‘Makes Hannibal Lecter look like Mary Poppins… this is going to give me a serious book hangover’ John Marrs, author of The One
If only they knew the real truth. It should be my face on those front pages.
My headlines. I did those things, not him. I just want to stand on that doorstep and scream it: IT WAS ME.
ME. ME. ME.
ME! Rhiannon Lewis has successfully fooled the world and framed her cheating fiance Craig for the depraved and bloody killing spree she committed. She should be ecstatic that she’s free. Except for one small problem.
She’s pregnant with her ex lover’s child. The ex-lover she only recently chopped up and buried in her in-laws garden. And as much as Rhiannon wants to continue making her way through her kill lists, a small voice inside is trying to make her stop.
But can a killer’s urges ever really be curbed?