Thicker than Water

By Melanie McCurdie

June is a young mother whose love and sanity is tested when her husband is murdered and her daughter vanishes. When the culprits are discovered, they will discover that when a mother's love is tested, she will do anything to protect her child.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Slayful Stories
• Release date: Jan 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386620020

Melanie McCurdie

I am a Canadian based writer who resides in Calgary, Alberta and am a Warrior Mom blessed with two challenging boys, Sam 14 and Davey 10.  I am a rabid supporter of Independent Film and Publications, and a horror junkie with a taste for words, and bloodsauce.   Most recently, I was voice talent to The Carmen Theatre Group as Maria Sanchez and I can be seen in The Orphan Killer 2: Bound x Blood, written and created by Matt Farnsworth.

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DEDICATION

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The Locusts

BabyGirl

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Voodoo Doll

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For  always

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

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My life is filled with the most fascinating, diverse and amazing bunch of individuals I could ever dream of calling friends and loved ones.  You all mean  so much to me.

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For my friend and companion in literary crime, Foggy McCorrigan.  Thanks for always lending your unique point of perception.

For Jim.  You are a treasure beyond measure and a someone I am so glad to count amongst my friends  Thanks for your suggestions and the like

And last, but never least, Amanda Marie.  You are an incredible lady and one of my most favorite sisters.  That smile and the Go Slay attitude keeps encouraging me to fight for my own dreams.  Love you sweetie. To the moon xoxo

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The sign on the door swings back and forth in the air-conditioned lobby; the arc of its enthusiastic movement slows even as I thumb the lock and stand a moment in the light of the blazing summer sun, watching the small crowd that was gathering in the parking lot. Word travels fast in a small town and this time was no exception. I wonder idly why that is when no one here has had use of any device to do as much as text with.

I slide the flat of my palm along my right hip, smoothing the self-conscious wrinkles that my hand was sure were there.  A thirty-pound weight loss in recent months has left my confidence sobbing on the floor where I would rather be myself.

What a bunch of trained monkeys, I reflect, observing the awkward wiggle-walk of an o-so-mature teenage girl with rather large breasts and a vacant, come-hither stare.  The three suited men standing across from her ogle her nubile young curves and their piggish behaviour catches my eye.  She leans against the front panel of my sweet Cherry Red Cuda and the sight of the keys hanging from her belt loops scraping against the paint makes me want to rip the little bitch's throat out. Soon enough and if I was lucky, I would obliterate the little snatch and teach her a lesson about respect.

Someone behind me thumps in the quiet and the noise startles me back from my murderous plotting.  A small silent crowd rustles like blackbirds on a branch, waiting. For my next move.  The air feels thin as my hand becomes sweat slick and the