Synopsis ~ Back Book cover
They’re starting anew.
Julian and Tori Littlemoon are now their own bosses. It’s a blessing and a curse at the same time.
As they struggle to build up a business and make a name for themselves, they have other problems facing them down.
Someone is collecting women.
It’s a new dangerous game, since they no longer have the power of the FBI to back them up. They’ve been hired to bring home one missing girl, but it leads them deep into the madness.
With the help of his family, and an unexpected ally with a ‘gift’, they begin to unravel the mystery of who is taking these women to create the ultimate collection.
The truth will be set free, but can they live with the consequences of what is to come?
The madness is the least of their worries. Now, the team has a far bigger concern.
It’s the Blood Red Rage, and maniac with an appetite to own them all…
Excerpt ~ Prologue
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~Prologue~
He was a collector.
All of his life, he always wanted to find the best things
out there and make them his. It had been his mission, even from his
prepubescent years.
When something sparkly, pretty, or lovely crossed his path,
he was compelled to make it his.
It started with simple stones.
One would think that it was innocent enough, but it prepared
him for the future ahead. The rocks were just the beginning and made him want
more and more.
He would go out into the river and find the ones that nature
had worn down in its current, and he would bring them home. At first his mother
didn't mind, but then…
Like so many things, it became his obsession.
The collection grew and grew, taking over his space and his
brain. It went from hobby to fixation incredibly fast. When his mother tried to
step in, he was filled with hate and anger.
IT WAS HIS!
How dare she try to stop him?
Even at a young age, the rage filled him when someone tried
to touch his possessions. So, as time went on, his mother turned a blind eye.
She ignored his obsessive tendencies and let him have it his way. The day that
he exploded in rage, she backed down and would never contest his collecting
again. Even she feared what may happen if he were provoked.
This hobby opened so many doors for him.
After rocks, it was leaves and then figurines.
There was nothing wrong with that, right?
Before long, as time slowly ticked by and childhood ebbed
into adulthood, the needs changed and grew. The objects he longed to collect no
longer were little things. As their size grew, their value to him also became
greater.
Until that one day, when he stumbled upon the ultimate
collection.
Beautiful women.
As he went off to college, a whole new world opened around
him. Since he had been home schooled his entire life, he never really
understood the importance of the opposite sex. Granted, he spent his days with
a woman; his mother. What was so special about her? If anything, she was
mediocre at best.
He didn't get it until that day when he was surrounded by
them. It was as if something unlocked inside him, and he finally knew the
truth.
There were blondes, brunette, and redheads. They smiled and
smelled like heaven. Some had curly mops and some had hair that was poker
straight.
This was a brand new world.
He was a kid in a very sexy candy shop. Every time that he
blinked, a new woman appeared before him. All he needed to do was find the one
who called to him.
So, like any good collector, he started at the beginning and
prepped with photographs. Taking a few snapshots was easier than talking to
them, so pictures would come first, and then he would see where it led.
Maybe in time, he could approach them and make them his.
A good gatherer didn't put a limit on a newly sought after
prize.
He let the spirit move him.
Well, now, he was feeling it like never before. As he would
sit in his classes, he would watch them all. The brunette liked the one jock.
She would bat her eyelashes at him and hike her skirt up pretty high. The
blonde was the smart one. She didn't even care about what was going on around
her. All that she focused on was the man at the front of the classroom and her
notebook. Then there was the redhead. She snapped her gum and looked infinitely
bored, as she continued to glance at her watch. Each were very different, and
yet so much alike.
Yeah, they were all oblivious to him watching. Part of him
wished that they knew the truth of what was floating around in his brain. If
they could see the intent on his face as he admired their different colored
hair and body types, maybe then, they wouldn’t look so lackadaisical. To him,
they were special.
Once class was over, he would follow the one that he liked
best. When she never noticed that he was behind her, it gave him more hope that
he would finally get her picture for his collection.
When she went to the commons and found a place to lie in the
green grass, he did the same. Only, he stayed far enough away to openly admire
her.
Oh, and did he ever!
There were shots of her licking her lips, flipping her hair,
and falling asleep on her back in the sun.
This was heaven.
Already, his body was stirring, and he was feeling things
that he never knew possible. Who would have thought that this beautiful
collection was out there, wandering the world so freely?
Why had he not decided on this hobby long ago?
As his eyes flickered around the commons, he saw the truth.
Beauty was everywhere, and now he could focus on it.
There was no one to stop him.
He stayed until she did, blowing off his last class of the
day, only to watch her head home. He was so enraptured, that he didn't want to
miss a second of observing her. If he did, surely something miraculous and
wondrous would happen.
Fortunately for him, her apartment wasn’t far from campus
and along the tree lined street. If she turned around, he could dive for cover
and not be seen. If caught, it would ruin it all.
In his mind, he already had it all planned out. Not only
would he take pictures, but he would study his subjects and find the best of
the best.
This woman had piqued his interest and would hold a special
place in his heart.
He was sure of it.
As he followed, his excitement grew. His body tightened and
his response confused him. In his life, he had never wanted anything more.
While his other collections brought him joy, this one made him feel. It filled
him and made him so very warm with bliss. It astounded him that his own mother
had failed to mention the effect of the opposite sex.
This was an endorphin rush.
It was amazing.
It was… addictive.
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