‘Murder By Mistake’… A Short Story- The Suspenseful Collection #2 #kdsuspense

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A lifelong plague of paranoia is no easy plight. Especially as it pertains to Julie Wilkinson, or JuJu Bean, as her older and more carefree sister called her. The sisters were born to a young couple at an U.S. Air Force base in North Charleston, South Carolina. One right after another, their mother, Tina hardly had time to breathe, let alone heal from the birth of Anna before she found herself pregnant with Julie. Their father, Bradley was an airplane engineer, always working hand-in-hand with Air Force mechanics, pilots, and Base leadership. They moved often, and took the girls along for the ride. 

As young kids, the Wilkinson sisters were used to a life on the road, home-hopping from one base to another, making pint sized friendships that they could indulge in, and then leave behind for a new flavor at their next location. Their homes were usually plain, unkempt, with old appliances and used furniture. There was never any point in putting too much work into their home set up, only to pack up and leave it behind. Anna was the very description of a typical ‘army brat’, as many people called these traveling kids, really feeding into the very cliche that Julie hated so dearly.

Anna always made up stories about her life, she was keen on that unreadable poker face. Her new friends  always fall for her far fetched stories. When their father was called to a new location, she was able to wipe her slate clean, and start fresh. It was a fun game for Anna, to be able to live her life as if she was a descendant of a royal family, or to have spent time living in a tent in some far away country. She was the queen of accent mastery, and the kids in their neighborhoods always believed her bullshit.

For Julie, was different. There were no magical tales that fed the variety of children they came in contact with. For Julie there was only fear. She walked around with her head down, and a book in her hand. She was mostly silent, and full of anxiety because every time she turned around, she foresaw mishap. Car crashes, plane crashes, illnesses, slips down flights of stairs. Julie even went as far as to develop a fear of cellophane, or ‘saran wrap’ as her mother called it. She was convinced at the age of age six that, if a murderer ever broke into their home — wherever it may be at the time — cellophane would surely be the weapon of choice. She saw it in a movie once, and never got past it.

That night, young Julie was supposed to be in bed asleep, while her parents watched a horror movie down the hall. Julie couldn’t rest her eyes, so she snuck out of her room to investigate the terrible sounds that were coming from the television in the living room. She peeked her head around the dirty beige painted corner, just in time to witness the masked killer on T.V. During the young victim’s struggle to get away from this villain, as they wrestled around in the kitchen. The killer reached into a drawer and pulled out a roll of the deadly plastic wrap. With lightning speed his gloved hands wrapped it around his victim’s head several times, and he held her there until the very life drained from her body.

This horror movie scene really struck a chord with Julie. She tiptoed back to her bedroom and lay awake all night, only to get up the next morning and rid their kitchen of such a deadly weapon. She’d be damned if a random killer were able to grab some on a whim in her home. At the mere age of six, Julie had her first feeling of accomplishment, she was suddenly on a lifelong quest to rid her surroundings from inevitable disaster.

From there it only spiraled. Julie spent less and less time outdoors, and more time isolating herself from disaster. She didn’t like socializing, because people carried diseases. Therefore, by avoiding human contact, she also avoided the possibility of death by influenza or any other airborne pathogens that surround the human race, just waiting to sink their claws into an unexpected host.

By the time Julie was ten, Tina Wilkinson caved into Julie’s consistent and extremely emotional requests to be strictly home-schooled. She gave up fighting the good fight, to force Julie into having any sort of a social life.  As Tina watched Julie’s inner turmoil with this growing paranoia of pretty much anything, and everything, would have been a hard burden to bear for any mother. It was especially hard for Tina. Bradley was rarely home, so she clung to motherhood as if her life depended on it. The girls were all she had, so she always did what she felt best for them. Homeschooling was no exception.

Tina was torn between feelings of enablement and protection. Julie was such an odd child, and quite honestly Tina didn’t know what was best. She consulted her family back home in Indiana on a regular basis. Ultimately, Tina followed her heart, she allowed her to be home-school, but at the same time, Julie continued to spiral down a path of isolation and fear.

Anna didn’t help matters. She was mean to Julie, calling her names like ‘JuJu Bean the Joke’, and ‘JuJu Bean the Scaredy Machine.’ Anna even got her friends to tease her little sister every chance they got. When Tina was around, everything was usually calm and kind, as that was her motto in life. Naturally the girls followed suit when she was present. But, whenever Tina turned her back, the nasty comments inevitably flew in Julie’s direction. This behavior was ugly, and Julie’s anxiety continued to grow because of it.

