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Book Information:
Title: A Man Betrayed (A Quinn Winters Novel) Book Three
Author: Ivy Love
Genre: Fiction, Romance, Romantic Suspense, Suspense
Publication Date: May 30, 2020
Cover Design: KLa Boutique – Swag
Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/syejmbv

Synopsis
I wasn’t always a technical analyst for the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.
I spent my life hunting the worst of the worst.
Then he came along.
First, he took my family.
Then he took my chance at love.
He’s taken everything I’ve ever cared about away from me.
Now, he’s trying to steal what’s left of me.
But, he doesn’t know who he’s messing with.
I’m hunting him now.
I’m taking back my life.

Excerpt – Copyright Ivy Love 2020

Killer:
I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Everything I’ve done coming to fruition in one beautiful moment. My whole life has been leading up to this.

I stare at the fire, reminiscing as I toss the worn pages of my notebooks into the flames. Thinking of the words from my youth, watching as they vanish in the night sky. I was so young and stupid back then. I thought I knew everything, but the reality was I knew nothing at all.

I don’t know what made me this way, but I do know that this is who I am. I’ve felt it in my bones since I was a small child. It’s who I’ve always been.

I’m a killer through and through.

There was a time when I was younger when I would stand in front of my mirror and practice what I was going to say to my victims. I would hold one of my notebooks up to the mirror, stare intensely at my reflection and read out in my scariest voice, “I’m your worst nightmare. I’m the fear you’re afraid to dream about.”

I chuckle aloud. Looking back, I was so stupid. I would tell myself that I was going to be the most prolific killer ever. I didn’t want to be just known, I wanted to be infamous. I wanted to be the person your grandchildren’s children would read about. When people went to double check their locks at night it was going to be because they were afraid of me.
I never had a plan on who I was going to kill or why I was going to kill them. I just knew that was my path in life. It wasn’t until I lost everything that it became clear who my victims were going to be. I was going to ruin them like they ruined me.

I throw another piece of paper into the fire and gently rub my finger along the fading scar against my cheek.

I knew I could be that person. The person people feared, but I was at least smart enough to know I couldn’t just start killing. I needed to do my research first. I wanted to know where everyone else went wrong, that way I didn’t make the same mistakes.

As I began my research, I quickly realized I needed to start small. Nobody would notice a missing wild animal. It would allow me to stay off everybody’s radar, but still satisfy my need to kill. So, that’s what I did. I found pleasure in it. Too bad it got boring so quickly. I wanted something more. I needed to progress to something that allowed me to feel its fear.

So, one day, my foster father mysteriously disappeared. To this day he’s never been found. Don’t worry, he wasn’t a great man. Nobody mourned him for long and some of my foster siblings seemed much happier after he was gone. I was never a suspect, because I was a quiet kid that kept to myself. His wife was and some of the older kids in the home, but ultimately, I walked out of that house and they were never the wiser.

 

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