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Killers Club is out now!


In just a few weeks, Where Bodies Lie, a suspenseful story of a serial killer's son, is hitting bookshelves worldwide.

But it's prequel, Killers Club, is out right now. This short story introduces readers to Oliver "The Godless Killer" Roberts. The prequel takes place well after Roberts' capture and imprisonment. Here's a little bit about Killers Club:

Oliver Roberts has killed more people than anyone in recent history.
After two decades in prison, he's ready to make a change. He wants to do good for the other inmates. He goes to Warden Hazel and makes a simple request: to start a Bible study group for the prison's most undesirable residents. 
But Warden Hazel isn't going to give Oliver what he's asking for without getting something in return. With the judges, prosecutors, and even the lead inspector on The Godless Killer case nearing retirement, there's pressure to link Oliver to a string of cold cases. Wanting to retire with clear consciences, there's a desire to clear up grief and failure looming from early in the careers of an entire generation of law enforcement.
When the warden asks Oliver for help solving the cold cases, he sees opportunity.
And The Godless Killer is the kind of man who will do whatever it takes to get exactly what he wants...
You can get The Godless Killer for your favorite e-reader or app by clicking right here.

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