Paint it Red

By Melody Leigh

Padrik Myszka is sick of his wife. Sick of her insults, sick of her nagging, sick of her existence. The past ten years have felt like a waste and he's beyond ready to move on with his life. When he starts having dreams about killing her, he's more than a little concerned.

But as he quickly discovers, they're the only things keeping him going.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melody Leigh
• Release date: Feb 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310130205

Melody Leigh

Melody Leigh is a freelance writer who loves stories about magic and fantasy or mystery and horror, and most of all, anything that combines them into one. Murders in the Enchanted Forest? Crimes that reek of the paranormal? Sign her up.When not writing, she enjoys playing video games and hanging out with her cats.

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Paint it Red

By Melody Leigh

Copyright 2016 Melody Leigh

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Front Cover, Image Notes

Base image used in the cover for Paint it Red found in the Public Domain on Pixabay, by user tookapic. Image was later edited for use in this book.

Special Thanks

To my amazing friend Caty, who took my sad attempt at a cover and turned it into the work of art it now is. You are beyond wonderful and supportive and I'll be forever grateful for the time and effort you've given me.

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Copyright

Paint it Red

About the Author

Padrik Myszka hated his wife.

Really, really hated her.

Sometimes, deep in the night, when the doors were closed and the lights were off and his wife was sleeping soundly down the hall, he’d step outside onto the porch and stare up at the stars, as if to ask them where the last ten years had gone and beg them to take him back.

But he’d sit there, knees on wood and hands clasped before him, praying, and nothing would change. An hour would pass, a day, a month, and every day he still woke up to the sound of