A psychological thriller about an "evil twins" serial killing team--and their slow descent into amoral mayhem.
As kids, Tania and Trevor's unsupervised play time offers a lifeline to sanity amidst the chaos of family dysfunction. When danger threatens Tania, Trevor isn't willing to stand by and watch his sister get hurt. The instinct for survival is only rivaled by the killer instincts the Wilde siblings encourage in each other. Instincts that turn into a deadly game igniting their first taste for blood.
Book #1 in The Wilde Twins--a psychological thriller about an "evil twins" serial killing team--and their slow descent into amoral mayhem.
Excerpt
There was a loud yell from the living room then--Dad's voice--and the familiar violent jolt of the sound of glass shattering. Someone had once again broken a bottle on the wall just outside our room.
"Flinging the bottle," I whispered, even though our parents referred to it as daily "wine time."
I moved a little closer to Tania when I saw her wince. No matter how routine loud sounds could be, they always affected her. A hint of frightened tension would go over her face, like she was just on the verge of breaking into tears at any second, even though she rarely did.
"I wanna be a star--I wanna run away--I wanna be a star," Tania muttered, almost like she was repeating a chant. "Run away with you. Yes. I would like that, Trev. I would like that very much."
I glanced at the clock on the wall. 8:00 PM. Wine Time usually started at 6:00 PM and would go on as the sounds and yelling got louder and louder--"Shit!"--"You bitch!"--"Whore!"--the famous "eff" word--until Mom or Dad threw a bottle at the other person. It would be left to Tania and me to clear the mess and clean up the blood.
Professional Reviews
Midwest Book Review
"Events progress to a crescendo--and offer no predictable conclusion. This means readers should be prepared for the second installment of a slowly-building psychological thriller of the emergence of evil and sociopathic responses to an impossible life."
