Killer Instinct Book Bundle: 4 Heart-Pounding Psychological Thrillers + Surprise BONUS Book (Ebooks)
Killer Instinct Book Bundle: 4 Heart-Pounding Psychological Thrillers + Surprise BONUS Book (Ebooks)
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I couldn't sleep after I turned the final page of Savage Row. Jack Mooney's depraved revenge campaign against the alluring juror who put him away left chills running down my spine.
That's when I heard a noise outside my door. Before I could react, the cunning killer from Passerby let himself in, a cold smile spreading across his face. "You didn't think I'd let you stop now, did you?" he purred. "There are three more addictive thrillers you need to read."
He forced me onto the couch and handed me Kill Me Tomorrow. "I have ways of keeping you awake all night," he threatened. I had no choice but to keep reading the shocking twists and escalating terror of this exhilarating 4-book collection:
- Ruthless Schemers and Sociopaths - Career criminal Jack Mooney seeks twisted vengeance on the alluring juror who put him away in Savage Row.
- Escalating Tension You Can't Escape - The owners of a popular B&B harbor dark secrets that come to light when guests start disappearing in Passerby.
- Killer Chemistry - Sex therapist slash guru Ali falls for suspected serial killer Ethan Lane in the scandalous page-turner Kill Me Tomorrow.
- Sharp Psychological Thrills - A dangerous affair takes a violent turn, entangling a man in his own twisted trap in Room 553.
- Stunning Endings You Won't See Coming
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WARNING: These shocking psychological thrillers will take you to the edge - and push you over.
What readers are saying about this bundle:
â â â â â âWhat a wild ride!!! Britney King definitely delivers the best twisted endingsâŠÂ Gripping from start to finish⊠honestly, I just could not put these books down⊠Always mind-blowing shockers that kept me guessing and gripping my seat until the very last page.â - Goodreads reviewer
â â â â â âSO GOOD⊠I didnât want to put these thrillers down! I read most in one sitting⊠I was on the edge of my seatâŠÂ you will not see the endings coming! Drop what you are doing and pick up these books!â - Goodreads reviewer
â â â â â âWow!!!⊠Man! What a roller coaster ride this was! It had me bitting my nails!âŠÂ Incredible books!âŠÂ Shocking endings!⊠I highly recommend⊠fantastic⊠I'd give them all ten stars if I could.â - Goodreads reviewer
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âSuperb! Finished in one afternoon, such compulsive reads. The endings pack a punch!â - Goodreads reviewer
â â â â â âYou will NOT believe the direction these thrillers take⊠Such jaw-dropping twists⊠Truly stunning thrillers that I could not read quickly enough.â - Goodreads reviewerÂ
Uncover the secrets within these gripping tales â over 1200 pages of pulse-pounding suspense and gripping plots await. Dive into the heart of these adrenaline-fueled psychological thrillers for a captivating experience that won't let you go.
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Prologue
TODAY
Thursday, December 10th
11:23 p.m.
He should turn around and go home. But he thinks of the children, and he canât. He isnât supposed to think of the children. As he creeps forward, sinking further into darkness, Theo is aware of the consequences.Â
He doesnât want to go to jail. Heâs been there, done that. He has no intention of doing it again. Still, he puts one foot in front of the other, ambling forward. He cannot turn back now, any more than he could turn away at the start. Heâd tried to do the right thing. Some lessons come wrapped in sandpaper, his mother likes to say. This must be what she means.
The alarm sounds loudly, causing that familiar dull ache deep in his skull, the one heâs never quite able to completely silence. Warning bells ring like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Itâs all in his head, they say.Â
People are going to talk about you, his mother tells him. Give them good material. Theo turns the knob and walks over the threshold. What else is he supposed to do? He is a part of this now.
The smell, he was not expecting, and it nearly folds him in two. Theo is not a weak man, despite what everyone says. The girls. Where are they?Â
If theyâd listened to him, he wouldnât be here putting his own life at risk. He tried to tell them. Little girls are fragile. They ought not be climbing trees, doing cartwheels, playing on monkey bars. They should be safe at home, not out in the world flinging themselves about. Now Theo realizes they werenât safe, not even there.Â
A noise on the second floor catches his attention. He starts toward the stairs. At the top, he knows where to go. Only he doesnât get there. Theoâs foot makes contact with something in the dark.
