.I cannot believe I was unaware of this prolific writer of love, suspense and mystery. I looked at her list of books and was staggered by the titles that jumped off the page and said:
“Read Me Please. I have been waiting for you for a very long time.”
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Blood Bound
by Melanie Atkins
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BLURB:
Fueled by grief after his fiancée is brutally murdered, Detective Sam Walker focuses on finding her killer — a calculating predator who binds books with human skin. Dani Barrington, the newest member of NOPD’s Victim and Witness Assistance Unit and a survivor of another frightening attack, helps him discover the terrifying link between the monster’s known victims. Despite his anguish, Sam is struck by Dani’s strength and determination, especially when her inquisitive nature makes her the killer’s next target. He must find a way to protect her or risk losing the one woman who can bring his dead heart back to life.
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EXCERPT
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” NOPD Detective Sam Walker’s low rasp echoed inside the tiny confessional within the deep recesses of St. Mary’s Church. He pressed his damp palms to his thighs. “It’s been nine months since my last confession.”
“Continue.”
“My sins are… indescribable…” He let the word trail off. Sweat pooled at the base of his spine. “I don’t know if I can–“
“You must voice your transgressions, son, to get them off your chest. It’s the only way to gain absolution.”
“I don’t deserve God’s forgiveness.”
“Sam, tell me the truth.” Father O’Malley cleared his throat. “Is this about Kristen?”
“She died a horrible death,” Sam whispered, his heart breaking all over again for his fiancée and the family he would never have with her.
The priest paused.
“It’s been a long time.”
“Eight fucking — sorry, Father.” Sam broke off and swallowed, doing his best to regain his composure. “Eight long months. I thought I was coping, but I can’t get past it. Especially since I’m the reason she’s dead.”
“How did you come to that conclusion?”
Sam pressed his lips together. Every time he thought about his fiancée’s brutal murder, his gut clenched. He should have taken her to dinner that night like he’d promised, instead of letting the job get in the way. The Glock riding his hip was a constant reminder he’d been a detective first, and her intended husband second.
God should damn me straight to hell.
Father O’Malley shifted inside the tiny booth, and the ornate screen between them shuddered. The too-sweet odor of funeral lilies wafted over Sam.
“You didn’t murder her, my son. Some sick, depraved individual did it.”
“I was supposed to protect her.”
“You were doing your job.”
“When I should have been with her. Keeping her safe.” Agony pierced his soul. He dropped his elbows to his knees and hung his head. His voice broke. “I let her die.”
“You didn’t let her die, Sam. A terrible thing happened. It wasn’t your fault. God doesn’t hold you responsible.”
“Well, He should. I’m guilty.”
“Sam–“
“He… he skinned her, Father. I don’t know why, but he did.” Tears burned his eyes.
Clearly shaken, Father O’Malley murmured more words of condolence. “I’ll say another prayer for her soul.”
“It’s my fault she’s gone. I can never do enough penance to make up for it.” Sam shuddered. “Not in this lifetime.”
“I want you to say one Our Father and one Hail Mary.”
Sam barked a harsh laugh.
“That doesn’t even scratch the surface. I can’t even–“
“Wait. I’m not finished.” Father O’Malley regained his poise, and his strong, even tone reverberated in Sam’s ears. “I also want you to pray for the person responsible for Kristen’s death.”
“Hell, no!” Sam blurted, the idea of absolution jolting his brittle psyche. “I can’t pray for that sick son of a bitch. He’s killed four women, including Kristen, after brutalizing them, and we have no idea who he is. We’re working day and night–“
“That’s your penance, son.” Father O’Malley said, gravely. “In addition, you must perform the Act of Contrition and say the Rosary. Don’t let that individual’s cruel soul steal yours.”
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AUTHOR BIO AND LINKS
Melanie Atkins a multi-published author of romantic suspense, an editor for an online publishing company, and an avid reader. Writing is more than an escape for her—it’s a way of life. She grew up in the Deep South listening to tall tales and penning stories about her cats. Now she writes gripping stories of love, suspense, and mystery with the help of her furry little feline muses.
Melanie is an active member of Romance Writers of America®, the Magnolia State Romance Writers (MSRW), the Published Author Network (PAN), the Electronic and Small Press Authors’ Network (ESPAN), the Electronically Published Internet Connection (EPIC), Sisters in Crime (SinC), the Red Dog Writers, the Gulf Coast Writers Association, the Southern Writers, the Mississippi Authors Guild and the Byram Writers’ Group. She currently serves as Past President of MSRW.
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