Colin: A Serial Killer Romance

By JB Duvane

Beauty is his obsession ... 

Colin:

It started with the mannequin heads.
They were my escape, my solace, my companions in the darkness.
But the day came when they weren't enough. That's when I started taking the girls.
But Avery? She's not like the others.
She's beautiful -- so beautiful -- but I can't hurt her.
I need to keep her with me ... forever.

Avery:

He should terrify me.
I'm his prisoner.
I've seen what he did to the others. How can I believe him when he says he won't hurt me?
But there's more to him than darkness. There's a terrible sadness.
And strange as it sounds, a kind of beauty.
I wonder if I can ever make him see himself the way I do?

PLEASE NOTE: This is a dark romance with violent and unsettling themes of an adult nature that some may find disturbing. Colin: A Serial Killer Romance is a standalone novel of 66k words with a HEA.

Excerpt:

“Colin?”
I heard a faraway voice that sounded like Avery, but everything kept slipping away from me and it seemed like it wasn’t real. I opened my eyes again to try and see her but there was nothing there. 
It’s a dream, that’s all it is. Just a dream, I thought to myself as I started to drift back into the haze. But then a hand gently touched my face and it felt too real to be a dream. I open my eyes one more time and turn my head toward where I heard the voice and in the darkness, I could see the outline of her long, dark hair. 
“Avery? Is that really you?” I tried to ask, but my voice was so weak and gravelly that it barely came out as a whisper.
What’s going on?  Why can’t I just wake up?
 “Yes, it’s really me. How are you feeling?” She asked as she ran her fingers through my hair. I wanted to tell her how incredible that felt but I was too tired to keep talking so I just thought please don’t stop over and over until I passed out.
 When I opened my eyes again I was staring straight up at the ceiling, but it wasn’t my ceiling, and I wasn’t in my own bed. The room was familiar, but I didn’t know where I was. I vaguely remembered talking to Avery and feeling her touching me but that had to have been a dream. I was starting to remember; I had left her at my house. I was angry and in a really bad place and when a girl came into the salon without an appointment in the afternoon I didn’t even think twice. I stuck her out in the tunnel and told Jade I was done for the day and left right through the goddamned tunnel. 
I had never done that before. I had never been that careless, but all I could think about was getting to Landen’s house and throwing that girl onto one of his tables. I didn’t even put her in a bag, I was in such a big hurry. And now I’m here. 
But I wanted that dream back. I want to go back to sleep and hear Avery’s voice and feel her fingers in my hair for the rest of my life. But then my eyes flew open when I realized that Avery was locked up in her room and I wasn’t there. 
I had left her … locked up in that house.
“Hey.”
I turned my head toward the voice and there she was. I was tired and confused and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but it was her, and her beautiful smiling eyes were looking down at me. 
“Avery? Is this real? I … I can’t tell anymore,” I said as I looked at her. I felt her soft gentle fingers again touching my face and brushing my hair back and making me feel better. 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: StreetLib
• Release date: Apr 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9788826070490