On Julie’s fourteenth birthday Anna told her something that she’d never forget.

She said, “You know JuJu Bean, shitty things are more likely to happen once you’ve dreamed them up first.”

“How so?” Julie asked, as her heart pumped at the speed of a freight train.

“People are more likely to get crushed by a car, if they believe they will.” Anna said. “Their families are more likely to die in accidents, if they’re already convinced it’ll happen.”

“You’re lying,” Julie whispered as she slowly melted into her chair.

“No,” Anna insisted with a face as flat and serious as a blank sheet of paper. “Murders are attracted to people who are already scared of being victims. And life claiming illnesses almost always infect the people who already believe they’ll get them.”

Of course Anna soaked up every word, feeling the truth of it in every ounce of her being. Nightmares were a common thing for Julie, so it was no surprise that she dreamed of their father dying in a plane crash that night. Be it a coincidence or not, when the girls woke up the next morning to find their mom with her knees curled up to her chest in the fetal position, on the worn-down living room carpet, as the  dial tone blared from the phone in her hands, Julie instinctively knew that her dream had come true.

Sure enough it had. Bradley Wilkinson had jumped into a fighter jet that morning, sometime around five a.m. The plane never returned to its landing strip as expected, because it’s engine failed. Instead, it spiraled downward, speed unknown, and it crashed into a mountain peak somewhere in Guam. The force was great, it caused an explosion large enough for the mountain itself to look like its top was sliced off by a planet sized machete. Bradley, along with the jet’s pilot, were completely disintegrated in the blast. No parts were to be found, not even bone or teeth.

Tina Wilkinson accepted a medal on behalf of Bradley during his funeral, and packed up the girls for one last move. She took them to her hometown, and after staying with the grandparents that they’d only met a handful of times for nearly a year, Tina was able to get the girls into a decent apartment.

Here, Julie spent the last few years of her childhood basically pent up in her room, only coming out on special occasions. Anna was forced to put the lies and fantasy lives of her younger years behind. She graduated from a local public highschool, and was accepted into a community college. Their relationship as sisters was patched up a little. They learned to lean on one another. Anna came to Julie for help in her studies, and kept her new friends away from the apartment. Julie finished her homeschooling, and acquired her highschool diploma, and eventually  it was mailed to her by the state of Indiana. Tina did the best she could with the girls despite her ongoing depression.

It wasn’t until the summer of 1995 that Tina received a call from the Tyndall Airforce Base in Florida, asking her and the girls to attend a ball in Bradley’s honor. It was here that yet another foreseen and very deadly mishap came into play for Julie. Her nightmares had been at an all time high. Something different every night, but always a murder by accident in one way or another, and it always involved strangers.

Anna had moved out, and was living in the dorms at her new school, but Julie chose to stay with their mother. Tina needed the company to keep her sane, and Julie needed her mother to take care of all the shopping and cooking, as she couldn’t seem to find the courage to do it all herself on a day- to-day basis. Being an adult by age made no difference to Julie, she needed to be cared for just the same as she did in her childhood.

Anna and Tina convinced Julie that the trip to Florida was just what they all needed. They told her to pack plenty of anxiety medication, and to carry loads of antibacterial necessities everywhere they went. They’d be with her every step of the way. They even convinced her that perhaps she’d meet someone at the ball that was equally as paranoid as herself, to grow a friendship with. Julie chuckled at the notion, and reluctantly agreed.

On the flight to Tyndall, and once settled into their hotel, Julie had many more dreams. Maybe it was the medication, and maybe one or another of the dreams was an actual a premonition of sorts, but Julie was plagued during the entire trip with murderous visions. She dreamed of a waitress slipping with a steak knife in her hand, it’s blade plunged into an unknowing guest. She vividly saw a couple on the dance floor. The heel of the woman’s right stiletto busted causing her to fumble and trip her mate. He fell hard, snapping his neck in the process. These two scenarios were only the tip of her lengthy and very in depth dreams.

She convinced herself that it was only nerves from the trip, and continued to move along the journey with her mother and sister in tow. The night of the ball is when it happened. One of her dreams came to play out in the very same foreshadowing detail as her own father’s death. It was a beautiful night. The moon was full, and her dress was perfect. As was Tina and Anna’s. The three of them were really a sight to behold, all silk and lace.

The valet man tipped his hat at them and watched their hips sway as they entered the massive archway, into the main entrance of the Grande Hotel. The event was held in the Grande Ballroom on the first floor. The lighting was dim, and they were seated perfectly between the dance floor and the oversized french doors that exited into a tropical garden.

