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kingbookcollector · 7 months

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Stephen King hard case crime hardback books.

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writing-something-in-mind · 11 months

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Let's start the day with a murder. Shall we?

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anonwritersposts · 9 months

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“Maybe. I still prefer honesty. And in this case, the truth is that Tom needs me too much to agree to a divorce. He’d kill me before letting me leave.”

A sign of abuse is often an admission by the victim of not being able to leave the abuser for fear of retaliation or safety, and it can be nonchalantly dismissed especially if it’s said in a “joking” manner.

Follow your gut instinct and always remember that abusers thrive off the victim’s dependency, and support them if they ever mention this so casually.

Heartbreaking for Katherine to be in such a terrible situation. 😭

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handcuffedbitch · 10 months

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Bhaiii mere paas itiiiiii saaaaari book recommendations h par koi poochta hi nhi🥹😀

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prissi-orion · 8 months

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“He fell with a smile on his face and sounds of his laughter echoing in the sky. What a tragedy you have right now.”

From a book of mine that I have been working on. It is a crime book.

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heather--moors · 2 years

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reading scandi crime thrillers on my birthday

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bluesstorycorner · 10 months

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A quick frame from my book trailer!

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brotherhoodnovel · 1 year

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13th literary honor for The Dance Towards Death: 2nd Place in the Royal Dragonfly Book Award Contest, Mystery https://www.storymonstersbookawards.com/royal-dragonfly-winners/royal-2022 #mystery #mysterybooks #awards #books #bookstagram #book #booktok #bookawards #literature #literary #thriller #thrillerbooks #noir #crime #crimebooks #crimebook #royalbutterfly #crimebookclub #hardboiled #adventure #action #acclaim #travel #author #authorsofinstagram #authors #authorlife #authorcommunity #writer #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CmuTuCvPYpr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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jillsreviews · 4 days

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Blog Tour: LOOKING GOOD DEAD by Stephen Puleston #BookReview #CrimeFiction @stephenpuleston @booksnall2020

Today I am closing the Blog Tour for LOOKING GOOD DEAD by Stephen Puleston. This is book 12 in the Inspector Drake series and is an unputdownable read that anyone who likes Crime Fiction will enjoy. LOOKING GOOD DEAD Format – Kindle Publisher – Puleston Publishing Publication Date – 11th April 2024 Genre – Crime thriller, mystery and suspense Author – Stephen Puleston Buy from AMAZON Read more…

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crimerecord · 5 months

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mvmilestwisted-blog · 7 months

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#new books #suspense #crimebooks #mystery books #amreading #self publishing #marchbooks #newbookstoread #author #booklr #reading #booklover

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kingbookcollector · 1 year

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End Of Watch by Stephen King. Book three of the Bill Hodges trilogy. #stephenking #stephenkingbooks #stephenkingfan #shelfie #horrorbooks #stephenkingbook #books #bookstagram #horrorbook #constantreader #igreads #bookish #booknerd #bookworm #crimebooks #booksbooksbooks #booklover #bookaholic #bookcommunity #booksofig https://www.instagram.com/p/Clvte1SLlsx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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anonwritersposts · 9 months

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The House Across the Lake is celebrity Casey Fletcher, returning to her lake vacation home to recover in private after her secret of being an alcoholic was revealed. When her neighbor Katherine Royce nearly drowns with Casey being the one to rescue, the pair start a beautiful friendship. As Casey learns of Katherine’s husband Tom, an uneasiness begins to brew. She begins to observe the house across the lake and quickly finds out- the couple are not at all as they appear. When Katherine vanished without a trace, Casey stops at nothing to seek out the truth even if it will cost her life.

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authorbghoward · 1 year

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Distrust…

I stood to the front of the elevator for the short ride up to the fourth floor thinking to myself how this woman was going so far out of her way because a difficult life had taught her not to trust anybody.

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theinkdrinkingfemme · 1 year

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Chapter 2

Harlan

The rapt knock on the front door startled Harlan from her fitful doze. She wiped at the congealed drool that had formed at her mouth.

How long have I been out for?

Making her way downstairs, she stifled a yawn, stealing a glance at her wristwatch. With today being the start of the Easter weekend, no one in her immediate circle should be at her door at all, never mind this early. Maybe it was an overenthusiastic priest with a gaudy invitation to some Easter Mass. Sounded like the better, more reasonable option. Slippering her feet, she yawned again. She waited at the bottom of the stairs, daring the door to knock again. Should she pretend she wasn’t home? God knows the amount of work she had planned today, especially that gym invite she gave to Viola. She inwardly cursed herself. Why would she even do that? Harlan paused a beat, before silently admitting to herself the reason why.

