


 

*Cover by Elizabeth Mackey Graphic Design

When writing by the seat of your pants needs a seatbelt…

I admit it, I write when I’m inspired. When the house is quiet, the kids aren’t at my feet, the dogs are fed and the cats are napping. This means I’m not writing nearly as much as I could. Definitely not as much as I should. I try to fix this by writing later in the afternoon, or after dinner, but the house is so crazy that it makes my brain want to melt. Creativity doesn’t easily find its way through when I’m distracted or tired or pissed. So my style of writing as much as I can when I find the time is not working. I need to write when I make the time.

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Sounds straightforward, right? It’s not…not for me. I loathe the word ‘schedule’ almost as much as the word ‘organized’ but the time has come to make this change. To be the person that works a 9-5 (times adjustable) with a calendar to keep track of work days and lists to keep track of my To-Do’s. Ugh. You know those people that write everything down, never forget calls, appointments or special dates like birthdays and anniversaries? I’m not that person. Maybe you are. If so, I’m totally jealous. Writing for me is a way to tame my inner (and outer…I mean, I have a teenager, people) chaos. I quiet the voices by giving them a platform to tell their story, and I know a lot of other writers do this as well. It’s part of the ‘process’ for many, but it’s no longer productive for ME. I feel as if I’ve been flying down the writing highway untethered and unsecured and hoping for the best, but it’s time to crank that down a notch and secure myself in. I need a seatbelt for this road, at least for now.

Today’s ‘work’ hours began 7 minutes ago, when I started writing this blog, because this is part of work, too. And then there’s a webinar to watch, and then there’s writing. I’ll end my work day with a brief stint visiting my social media pages, and come 5pm, I’ll take a break and make dinner and hang out with my kids and do some chores because life doesn’t stop because I want it to.

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I’d love to hear tips from those of you who were born with natural organization skills. Drop a comment below and I may try out your methods! 

Here’s to a super productive work day for all of us! *clinks coffee mug* Cheers!

– Trish 🙂

 

FREE for your reading pleasure…

I can’t remember how long their bodies burned, but I do remember the sun setting before it was over, not far off in the distance, just beyond the still and dismal outline of downtown San Diego. Its flame-colored glare hit the Pacific Ocean and slowly melted beyond the horizon as smoke drifted up in dark gray coils into the sky. The fleeing sun took the heat away with it, and as the first stars of the night made their appearance, the crisp chill of January returned.

Ash settled all around me, resting on my eyelashes and the tip of my nose, threatening to choke the oxygen from my lungs. I kept vigil over my dead family while sitting at the edge of the garden, slumped forward with my legs crossed and my hands resting loosely in my lap. A steady breeze from the approaching night collided with the draft from the fire, sending hot gusts of air in my direction. My face and arms stung from the warmth, but the smell was worse than the heat. The strong odor of burning flesh kept my nostrils flared and stomach turning.

I knew that day it was true what they say; one can never forget the smell of a dead body. I know, I’ll never forget.


 

I Hope You Find Me

Book 1 of the Find Me Series

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Fire can’t destroy everything, not even hope. Follow Riley’s journey today – for free – at the retailers below. Happy reading! Don’t forget to leave a light on. *wink*

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