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Five years. Zero murders. Today, John’s life seems perfect. His corner office overlooks the city’s beautiful skyline. His wife and daughter love him. His father and sister adore him. To the outside world, John has everything. Because he’s kept the murderous cravings at bay, but that’s at an end - John is hearing the voice again, a voice that only talks to him. It’s saying awful, awful things… Just once more, John. Just kill one more person. — Detective Tremock finds the newest body and immediately recognizes the MO. The case went cold five years prior, but Tremock never forgot. He’s actually been waiting. Some call Tremock obsessed. A crumbling marriage, an elusive retirement, fading prospects for a cushy, private sector job - all because he couldn’t let those murders go. Tremock knew the monster would return. And now he has. — John’s grip on reality is breaking. Tremock is getting closer to the truth. If John can’t stop, he’ll lose his wife, his children, his whole life . And all the while the voice keeps whispering, “Kill them, John. Kill them all…” Red Rain blurs the lines between good and evil, creating neck-snapping pace that will have you turning pages late into the night. You will love this book, because everyone is fascinated with the mind of a serial killer. Grab it now. Praise for Red
- "Mr. Beers has created an environment and populated it with people who seem to truly LIVE."
- "This book will fascinate, but don't start it just before bed."
- "Simple review, I became enthralled with this book. If I didn't have to sleep or go to doctor's appointments, I wouldn't have put this book down."
Author
I used to deliver pizza. I was pretty good at it, too. I mean, it's not that hard, but if I'm not going to brag, who is, right? Anyways, so I'm delivering pizza while I'm in college, and my boss has been in the pizza industry like six years. He's supposed to graduate from college this year, and I ask him, what are you going to do after college? We're all supposed to go out and conquer the world right after college, so this guy has to have some kind of plan. He looked at me like I was delusional. "I'm a writer, man." Those four words changed my life more so than anything else ever spoken to me. I'd always written, since I was twelve participating in online-wrestling forums in which you acted out your character. I wrote because it came naturally. Never once, in the entirety of my nineteen years did I think that writing could be a career though, until a Pizza Sage said those four words to me. So what did I do? I went home and wrote a short story and immediately understood that I was the greatest writer to ever touch a keyboard. I brought it to the Pizza Sage and he told me what anyone could have told me—it was horrible. I might be dumb, probably am, but I'm also tenacious. I spent the next seven years writing almost every day. My first novel grew to the length of 40,000 words, then I threw it away. My second novel grew to 140,000 words. I didn't throw it away, but it was rejected about 50 times by agents. My next novel ended up at around 55,000 words, which I showed to a few friends and shelved. Then I wrote Dead Religion, which is the only reason I have an author page at Amazon. I have had four short stories published, paid and unpaid. 'Effects May Vary' won an award that was voted on by readers, which was pretty cool. I'm currently getting my Masters in Business at the University of Georgia's Terry School of Business. I'm doing this in order to not deliver pizzas but still keep the lights on. I have a girlfriend who will soon be my fiancé, and after ten years, I imagine she's ready for that title. I want to own a yacht.
