Title: Roses are Red… Violet is Dead, Book 1 in the Blood So Violet Series
Author: Monica-Marie Vincent
Genre: YA thriller/horror
Publisher: Booktrope Publishing
Release date: Aiming for March 24th, 2015
Violet Sumner has a stalker.
Between her largely dysfunctional family of two and the friends she doesn’t feel particularly close to, Violet thinks he’s the least of her problems. What she fails to understand is that the guy is no prankster and soon people turn up dead or missing. Because of her.
Things change when Violet’s best friend disappears and realization sinks in that the stalker means business. Denial put aside, Violet has no other option but to accept the help of police Sergeant Willard Kelley and his rather sweet protégé, to come to terms with the seriousness of the situation.
Yet nothing could’ve prepared her for her close up with the psycho.
Who will survive in this tale of obsession and misplaced devotion?
"Can I get a tall black coffee to go, please?" he asked as he whisked past me to the counter.
"Well, I'm here every morning. What's your excuse?" I rolled my eyes as I put my hand on my hip, my spine straightening to my full height of five-foot-four.
"Decided I needed a little 'pick me up’. What's better than a nice steaming cup of coffee?" He held up his cup like he was going to cheers with mine. I clutched my cup a little closer.
"Didn't you have to drive out of your way to get here?" I refused to meet his gaze.
"Yeah, so?" He challenged
"So? Coffee isn't even your thing." I stepped back and held my chin up defiantly
"I wanted to come and see a friend. Is that OK?" He flashed his notorious megawatt smile.
we're not friends. Shelby and I are friends. You and Blake are friends. But you
and I, we're not friends." I gestured between us, emphasizing my point. Colton
"Yeah, because you are the only reason in the world that I would come here."
He licked his lips as he pushed himself into a standing position. A predatory smile emerged.
"Aren't we a little full of ourselves this morning?"
I could feel all of the blood draining out of my face and into my feet. Feet that refused to move toward the door. Silently, I tried to will
to say something, anything, but she had made herself busy behind the counter.
My dry mouth couldn't form any words to rebut what Jordan had said. All that was missing was for
me to be standing there in my underwear like one of those nightmares where you
go to school naked, only I was standing in the middle of Starbucks. Colton
"It doesn't have to be this way. You don't have to be such a bitch to me. I'm your best friend's boyfriend. Maybe it's time you come to terms with that." A slow, smug smile spread across his face.
"Whatever. I'm going to be late." I tossed my hair over my shoulder, turned to wave at
fled the store like he was chasing me. Jordan
About the author:
Monica-Marie Vincent writes Young Adult novels about troubled teens and even more troubled parents. She currently lives in
CA although she would rather be in her home
town of .
Thanks to her very put upon husband Monica-Marie is always well stocked with
coffee, Diet Coke, and Cheddar Jalapeno Cheetos, so she wouldn't have to move
away from her writerly lair to do mundane things like shopping. San Francisco
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