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'Cry the Night' is a crime fiction novel, a psychological thriller that takes the reader on a tour into a world of delusion and sexual darkness - in a story that delves into the mystery of insanity.

TERROR HAUNTS 'SURVIVORS'

It was an unexplored wilderness in a remote part of Australia.

The terrifying ordeal started as a weekend trip into the country. Four young men and one teenage girl. A sexy tease. Then the horrific discovery. Someone evil was among them.

Within the tomb-like hidden place, his most dreadful secrets remained safe.

Or so it seemed . . .

"This is a gripping page-turner," says Linda Eberharter, Atlantic Bridge
Publishing.

"Move aside Hannibal; this serial killer is about as crazy and ruthless as they come. At times he was so cruel it sent shivers up my spine." Paul Kellerman, reader review posted on Amazon.

"Chilling! The author uses a flowing narrative in depicting many sensational and frightening moments." Debi Staples, Publisher / Executive Editor of SynergEbooks.

"The prologue grabbed me. Psychological suspense fans will enjoy this riveting story." Tracy Farnsworth, Administrative Coordinator / Reviewer for The Romance Readers Connection.

"This is enthralling. It displays strong potential for adaptation to a movie or a television mini-series." Alan Halbish, Halbooks Publishing and Consulting Service.

PROFESSIONAL REVIEWS

The Australian Outback

CRY THE NIGHT explores the mind of a monster. Not a monster born, but one made that way by the madness of his own mother. Her twisted religiosity destroys her child and looses an evil upon a remote Queensland community.

Though more instinctual than cerebral, he inspires the same reluctant fascination as a Hannibal Lecter.

Jane Bowers, Romance Reviews Today.

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Psychological Suspense!

In March 1981, the small town of Traviston, Australia changed forever. Somewhere in this small town, a killer roams free.

The prologue grabbed me. [Kirsty] was almost too sexually charged, and you just knew she would end up getting into trouble, but without her total disregard for innocence, the storyline just would not have been the same.

Lots of twists and turns bring the reader to incorrect guesses, and the ending does produce a bit of a shock. Psychological suspense fans will enjoy this riveting story where past and present collide and deliver some horrific events.

Tracy Farnsworth, The Romance Readers Connection.

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'Cry the Night' is a psychological thriller, crime fiction novel that delves into the mysterious depths of insanity. Available in Hardcover, Trade Paperback, Rocket Ebook, PDF and HTML download and CD ROM

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BOOK EXCERPT

When found, the body of the ten-year-old girl lay face up in a shallow depression. Her tangled brown hair draped her shoulders and was littered with twigs and yellowed leaves. At some point during her struggle she'd been pushed down into the bed of the creek. Her face was peppered with sand. Her mouth and throat were filled with sand. Her nostrils. Even her eyes. Small granules impregnated the mesh of her eyelashes and coated the rims of her corneas.

A beautiful girl.

The dead girl was the eldest of two sisters who lived in town, some forty miles away, both last seen the previous afternoon.

She lay within a clearing, about fifty yards upstream from a remote road, in among ridges and valleys that usually lay dormant, undisturbed. She was explicitly exposed, her dress lifted above her waist, the intricate floral patterns bunched and torn. Her underpants were stretched between parted knees, with one knee angled off the ground slightly; later examinations would reveal she hadn't been sexually violated. Bruising around her thin neck evidenced an overpowering grip. She had endured suffering and her life had expired slowly. A furrowed impression in the sand tailed from the heel of her left shoe, indicating a final and pitiable movement.

In death, she stared up at the peace of a clear blue sky. Her killer's identity was an irretrievable imprint on the retinas of her eyes.

A moment of terror.

A small voice pleading for life.

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