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Novelist Johnny Ray
Actions of a rejected want to be writer who is bipolar creates a serial killer that targets literary agents.
To someone else, the rejection letter might be perceived as a simple piece of correspondence. But when Amy, who suffers from bipolar disorder receives a form rejection letter from Edward, an agent she had an affair with at a recent convention, she takes the rejection as both personal and professional—in short—a declaration of war.
Amy quickly embarks on a plan to get revenge by destroying Edward’s literary agency. However, Amy is soon not the one to be feared the most. Her actions create a copycat, a serial killer, who targets literary agents and viciously murders them. Living with the knowledge she has created a monster, a serial killer, is one thing, while doing nothing to stop the madness is another. But how could she track down a killer when she has no training in such? Thinking like a mad man might be the only way—but could she go there and survive herself?
When the winds of fate rekindle the romance with Edward, thus making him the next target—she really has no choice but to help the FBI. But will she be too late?
Rejection, either personally or professionally, is never easy. Combining the two can be disastrous, and especially when faced with bipolar disorder.
When Amy Jenkins, an aspiring author with a bad case of bipolar disorder receives a rejection letter from literary agent Edward Lawson, it is perceived as a declaration of war. Amy’s anger is compounded by the intimate night she spent with this agent at a recent writers’ convention. Faced with this double rejection, Amy embarks on a plan to get revenge by destroying Edward’s literary agency. However, Amy is soon not the one to be feared the most. Her actions create a copycat, a serial killer, who targets literary agents and viciously murders them.
The FBI soon believes Amy’s vitriolic attacks on this particular agent may have inspired the terrifying killing spree. Reluctantly, she agrees to work with an FBI profiler to find the killer before the killer targets her new boyfriend.
This romantic thriller is written for the millions of frustrated wannabe authors who are also passionate readers. This novel explores the world of the literary agent, the large publishing houses, and the inner story of one young woman’s fight to overcome her bipolar disorder while learning a little about life, love, and finding her own sanity in the process
THE REJECTION LETTER
He envisioned his own tombstone:
Literary Agent Extraordinaire
Killed in the Line of Duty
Damn, he knew he could die any minute. A blurred object moving mere inches in front of his eyes materialized, as a flash of light reflected from the cold steel. Focusing on the razored edge of the curved knife ascending into a sharp tip designed to kill, he stopped breathing. His body stiffened, and froze solid where he sat with his back against a hard cold wall. He felt scared any movement might further agitate his attacker. The pain radiating from the back of his battered head dulled his vision and his thoughts. A wire tying his hands together cut into his skin, increasing the unbearable terror ravaging his body.
He inhaled the smell of blood and sweat as he gazed into the darkness, hoping to gain his bearings. Again a fist smashed into his forehead, slamming the back of his head into the wall behind him as the world faded. He fought his way back to life, only to stare into the slicing blade carving the side of his face.
“DAMNNNNN!” His voice erupted and echoed off nearby walls and in his head. The pain shattered the remaining will to remain still. He struck out with his head, his arms, and his legs. In return the hand slammed his head back against the wall again.
He forced his way back into reality as the warm blood flowed from his face. “What do you want from me?”
“Satisfaction for what?”
“Ruining my life, that‟s what!”
Another slice sheared off an ear.
“OHHH SHIT, stop, please stop. I‟ll give you anything you want—anything.”
The knife retreated as a face leaned forward, one he recognized only so slightly.
“You? Why you crazy—.”
A vicious kick to his crotch blasted his tortured soul to new levels. “Oh God, why me? Stop, please stop.”
“I know you think you have the balls to do what you want. Being a literary agent doesn‟t make you God—you stupid bastard.”
The next kick to his crotch made his stomach deliver its contents to his throat. The bitter taste forced a gagging convulsion. He knew then he was going to die soon. “I‟m sorry. I‟m—.”
“You should‟ve thought about your actions earlier.”
Another punch to the face bounced his head off the concrete wall. Thoughts of his life rushed forward to fill in the fading minutes. Would his life end like this? His family, his agency, his friends, his clients—what would happen to them? His world collapsed as the remaining blood drained from his body.
Four months earlier, Amy Jenkin’s apartment in Atlanta, Georgia.
“Mom, I can‟t talk anymore! Please, just leave me alone,” Amy‟s voice trailed off, trembling in one small sob after another.
“Amy, are you sure you are taking your medication right?”
“Yes . . . and I know how to regulate my damn medication.” Amy let the phone slip below her ear as she attempted to avoid her mother‟s persistent interrogation.
“Okay, okay—please try to get some sleep. I‟ll come by and check on you later.”
“Just leave me alone. I need to do some thinking.” Amy disconnected before her mother could reply. She knew her mother meant well, but it wasn‟t the time to tell her the news.
Amy read the rejection letter again, as though for the first time. The blood in her veins pulsated; making her face flush with heat, but still dim compared to the burning desire inside her to strike back. There must be a mistake . . . . How could she have been deceived into thinking this agent was any different? She knew she had already lost control, and the medication she had swallowed would be too little too late. She knew the tightness in her chest and the nausea in her stomach resulted from the boiling venom in her brain, but fighting the evil remained useless. The computer in front of her became her weapon of choice as she clicked on the word processor and started to type.
I received your rejection letter today. It hurts—a lot! When I met you at the writers’ convention, I thought you were everything I could ever dream of in an agent and a friend. Now I know you are just another arrogant and conceited asshole who has used and misled me. The rejection letter from you shows just what you really are—a true jackass. I thought you would be different, not such a prick.
However, this time your egotism will not go unanswered. Do not worry about “only” watching your back—I will get even with you any way I can, and soon. You will learn just how bad you screwed up. I can promise you—I will be the worst nightmare you ever dreamed of. You Jerk!
Amy clicked on the print button and heard the printer spring into action. Without reading the letter again, she folded it, placed it in an envelope, and added his address, but did not add a return one. To make sure he opened it, she wrote “expected mail” at the bottom of the envelope. She licked a stamp and placed it on the envelope as she walked out to the mailbox.