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    Red: Black, #2
    Stranger With a Black Case: Black, #2
    Black: Black, #1
    Ebook series4 titles

    Black Series

    By Jennifer Odom and T.L. Smith

    5/5

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    About this series

    Everything changes, in seconds, minutes, hours. 
    I know, it happened to me. 
    It wasn’t for the better, it was for the worst. 
    I am broken, no that doesn’t sound right, I am chipped. Pieces of me have been chipped so bad that it’s impossible to claim them back. Even if I want to, even if its for her.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherT.L Smith
    Release dateJan 29, 2016
    Red: Black, #2
    Stranger With a Black Case: Black, #2
    Black: Black, #1

    Titles in the series (4)

    • 1

      Black: Black, #1
      Black: Black, #1

      Black: Black, #1

      T.L. Smith
      4/5 - 9 ratings
      4/5 - 9 ratings

      I am loyal, but I will betray you. I am strong, but I have scars. I am an angel, but the devil. I met her when I was sixteen, she was a breath of fresh air. She swooped in, making me smile. But then she left, taking my next breath with her. Her smile could light up a room, making my black heart pitter patter. I found her again ten years later, with a syringe in her arm. Blood coming from her legs. She was broken and I was glad she was broken. She wouldn't think less of me and my damaged ways.

      I am loyal, but I will betray you. I am strong, but I have scars. I am an angel, but the devil. I met her when I was sixteen, she was a breath of fresh air. She swooped in, making me smile. But then she left, taking my next breath with her. Her smile could light up a room, making my black heart pitter patter. I found her again ten years later, with a syringe in her arm. Blood coming from her legs. She was broken and I was glad she was broken. She wouldn't think less of me and my damaged ways.

    • 2

      Red: Black, #2
      Red: Black, #2

      Red: Black, #2

      T.L. Smith
      4/5 - 9 ratings
      4/5 - 9 ratings

      A wound to the heart, a hole so deep. Can it be fixed? Or simply replaced? People lie. Those closest to me, tell the most lies. Do they not know who I am? What I’m capable of? Sometimes I wonder if they do. Because when I unravel their lies, they will be delivered to the hell I once visited. And it won’t be pleasant.

      A wound to the heart, a hole so deep. Can it be fixed? Or simply replaced? People lie. Those closest to me, tell the most lies. Do they not know who I am? What I’m capable of? Sometimes I wonder if they do. Because when I unravel their lies, they will be delivered to the hell I once visited. And it won’t be pleasant.

    • 2

      Stranger With a Black Case: Black, #2
      Stranger With a Black Case: Black, #2

      Stranger With a Black Case: Black, #2

      Jennifer Odom
      0 ratings
      0 ratings

      1996—Paradise Trailer Park, Gaskille, Florida Callous and Tyrant, drifted along the train tracks near Paradise Trailer Park. Invisible to the teenager, Vinnie Vinetti, they followed his big sneakers over the gravelly cross-ties that lay beneath the rusty rails. You might say Vinnie inherited the twin demons. They'd followed members of his family for at least six generations. Callous gave Vinnie a shove and snickered when the kid tripped over a cross-tie. The demon flicked out his tongue and licked his beady, golden eyeballs in anticipation of this new assignment. 2019—The Train Station, Gaskille, Florida Tony pushed a broom along the wall outside the train station. His heart sat like a chunk of iron in his chest. His dad—Vinnie Vinetti—afraid of someone? Vinnie was top dog. He was never afraid of anything or anyone. Till now. Would someone really try to kill him? A movement caught Tony's eye. A strange man dressed in beat-up jeans, carrying a violin case sat parked on a bench, studying a small scrap of paper. He showed no sign of budging. Tony couldn't put his finger on it, but something was off about this guy. A detective at heart, Tony had plans to join the FBI one day. He needed all the experience this small town could offer. Thin frame, ponytail, brown jacket with too-short sleeves. Homeless? Maybe. But something about him doesn't quite jive with the homeless look. Doesn't act the part. He's too clean cut, too… something. Then the pieces fell into place. Hit-men carry violin cases—with guns. That paper he keeps studying is a hit list. Maybe this guy is coming after someone. Maybe this guy is coming after… Dad!

      1996—Paradise Trailer Park, Gaskille, Florida Callous and Tyrant, drifted along the train tracks near Paradise Trailer Park. Invisible to the teenager, Vinnie Vinetti, they followed his big sneakers over the gravelly cross-ties that lay beneath the rusty rails. You might say Vinnie inherited the twin demons. They'd followed members of his family for at least six generations. Callous gave Vinnie a shove and snickered when the kid tripped over a cross-tie. The demon flicked out his tongue and licked his beady, golden eyeballs in anticipation of this new assignment. 2019—The Train Station, Gaskille, Florida Tony pushed a broom along the wall outside the train station. His heart sat like a chunk of iron in his chest. His dad—Vinnie Vinetti—afraid of someone? Vinnie was top dog. He was never afraid of anything or anyone. Till now. Would someone really try to kill him? A movement caught Tony's eye. A strange man dressed in beat-up jeans, carrying a violin case sat parked on a bench, studying a small scrap of paper. He showed no sign of budging. Tony couldn't put his finger on it, but something was off about this guy. A detective at heart, Tony had plans to join the FBI one day. He needed all the experience this small town could offer. Thin frame, ponytail, brown jacket with too-short sleeves. Homeless? Maybe. But something about him doesn't quite jive with the homeless look. Doesn't act the part. He's too clean cut, too… something. Then the pieces fell into place. Hit-men carry violin cases—with guns. That paper he keeps studying is a hit list. Maybe this guy is coming after someone. Maybe this guy is coming after… Dad!

    • 3

      White: Black, #3
      White: Black, #3

      White: Black, #3

      T.L. Smith
      5/5 - 3 ratings
      5/5 - 3 ratings

      Everything changes, in seconds, minutes, hours.  I know, it happened to me.  It wasn’t for the better, it was for the worst.  I am broken, no that doesn’t sound right, I am chipped. Pieces of me have been chipped so bad that it’s impossible to claim them back. Even if I want to, even if its for her.

      Everything changes, in seconds, minutes, hours.  I know, it happened to me.  It wasn’t for the better, it was for the worst.  I am broken, no that doesn’t sound right, I am chipped. Pieces of me have been chipped so bad that it’s impossible to claim them back. Even if I want to, even if its for her.

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