Blood Red Rage
Book 1 in the Littlemoon Investigation
Series.
They're starting anew.
Julian and Tori Littlemoon are
venturing out and 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, and since
they no longer have the power of the FBI to back them up, they’re
learning on the fly.
And it isn't easy!
They've been hired to bring home one
missing girl, and no one believes that it’ll be anything more than
a simple open and shut case. Unfortunately for the team, it leads
them deep into the bowels of something far more sinister.
Dark.
Twisted.
Evil.
With the help of the 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 chaos 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…
*Warning: Graphic sex and adult
situations.
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Excerpt
Part One
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.
Deep in his mind, he knew that he was
on the right track to find his next collection. With this response,
it had to be right.
There was an inkling of warning, but it
was pushed back down into his conscience for the momentary high. For
now, that was all that mattered.
Once at her apartment, he noticed that
she lived on the bottom floor. This would make it easy. Finding a
place to hide in the trees, he waited until she made her next move.
This was new to him, so he wasn’t quite sure what to do next.
So, he waited.
Once darkness had come, he was in his
glory as he moved even closer to his new subject and prize.
He watched.
Moving as close to her window as he
dared, he began taking pictures of her for his books. This subject
would have one all of her own. Where usually his collections shared a
scrapbook, this beauty would get the royal treatment. He was giddy at
the prospect of constructing it. There were pictures of her partially
clothed and just about ready to enter the shower.
Yes, she was the one.
Now, he knew for sure.
As he took the final shot with his
camera, he stared longingly at the beauty. For the time being, she
would be his muse. He was certain that it would lead to many more in
the collection.
How could he stop at only one?
Backing away from the window, he made
his escape into the night.
His new obsession had begun.
It was going to last his entire life.
Racing back to his apartment, he was
overjoyed and exuberant. The energy vibrated through him. Never in
his life had he felt this alive and happy.
Something about this woman and the
prospect of the hunt, made him feel like he was living the dream. As
someone who appreciated the beautiful things in life, he knew deep
down that she was his pinnacle.
This was it.
Here was the culmination of everything
that he had grown up loving and adoring.
Gone were the trinkets.
Now was the time for his works of art.
As he lay on his bed, his thoughts were
focused on one thing. He knew that he needed a strategic plan of
action. There needed to be a guideline to tell him where he should
begin and how far he could take it.
Were pictures first?
Would they be enough?
He shook his head, as if to fight off
the dark ideas bouncing around in his brain. He wanted so much more,
but he knew that wasn’t possible.
Yes, pictures would be enough.
After all, he was an artist and nothing
more. Then, he allowed the darkness a tiny segue into his mind. He
was not only a man who appreciated beauty.
He was more...
He was the collector and was destined
to have her.
About the Author
Morgan Kelley lives in the beautiful Pocono Mountains with her husband and two children. After attending college at Penn State University and studying Criminal Justice, Morgan knew here only true passion in life would be murder and books. She put them both together and began her career as a writer. Other than books and writing, you can find Morgan hanging out in her garden and digging in the dirt. Everyone thinks she’s planting, but she’s actually searching for places to bury the bodies.
Her other works include: The Junction,
Serial Sins, The Blood Betrayal, The Blood Redemption, The Blood
Vengeance, The Blood Retribution, The Killing Times (1), Sacred
Burial Grounds (2), True Love Lost (3), Deep Dark Mire (4), Fire
Burns Hot (5), Darkness of Truth (6), Celestia is Falling (1) and
coming soon Vegas is Dying (2)
Please feel free to visit Morgan at her
website: www.morgankelley.com, or
drop her an email at author.m.kelley@gmail.com, visit her blog at
www.morgankelley.blogspot.com,
or come hang out on her FB page
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