Julie sucked in a breath as she looked into the faces of all the guests around her, as well as the staff catering the event. So many of the strangers looked familiar, as if she’d seen each and every one of them in her nightmares.


From their table, as she sat between her mother and Anna, Julie glanced around her. Her nervous state worked itself into overdrive, she felt an energy shift within the room. Her senses peaked, as her vision moved over the guests. A lady a few tables away caught her  eye, she was covered in hives. As Julie narrowed her eyes to take a closer look, she saw that they were not simple lumps or insect bites, they were bright red patches of blood-clots. Underneath the surface of the woman’s pale skin, a virus was attacking her system. 

“Oh, shit.” Julie whispered as she closed her eyes, behind her sockets a vision played out  vividly, she cringed at the amount of men the woman had slept with over the last few months. One man in particular, sadly, was HIV positive. The lady had no idea that the blood-borne virus lurked in her immune system. This was sadly one of the other ‘quirks’ Julie discovered with her visions of death or murder. She had the ability to see and smell death on people. She kept  this to herself over the years. In fear that her mother and Anna would think she was even crazier than they already did, and her anxious behavior had gone too far. 

Slowly, Julie shifted her eyes away from the brunette, dead-woman-walking, swallowed the lump  in her throat, and forced back the tears that threatened to spring from her eyes.

“It’s okay… you can do this.” Anna breathed deep and slow, as she reassured herself.

“I’ll be right back.” Julie  announced as she stood up abruptly, her eyes darted around the room, which felt like it was closing in on her. “I’m just going to the ladies.” 

“Are you okay, Julie?”  Her mother questioned with a confused look on her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Do you want me to–”

“No it’s okay.”

Julie dashed away from the table as fast as her feet would carry her,  as she crossed the open plan room, a few guests turned her way in shock at her abrupt exit. She kept her eyes low, avoiding the words she saw written across the faces and bodies of the other guests. “Suicide”, “gunshot wound”, “cancer”, “car accident” were just a handful of warnings that she saw scrawled across them. Confirming exactly how they’d eventually end up passing away. She struggled to breathe, her lungs gasped for air as she approached the  bathroom door, and practically fell into the ladies room. Once there, she headed to the last cubicle of the empty room then locked the door behind her. As she lowered herself down onto the cold lid of the toilet seat, shaking, her temples pulsed, and her blood ran cold. The feeling of death came over her, it was near, but how near, and who would be the victim. Julie clenched her eyes closed and focused her mind, as she gripped onto the lid of the toilet seat. She felt icy cold, in her mind’s eye she saw a man in a cooler room. He worked quickly as he placed items  in to store. The surrounding felt familiar to her, as she focused she realized it was the very hotel she was at.

“The kitchen, oh my God.”

Julie shot her eyes open as she tried to remove the image. It never worked, the image played out of the man as he unloaded cut meats and items to chill. Unknown to him, a trolley wheeled its way towards the open door, behind it a dark-haired women with a chef’s uniform on. The trolley loaded with items banged to door closed, and the dark-haired woman thought nothing of it she kept going.

“Oh no… he’s going to die!” Julie whispered.

Julie got to her feet and gripped onto the wall, as she steadied herself  she had a flashback of the man inside the cooler as he yelled for help. No one came, in fact he was frozen to death. As clear as day she saw the man buried deep within the freezer, slumped behind a large rack of unloaded meat on the floor, rigamortis had set into his body.

Sobs left Julie, she wept her heart out, as her visions fast-forwarded. The dark-haired woman went into the freezer herself a day later and found his body. 

“Noooooo!” Julie let out a blood curdling cry and covered her eyes. Of course, it was no good the visions played out as she saw the lady frantically cover up his body, as she struggled to move him farther into the freezer, then  pile boxes up in front of him. Once done, she locked the door and never replaced the key to the freezer in its rightful place. She placed it in her pocket. Julie covered her mouth in shock. The dark-haired woman she had seen scurrying around seeing to guests as she, her mother and Anna entered the The Grande Hotel.

“You killed him…you, you left him! Covered him up… murderer!!”

Julie unlocked the door and raced out of the cubicle, the small enclosed space started to increase her anxiety. The walls felt as if they were closing in on her. She moved slowly over to the sink, ran some cool water, then splashed her face.


As she slowly moved her gaze from the running water to the mirror in front of her, the vision of the dark-haired woman tucking the key into her coat pocket, as she changed out of her work  uniform into her clothes ready to leave work ran through her mind’s eye.