The knock came again. Or rather, knocks, three in quick succession.

The person at the door was a surprise. Harlan couldn’t decide whether it was an unpleasant or pleasant one, but a surprise, nonetheless.

“Naomi.” Harlan said the visitor’s name with a tight smile and widened the door for her to come inside. She didn’t expect her until Tuesday, but earlier is better, she reasoned.

Harlan got straight to the point. “The file. Where is it?” She sounded frantic.

Naomi gave a shrug of her slight shoulders, before launching into a long-winded tirade about the long waits and the other bureaucratical bullcrap that came along with that manilla folder. As if reading Harlan’s mind, she also vehemently stated the irrelevance of the teen’s relatively new legal status as an adult.

Harlan smacked the heel of her hand against her head, rubbing viciously at the spot.

Damn it! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN-

She’d exhausted all her other options. All her hope was riding on this one. Everything was slowly unravelling.

Harlan inhaled shakily. She couldn’t lose control now. She’d come too far. Her new name, her new life, far away from the events that took place in that shabby house in Cambria..

She shook the memories away. Naomi never comes here solely to deliver news, Harlan thought. Which means…

“You have a Plan B, don’t you?”

An almost imperceptible nod. “Cancel with Viola. You’re coming with me.” She gestured out the window, where the darkened car was stationed.

That sent a prickle of unease down her spine, Naomi knowing things Harlan didn’t reveal. She then reminded herself that with the power Naomi held over her, she could readily access all of Harlan’s plans.

Harlan forced another smile. “I’ll just get my phone.”

It took less than 20 minutes to get to the destination. Harlan spent the majority of that time pondering why she had unsent her message. She knew what last-minute plans did to Viola. Even now, as her schedule was being violently uprooted by Naomi, the beginnings of a silent anxiety attack were forming in her stomach. She knew the traits almost instinctively: a sinking sense of dread, sweaty palms, thoughts buzzing like irate wasps. She staved off the attack by discreetly swaying her body front and back, focusing on the tingly sensation and temporary relief.

Now, Harlan trailed behind Naomi, who was unwaveringly walking into the XXTRA FITNESS building. The indoor floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a handful of people in the swimming pool, their heads appearing periodically as they focused on their laps. The tide-like sounds of the splashing water, alongside the conflicting smells of oats and coffee from the small café compiled into a nauseating bowl of sensory pain. Harlan swallowed carefully, suppressing the urge to gag. Hopefully, she’d be out of here soon. Later on, she could stomach a gym session with Viola, just so long as she stood clear of the café. Harlan thumbed a quick text to Viola, confirming that she was already at the gym, then pocketed her phone and waited.

Harlan watched the terse conversation between Naomi and the desk clerk, her red-haired chignon bobbing curtly as the desk clerk nodded and disappeared. Moments later, he came back with a scrawled note, and directed Naomi to a room in the opposite direction.

A few minutes passed, before Naomi reappeared with the earlier note, and some metal chains. Without speaking, she dumped the items on the desk, the clerk meekly taking them. Naomi motioned for Harlan to follow her, which she complied with gratefully. 2 flights of linoleum stairs and 3 squeaky corridors later, they were both seated in a plush but sparsely decorated office. The shaggy haired brunet in front of them, whom Harlan assumed was the owner of said office, exchanged quiet words with Harlan’s escort. The teen couldn’t be bothered to listen, and left Naomi to do the work while she plugged in her earphones. Ever so often, Harlan watched their facial expressions: eyebrows shooting up, mouths pursing, eyes widening, arms flexing, jaws tightening and relaxing, before it all became disorienting for Harlan. The raw data amounted to nothing in her head, and the meeting was over before she could make sense of what just happened.

Descending the stairs, Harlan was taken aback by the now empty pool. The tiny ripples left behind was a reminder that it was used only moments ago. She didn’t have time to ponder over it, catching up to Naomi’s serious strides. Naomi didn’t so much as glance back at the gym before she drove away. Harlan did, and she noticed the desk clerk from earlier gingerly wrapping the metal chains around the handles of the door.

Naomi eyed Harlan in the rear-view mirror, reading her quizzical look.

“We’re getting that file, my dear. Don’t you worry.”

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jess-a-creates · 1 year

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Crime and wine!!! Inspiration from my Crime and Wine book club! And the love of crime, true crime, books, podcasts and documentaries!! @erincuthbertson @applesaredelish . . . #melbourneartist #crimeandwine #crime #truecrime #crimebooks #truecrimelover #crimefiction #crimefictionaddict #crimefictionbooks #books#reading https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckm2WW-Lp-K/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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