Synopsis
Victor Faust’s new Order is growing.
Business is good as there is no rest for the wicked in an underground world of
hardcore criminals and contract killing. Relationships among the operatives
have changed little over the past year—but things are about to change now, and all six high-ranking members of the
new Order will be blindsided by an unlikely enemy.
Loved ones whose only ties to Victor’s
organization are their relationships with its members, are abducted. The price
to get them back safely—the six must confess their deepest, darkest secret to
this mysterious young woman named Nora, who is as deadly as she is beautiful,
and who seems to know more about each of them than they know about each other.
And although no one has any clue about who Nora really is, it becomes clear
that she also isn’t who she appears
to be.
So much more is at stake than secrets
and the lives of innocent loved ones; with each member that Nora forces to
confess, the truth about their dark pasts and their present objectives will cast
suspicion, pit some against each other, and may tear others apart.
Before the game is over everyone will
know who this woman is and why she is here, but the damage she will leave in
her wake could be the beginning of the new Order’s destruction.
Whose dark secret will be the darkest of
all? And can Victor’s Order survive any of them?
IMPORTANT
NOTE: SEEDS OF INIQUITY is NOT a prequel about Fredrik Gustavsson as previously stated. It is a brand
new present day book.
The first book in the series, KILLING SARAI,
will be on sale for a limited time
for $1.99 (Kindle and Nook) starting October 1st.
Excerpt
Something inside of me snaps,
and my eyes spring open wildly in my face. I scream out something I can’t even
decipher and finally get my fingers between the chain and my throat. I pull it
away with everything in me, spurred on by rage and vengeance and the will to
live, until I overpower her and set my neck free, slamming her legs down
against the floor.
She starts to crawl away on
her hands and knees in the direction of my overturned chair. I leap to my feet,
pulling Pearl from my boot before I’m
fully upright, and I’m standing over her with the blade against her throat and
the back of her hair in my fist, pulling her neck back as far as it’ll go
without snapping.
“I’ll cut off more than your
finger, bitch!”
She freezes; her hips and
pelvis and legs pressed against the floor; the whites of her eyes visible to me
as I stand over her from behind.
“Where is Dina?!” I yank on
her scalp, pulling her neck back even farther; if she even flinches the wrong
way the blade will break the skin and she knows it. “Fuck these games of yours!
Tell me where you took her!”
“Come closer and I’ll tell
you,” she says with difficulty, her voice strained.
Without even thinking about
it I do, but I keep the blade against her throat as I sit down on her back.
“Try anything and I’ll kill
you,” I growl, my lips next to her ear.
She doesn’t try to fight
back, but I’m not feeling defeat from her. It’s something else. That confidence
about her that I’ve grown to despise. Even though I’m the one sitting on top of her,
the one with the knife pressed to her
throat, I can’t help feel like she’s still the one in control.
“Where is she?” I whisper harshly against the side of her face.
“If you want Dina Gregory to
live,” she says, still in a whisper too low for the audio to pick up, “then you
and I need to have a talk about the specifics of the relationship you had with
Javier Ruiz.”
It feels like an eternity
that I sit on top of her, straddling her back, lost in some kind of stunned
submission. I can’t find words. Or my heartbeat. And my mind is running away
from me.
Then my knife hand begins to
tremble and my breathing becomes unsteady.
I slide the knife away from
her throat, push her head down forcibly against the tile with the other hand,
shoving myself angrily to my feet and off of her. I don’t look at her when she
gets up, struggling into a stand with her ankles bound. And I look only at the
floor when she shuffles right past me, picking up her black heels along the
way, and goes back over to her seat on the other side of the table.
I keep my back to her, unable
to move; my eyes beginning to burn from the angry tears pushing their way to
the surface. My knife is gripped within my hand firmly, resting down at my
side. I feel like using it on myself.
“Shall we begin?” Nora says
as calmly as ever, waiting for me at the table.
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About the Author
J.A. Redmerski, New York
Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling
author lives in North Little Rock, Arkansas with her three children, two cats
and a Maltese. She is a lover of television and books that push boundaries and
is a huge fan of AMC’s The Walking Dead.
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