Wednesday 8 January 2014

Killer Scents - Romantic Suspense by Adelle Lauden

The Florists' gruesome journey began in Killer Scents.... 

" In Scent of a Killer, the nightmare is far from over for the two Harley riding detectives. The Florist is on the run with one thing on his mind.... revenge. "

Blurb:

Not even being locked up in an insane asylum is going to stand in the way of Danny aka The Florist exacting his revenge. Detective Becca Talbot is at the top of his list, but he can’t resist the temptation to mess with her mind first.
Becca doesn't know how much more she can take of Danny’s sinister acts. It seems they are one step behind every move he makes. How can they turn the tables and catch him in his own tangled web? More importantly, can they do it before anyone else falls prey to his demented mind? 

Excerpt:
From the corner of her eye, she spotted a girl dressed in a long peasant skirt, carrying a basket filled with red roses. Her heartbeat raced as the girl’s gaze settled on her and she began crossing the distance between them.
“Excuse me, gentlemen. I need to use the little girls’ room.”
Becca squelched the hysteria rising up as she reached the flower girl and lightly clasped her arm. “Please follow me,” she said as loud as she dared.
The young girl nodded discreetly as she continued on her solo way to the bathroom. Once inside, Becca put her hands on either side of a sink and dropped her head, breathing in and out slowly in a futile attempt to remain calm. Seconds passed before the door opened and the girl came in.
“Is everything okay?” Her hand moved as if in slow motion to take a rose and present it to her. “A gentleman in the foyer asked me to deliver this to you.”
Her hand trembled as she took the purple rose from the oblivious woman.
“What did this man look like?”
She shrugged. “I couldn’t tell. He wore a hat and long coat, and some kind of scarf hid his face except for his eyes.”
“Didn’t you find his appearance a little odd?”
“At first yes, until he told me about your dinner date and his allergic reaction to seafood and being covered in hives.”
Becca shook her head.
The girl lifted her basket slightly. “If it’s okay, I really need to get back to work.”
“Oh, of course ...?” She searched for a name tag on the girls’ shapeless dress.
“Jennifer.”
“Thank you, Jennifer. Do me a huge favor and keep this incident between us?”
Jennifer mimed zipping her mouth shut before spinning around and leaving. Becca twirled the rose between her fingers and snuck out of the bathroom to the front doors. On the other side, the doorman stood at his post with his hands clasped behind his back.
She pushed the door open. “Excuse me, but do you make a habit of letting masked men in with no questions asked?”
The man stepped back from her outburst. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Of course you don’t. Danny isn’t stupid enough to walk through the front doors.
“I’m sorry.” She hurried out to the parking lot and came to a full stop amidst the rows of cars, holding up the rose. “You don’t scare me,” she shouted and dropped the flower, crushing it with her shoe and grinding it into the asphalt. “I hope you’re watching you sick son-of-a-bitch. Hear this! I’m going to find you, and when I do, you can kiss your sorry ass good-bye!”

Adelle Laudan
Something for the Rebel in All of Us


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