He lurches forward, breaking his fall, but not before heâs down on all fours. Behind him, faint light filters in from the front door. He thought heâd closed it. Surely he had? He wouldnât have wanted to let the cold in. Children need warmth. Now heâs glad on account of the wretched smell. Theo slaps his palm against his forehead several times. He should have been smarter. If only heâd thought to bring blankets, the way the paramedics do. If he wasnât worried about going to jail, he might call them.Â
Trouble, he mumbles to himself. This is bad. This is trouble. Just like the lady in the hospital had taught him. Theo remembers other things too. He remembers how her breath smelled like stale oatmeal, and her eyes were so close together that it made him dizzy to look at her. And sometimes he wanted to kill her. He was glad he hadnât, because he recalls what sheâd said now. To clear his mind, he had to regulate his emotions. Or was it the other way around? She spoke so fast Theo often had a hard time keeping up. Take deep breaths, sheâd repeat. Focus on what is in front of you.Â
At the end of their sessions, she always asked if he had any questions. Theo knew she didnât care to hear what he thought, that her asking was just routineâan afterthought. Meaningless words. Theo asked no questions. But there was one that plagued him. One that danced on the tip of his tongue: how would you prefer to die?Â
He imagines the woman now, splayed out before him, undigested oatmeal still in her stomach. His mind does this sometimes. Plays tricks on him. Theo knows it isnât her, the lump of flesh and bone contains more mass than her frail old body had.Â
He tries not to panic. Itâs obvious the man is dead. There is a solidness to him, a finality, an absence of anything. His palms sweat, and his breath comes in heavy bursts. He wishes it werenât so dark. Theo canât make out the manâs features, and heâd rather see. Then his mind wouldnât have to fill in the blanks.
He trips over furniture thatâs been turned over. There was a struggle. There is still a struggle, he knows. Up the stairs and to the left. An intruder. Or maybe to the right. Heâd have to wait and see. First, he had to breathe and calm his emotions.Â
Theoâs mind flits from image to image like the View-Master camera he had when he was a kid. His motherâs crime shows display on the reels. He hates television, but if he has to watch, Theo much prefers the programs about saving the children, sometimes animals tooâalthough those make him feel particularly desolate. At least children can talk. But now there is a glimmer of something. Not quite gratitude, but a seed of hopefulness, as though his mother and the television had been preparing him all along. If you want to save anything, itâs helpful to know what youâre up against. The world is a terrible place, she says, like clockwork, at the start of one of her programs. A terrible, terrible place.Â
A faint cry takes him away from his swirling thoughts, away from the bloodbath. He can feel the manâs vacant eyes stare back at him, leaving an unsettled feeling in his belly. Theo uses the tips of his gloved fingers to close the manâs eyes the way heâs seen on his motherâs shows. Then he pushes himself upright, and though his feet stick to the floor, he pushes onward. Maybe he couldnât save all those children, on all those nights, on all those programs. But maybe he can save these.Â
He has to. Theo likes the family that lives in this house. He is especially fond of the youngest daughter. The older girl has her moments, but she canât help it. Sheâs already been hardened to the world. She looks at Theo like most everyone does, as something other, a specimen to be handled carefully, something to keep at a distance.Â
Theo never let that stop him. He tried to be respectful. What he loved most of all were the times she didnât know he was looking. The times no one noticed he was watching, not even his mother. Out their rear window, which faced the familyâs yard, heâd watch the older girl as she played. It was one of the few times she let her guard down. He loved the girlsâ giggles, the push and pull of it, the games they played. Sometimes heâd join in, imagining himself with them, showing them how much fun he could be when he let go of the bad thoughts.Â
He wanted to tell them about the old woman at the hospital with the sour breath and scruffy voice. He wanted to warn them about all the bad things that could happen, and sometimes, even though he wasnât supposed to, he did.Â
Now he realizes he should have told them more. He takes each step carefully, pausing halfway up the stairs. The girls are weeping. He can hear it down the hallway. He hears their mother, speaking hurriedly, reasoning, pleading: Whatever you wantâwhateverâanything â Iâll give it to you. If itâs money you need, I have a little. You can take it all. But please. Please donâtâtheyâre just children.
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