Love Kills

By Miriam Newman

Speculative Fiction ~ A twisted tale of love and revenge...
Valentine's Day should be a time for cards, gifts, and attention from a special person. But for Rosalyn, February 14th brings only fear and anxiety.

This would be her sixth year to spend the day in terror, perhaps fighting for her very life. Will she survive to live another year, or will vengeance win and decide her fate?

• Language: English
• Publisher: John R. Vickery
• Release date: Oct 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386827511

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Chapter 1

Rosalyn tucked a stray wisp of auburn hair into her tight chignon as she watched the elevator doors slide open. Only eight a.m. and she already felt as if she were falling apart.

Something seemed wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She hesitated as she eyed the crowded interior of the elevator car. No way am I climbing six flights in these heels, she decided as she squeezed inside.

The cloying scent of mingling perfume, cologne, after-shave, and deodorant made her want to pinch her nose shut. Rosalyn didn't understand the overwhelming need of most people to cover up their natural scent. Cleanliness and a light touch of deodorant or lotion were more acceptable to her than bathing in chemicals. She stifled a cough, wondering why it bothered her so much today, then turned to face the doors as they opened again.

She saw him for the first time.

Incredibly handsome, almost beautiful, he was tall and lean. Rosalyn thought he probably looked normal to everyone else. But he caught her immediate attention with his air of arrogance, his hunter's attitude, danger emanating from every pore. His neatly trimmed hair gleamed under the artificial lighting – a rich, mahogany brown with deep gold streaks strewn throughout and a hint of gray at the temples. With a firm upper lip and full sensuous lower one, his mouth reminded her of Elvis. His deep brown eyes were mature and knowledgeable when they met hers as he stepped into the empty space beside her. He towered over her. More than six-foot tall to her barely five-foot height.

Rosalyn felt overwhelmed. Goose bumps crawled up her arms. He held her gaze. Perspiration beaded her upper lip in spite of the early morning chill lingering in the office building. He gave her a half smile and she would swear he winked at her. Rosalyn quickly turned away, but felt forced to shift nearer to him when several passengers behind them attempted to