Excerpt ‘The Evil Within’ Book 2, series “Poisoned Soul” Coming soon…

Excerpt- “The Evil Within”
Chapter 2

Mason got in his expensive car and headed for downtown. He would have to cruise around to pick just the right victim. Whores usually hung out in pairs but sometimes you could catch one on her own. He enjoyed driving and he had the Hotel California CD playing loud, it kept him calm.
He finally spotted a nasty slut with long blonde straight hair, brown eyes; brown skin…dressed in a short red mini skirt, sequined tank top and six inch heels. The hate rose up in him like bile in his throat. She appeared to be alone and there werevery few cars or people on the streets. This was it. He was intoxicated with the thrill of the hunt.
Mason carefully looked around for witnesses, there were none. She was standing on the corner in front of a drug store. He crept up to a halt, rolled down the power window and he had her attention.
She smiled prettily and came closer to his car. He asked how much, she told him $100, so he waved her in. Upon closer inspection, he noticed she was Hispanic, about 5’7″ tall and had a 36-26-36 figure. She was gorgeous. She was lean limbed, had petite hands, no nylons, high heels and wore a St. Christopher medal on a silver chain.
“Hello, I’m Tiffany,” she said in a breathy voice, “this is some nice car you have.” She smacked her gum and went on, “Aren’t you the man that got Melinda off the streets?”
“Yes I am but you can never get enough pussy.”
She had a throaty laugh, “That’s funny. Did you know Ice was looking for you?”
“Ice?” like he didn’t know.
“Yah, he’s pretty pissed off that you took Melinda. He either wants her back or he wants paid.”
Now it was Mason’s turn to laugh.
“Oh yah, and where do I find this Ice person?”
“He’s standing right over there by the drugstore entrance.”
Mason sensed trouble but other men no longer intimidated him, after being in prison.
“Well, let’s get this over with,” he said to Tiffany, “I sure as hell aint hiding from him.”
They climbed out of the car, approached a black man, 5’10”-185, and built like a bull. He had short faded hair, spiked on top, a goatee, protruding eyes and a thin lipped scowl. He looked sleazy yet threatening; had a lot of gold, diamonds, chains and tattoos. Mason knew the type; he dealt with one or two of them when he was locked up.
As they got closer Mason saw that this ‘Ice’ had huge hands, a thick neck and appeared to be powerful. Hudson was no whimp but he had second thoughts. It was too late; Ice stepped out from his hiding spot and thundered over to Mason.
“Hey little man,” spit out Ice.
“I’ll show you your fucking ‘little man’,” countered Mason.
“We’ve got some business to do,” bullied Ice.
“And just what might that be?” asked Mason sarcastically, “seems to me you lost out and I’ve already won.”
Ice stepped right into Mason’s face and bellowed, “You don’t just saunter in to my territory and steal one of my stable. I fucking want the used up bitch back or some cold hard cash in her place.”
“And what makes you think you’ll get either ‘Ice’?” Mason said it like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
“Because I’ll smash your fucking head in if you don’t!”
“You fucking threatening me? The last guy that did that ended up in the infirmary.” Mason wanted to let this pimp know that he was an ex-con and his threats were not going to faze him.
“You have that slut Melinda, what are you doing with Tiffany here?” he changed the subject and his tough guy attitude.
“It’s none of your God damned business ‘Ice’.”
“My ladies are my business. Just keep that filthy slut; she was no good to me anyway.”
“So we have an understanding,” Mason said flatly.
“The only thing I understand is if you mess with anymore of my whores, I WILL smash your fucking head in, you bastard!”
” Come on Tiffany…I’m done here,” said Mason.
They headed back to the Maserati and got in. “Wow! I’ve never seen no one back down Ice, I’m super impressed! I can’t wait to tell everyone. The other girls just won’t believe it. I can’t believe it. You must be one mean son of a bitch. So you were in prison, for how long and for what?”
Mason cringed, this broad talked too much. Soon enough she would be forever silent. He put the car in gear and slowly pulled away from the curb. Ice was nowhere in sight. Big man…little balls.

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Boredom

I’m so bored thus, multiple posting.
Should be writing but doubting my ability. I’ve had nothing but positive feedback on Within These Walls, but few sales. Peanuts has had zero sales. Oh….woe is me. Lol
I thought writing and publishing was easy. Marketing is a fucking nightmare!
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Excerpt from Chapter 5- ‘The Evil Within’

“The Evil Within”-Second novel in trilogy, ‘Poisoned Soul’.
I’m 41,000 words into this second book and writing strong. Enjoy this dream.

