SPRING, 1987:
Justine Knox and her fiancé, Alex Van Huss, exit a dark movie theater and quickly find themselves in the midst of a torrential, Indiana thunderstorm. Trapped outside in the elements, Alex leads Justine on a shortcut through a rundown apartment complex and into their worst nightmare...
As the two of them rush through the woods behind the apartment buildings, they come across David Hawkins—a distraught, out-of-his-mind drug addict—burying the bodies of his wife and her lover. Unfortunately for the two young lovers, David Hawkins takes out all of his hate and anger on Justine and Alex. After murdering Alex, David rapes Justine and leaves her for dead...
Shortly after the horrible incident in the woods, Justine learns that she is pregnant, and the only man that could possibly have impregnated her is the monster that raped her and killed her fiancé. With the support of her parents, Justine makes the difficult decision to have an abortion...
Unbeknownst to Justine, she would have given birth to twins...
SPRING, 2005:
Nearly twenty years later, with a new name and a family of her own, Adrienne Morgan (formerly Justine Knox) wants nothing more than to forget that fateful night eighteen years in the past. A chance encounter in the local grocery store will shatter all of that...
Is Adrienne losing her mind, as her loving husband and children suspect, or is she being haunted: stalked by fragments from her past long dead and buried?
After its inital release in August, 2014, my debut novel "Gemini" spent three month in the Top 100 spot of two (and sometimes three) Amazon categories; the first four weeks of which the novel held strong in the Top 20.
CHAPTER ONE
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Two days had passed since David Hawkins killed his wife and her lover. It was only the beginning of March, but the weather had been unseasonably warm and the stench in his apartment had become putrid. Even in the crack-infested nest of Eastside Indianapolis’s Drake Commons Apartments that David and (until recently) his wife called home, it was only a matter of time before his neighbors would begin to take notice.
David sat on the couch and stared at the empty corner of his living room where his television—long since sold for a vial of crack-cocaine—once stood. “I gotta get them outta this house,” he said, completely unaware he had spoken aloud.
He arose from the couch and crossed the living room to the small hallway toward the back of the apartment. To the right was the bedroom, which was the obvious source of the sickly sweet aroma that permeated the home. Directly across from the bedroom was a tiny bathroom that consisted of a shallow, chipped, faux-marble basin, its rusty plumbing exposed, and a derelict toilet encrusted with several months of dried shit, puke, and blood. Also, a shower stall stood empty with no curtain or door. The mirror above the sink, half-covered by a series of spider web cracks, left little space to reveal an image to anyone who might happen to stand in front of it.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by patricia elizabeth moreira ferreira
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Carlos Bermejo Pérez
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