Paint With Blood 1: Mistaken Identity

A MACABRE MASTERPIECE PAINTED IN BLOOD
A STROKE OF THE HAND, OF KNIFE, OF PAINTBRUSH

Sarah Anne Matthews is just a normal girl with a 9-5 job and a roommate that is almost like a sister, except her roommate is blonde and she is dark-haired.

One winter day, she comes home early to catch a stranger in their house. She finds herself hiding, only letting herself out after she was sure the man has gone. What she finds in the upper bedrooms will change her life forever.

Det. Christopher “Kit” Sorenson and his team are after a serial killer who tortures, murders a string of dark-haired women, and paints the scene using the victim’s blood. He follows the trail of mayhem until he arrives at Sarah’s town. For the first time, the serial killer has made a mistake – he killed the wrong woman.

And he is here to make sure that when he comes back for the intended victim, he is waiting.

When Kit and Sarah meet each other, they feel a bond deeper than the circumstance that brought them together. The sexual tension is palpable. And as forceful as the lurking evil waiting for another chance at murder, so is lust waiting for just a chance to let loose and consume them both.

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This series contains descriptive bed scenes that are for adult readers only, including explicit language, violence, and erotic themes.

EXCERPT
WHEN WE got there, a man with dark skin was standing in the squad room with snow sticking to his hair. The first time I saw him, I thought it was not right to say he was just ‘a man’. It was his brown skin and the long, jet-black hair that made him look like he had a background. He has a surprisingly handsome face, but his color... made him look exotically beautiful. I could not believe at first that he was a detective. I thought he could be an actor. He was really tall, reaching six feet easily, and the way he carried himself attracted attention from men and women alike.

But he was not smiling and his brown eyes were cold as they observed me while he stood there. It looked like he just got out of the shower and... was he wearing two different boots on his feet? I was talking to officer Timmons then and he was listening to us. On the other hand, noone was stopping him, so he must have a good standing among the cops here. The room suddenly felt very small while his eyes bored at me. I had to make an effort to continue with my statement. He was just that distracting.

"He... he didn't feel like he meant any malice or wanted to do harm to anyone. That’s what I meant. His eyes looked that way, and I felt that his eyes would kind and caring if he knew someone else was there. But he didn’t, and I saw him. I know how strange that sounds, but I can only tell you what I felt when I looked into his eyes."

Suddenly, the tall man with the dark skin spoke up without introduction. "So, you have attached yourself to him, and that you sympathize with him. Is that what I'm hearing from you, miss? Maybe you are part of this as well and you stalked the target, and then called your partner to finish the job."

I lifted my head to him and I was shocked. I felt this red-hot rage suddenly building up inside me. How dare he say what he did? “I lived in the same house, stupid. How dare you?!”

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