Mitch is facing the real possibility that the woman of his dreams may actually feel the same way about him. He’s in love and blissfully unaware of the man who has been following him, a man willing to pin a string of murders on him in the name of revenge.
The murders begin in Italy. Alexis Liao, a former FBI agent, is brought in to consult on the case. After two bodies are discovered, both with the same ATM mark, she know they have a serial killer on their hands. There are just two problems, no reasonable suspects, and after the first two victims, the bodies stop coming.
This book is a stand along thriller with a heavy romance theme. As such, I've done little to promote it thus far, but I'm planning on a spin off with the character Alexandra (Alex). My promotion plans are to begin building the audience for this book in September of 2014.
Currently, it has 9 reviews with a 4.3 rating. Compared with my mystery series where book one - three have 202, 132, and 88 reviews respectively, with 4.3, 4.2, and 4.5 average, this isn't very good.
As the mystery series continues to build it's base, the sales of A Touch To Die For have started to grow despite zero sales efforts on my part.
I'm putting this book onto Bablecube now because I plan on developing the market for A Touch To Die For, but at present the sales are minimal.
I will update this post as the situation changes.
The only market where it might make sense to translate is in Germany. The growth of ebooks in German has been exploding for English versions with the translated version doing even better.
I would NOT recommend anyone considering this title unless they've read the book and they love it and can see the potential.
He looked into her green eyes and let his mind take a snapshot of the moment. Her hair, wet, the terrycloth robe hugged her body like he had the night before. The smell was of lilac, but it was the look that would stay with him the longest. At that moment, when he froze time, her smile seemed to glow, and the one raised eyebrow spoke volumes that he wasn’t sure he could fully comprehend.
Room service had brought breakfast while she showered. The dream, “The Girl,” who had been rattling around in his mind for the better part of two decades stood before him now, and the morning-after moment had arrived.
There are questions, the asking of which leads to regret, and yet, the doubt that is chosen instead is of equal burden. Things which must seem obvious across a cart of food - the signals, the touch, the looks - they are circumstantial by nature. His internal voice took to crafting a narrative. He always imagined life as it might be between the pages. This is what it means to be a writer.
We crave truth, fact, and certainty, yet we also yearn for mystery. Truth and mystery cannot live together.
Or can they?
Is that the holy grail of the human spirit? Perhaps the solving of that riddle is the answer to the question simply stated “True Love”?
He didn’t have his laptop handy and cast the prose aside.
She butters a piece of toast and says nothing. She is comfortable in the silence. It shows strength. Is it a clue? He doesn’t know; maybe it is a game, her game. The first words don’t come to mind. A piece of bacon gives him something to nibble on, a time-out to gather his thoughts and start the journey of a lifetime, the journey of any lifetime.