‘The dream started with him as just a small child. He was trembling underneath the bed, his small tummy cold against the dusty wood floor. Mason was backed up to the wall as far as he could squeeze.
“Macey!” came the wheezing monsters voice, “I need your help!…….”
He cringed at the misuse of his name and the horrible breathing. The devil mommy was in the bathroom across the hall, she needed something from him. He hated when she needed anything, he hated looking at her. She was purplish green all over, not just her swollen cut face. Her puffy neck had clear hand prints where his father had strangled her. He was shaking uncontrollably and thought she would hear his knees knocking on the bare planks.
“Macey!” she croaked, “I NEED you!…..”
Then it was quiet, too quiet. His breathing sounded like thunder in his ears. Where was the demon mother? Was she slowly dragging her broken and bruised feet towards him? Mason tried to scream but once again, the dream had his voice. It was a good thing; it would give his hiding place away.
“I know where you are, you lttle dickens,” rasped the gutteral sound of a thousand deaths.
He could hear her now coming near his bedroom door; she limped in and stood at the bottom of the bed! He twisted to look, saw its unclipped jagged toenails on the gruesome feet. “God please help me!!” He prayed silently. He flattened himself further against the floorboard, until he labored to catch his breath.
The hellion that used to be his mother bent over the side of the bed with a grunt, to peer under. When the fiend opened its mouth to speak a swarm of hornets emerged from her mouth, buzzing around angrily.
One of Mason’s greatest fears was a wasp and there were hundreds of them! He squirmed out feet first until he was clear of the box springs, stood up on his weak legs and could see over the lump of the comforter to the other side.
He heard hellish screaming as the yellow jackets engulfed the monster stinging it.
He ran from the room as fast as his little feet could go and turned into the living room.
Mason felt faint when he saw his father. His neck was crooked, he was still wearing the noose like some morbid necklace. He didn’t even notice Mason frozen there, he was too busy smashing the skull of their house cat with the wooden stool from the kitchen…….

Mason woke with a start. He was quaking and deeply sobbing. He was rolled up in the fetal position, again on the couch. He must have fallen asleep there. Thank God, Melinda couldn’t see the shape he was in……….’

Excerpt-Chapter 16- “Within These Walls”

A MURDER SCENE:

Peyton was reading and was sure she heard the disarming of the alarm. She was confused for a second. Either they came back early from the game or Skyler had a fight with Katie and came home. She called out, “Who’s there?”, which led him right to her voice.
Hunter walked into the room and she immediately recognized her mugger. She tried to scream but choked on the saliva in her throat. As she was coughing hard he straddled her on the bed and stuffed a foul smelling rag in her mouth, now she wasn’t only choking, she was gagging.
Her eyes were wild with terror and she started kicking, hitting and scratching her assailant.
He instantly over powered her and pulled out three lengths of rope. He rolled her over with ease.
First he sat on her thrashing legs and tied her hands behind her back.
He was so incredibly strong!
She was managing some muffled screams and he chuckled.
Her thoughts were incredulous. How could this be happening and why would the mugger want her dead? Because she called and offered him money? Her mind raced with questions as he tied her legs, so tight that the nylon cut into her skin.
She was still flailing as he half dragged; half carried her towards the dresser.
What in the hell was he doing?
He turned her around until her face was in the mirror, his right next to hers.
He was going to make her watch! She almost fainted at the gruesome idea. But watch what? Her whole body was trembling out of control. He fingered the last length of rope with relish. With one super human arm he held her still, as he slowly wrapped the length of rope around her exposed neck. OH MY GOD! He was going to strangle her!
She tried to turn her head and impede his efforts but he held tight and started to put pressure on the noose. With one hand he twisted the strand of synthetic rope until it tightened that much more. Peyton couldn’t breathe…her eyes bulged, she could see it all like a dream. She gave one last ditch effort to save herself, she fought with all the strength she possessed. He had to compensate and his mask slid partially off his face. Peyton saw the one of a kind smile for the last time.
She started turning purplish blue and her tongue hung out. He snapped three pictures with his cell phone. Finally and blessedly she lost consciousness. He kept on the pressure until he was sure she was dead.
She slumped in his arms, he carried her over and tossed her on the bed.
He had one last thing to do. He went downstairs to the china cabinet, got a desert plate and took it back upstairs.
He placed it upside down over her face, so he never had to look at that bitches face again, unless he wanted to…..