As Julie looked herself in the eye in the mirror, the scene fast-forwarded to a month after the incident.  She recalled the search that took place for the key by her co-workers. The lady even helped them look for it,  when she was in possession of it all the time, and they all turned up with nothing. The missing man, the news reports, his family pleading for help to locate him. Armed with the information on the man’s fate, Julie started to pace the small space of the ladies room. Should I confront her, no… I can’t. The Police! I need to tell them. Julie sighed as she weighed up the chances of them believing her, and her visions of the man’s death.

“Julie, Julie are you okay?” Her mother’s voice echoed as she made her way into the bathroom, she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Julie’s tear stained face and red-eyes.

 “What happened, Julie?”

“Mom, you’re not going to believe this.” Julie took a deep breath and started to pace around the small space again, “There’s a man…upstairs… buried in the freezer.”

“Julie, don’t talk silly how can there–”

“Mom, I’m not kidding. I saw it, all of it. One of the hotel’s staff she locked him in… but I don’t know what she was thinking, if she even was thinking at the time! He’s  been dead for months. The police search, pleas for help all of it I saw it, and that woman’s known where he’s been for months! Mom we’ve gotta–”

“Okay, okay calm down, Julie. Let me think for a minute.” Tina chewed on the corner of her lip as her yes roamed over her frantic daughter. 

“Julie, if you’re sure about this–”

“Yes! I am.” Julie  screamed out as she flung open the bathroom door and  ran back into the hotel’s main seated area. Once there, she scanned the room, the guests were busy enjoying their meal and the dark-haired woman was serving them. “ I can’t believe you.” Julie  whispered under her breath. On a mission, she made her way over to the dark-haired woman, she never took her eyes off her as she followed her every move, as she wheeled her trolley and a handful of plates towards the kitchen. She hung back slightly  as she timed her approach, when the woman was out of earshot of the guests.

As she approached her from behind, she placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her around, “You… you need to give back that key and allow the family to mourn his death properly.”

The dark-haired woman’s eyes widened, Julie watched her swallow hard and shift her eyes around the room. 

“Excuse me, what key?” The  dark-haired woman bite back through gritted teeth.

“Don’t play dumb, the one for the freezer, with your co-worker hidden inside behind all the boxes you placed in.”

The dark-haired woman dropped her plates on the floor,  a handful of guests spun around and glanced in their direction. As the woman dropped down to the ground to pick up the serving plates, Julie played along as she dipped down to her knees to help her. As she did, she closed the gap between them. Julie looked her dead in the eye, as she purposely picked up the same plate as the woman to get her attention.

“I know what you did, you locked him in the freezer. He’s been dead for months. How could you?”Julie demanded then watched the color drain from the woman’s face, and her eyes become cold.

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? I don’t think so.”

“Who the hell are you?!”

Julie and the dark-haired woman stood up, then placed the plates on the trolley, the same trolley used to close the freezer door.

“That doesn’t matter. I know you, you need to put the key back, and allow his body to be found and own up to what you did.” Julie placed a hand on the woman’s trolley preventing her from moving forward.

“Look bitch,  get off! “ The dark-haired woman spat at Julie as she removed her hand from the trolley with force, then turned to look Julie dead in the eye. “I didn’t do shit! It was a mistake! There’s no way I’m risking–”

“A mistake? You’re unbelievable… yeah… right. Murder, by mistake?” Julie questioned with sarcasm.

“Yeah, now get outta  the way!” The dark-haired woman pushed passed Julie, then  moved through the swinging doors leading to the kitchen area. Julie watched the doors swing back and forth, refusing to buy her story. As she stood she felt overwhelmed, and her intuition  knew there was more to this than what meets the eye. “ Hmm, murder by mistake?…  who the fuck she kiddin’.”

To Be Continued.


Thank you for voting in this writing prompt! ‘Murder By Mistake’. We hope you enjoyed the story…. Sit tight, more to come, and The Suspenseful Collection #2 – Blurred Lines will be released April 2020!! Volume #1 is out now and available on Kindle Unlimited just Click here to check it out!

‘A Murder…By Mistake?’ Okay If You Say So! #kdsuspense

And, the poll is officially closed! Thank you everyone who weighed in with a vote! As per Didi and I’s final bonus story on a whim to plug into The Suspenseful Collection Vol.2 post, we’ll be doing this one last impromptu bonus story as an interactive one. Exciting, I know! I can’t wait to finish up and release this second set of suspenseful short stories. The genres are across the board and there’s diversity aplenty, we’re so proud to be presenting these stories so very soon! We’ll also be giving away review copies, and running promotions for the first set of stories before you know it, so stay tuned for that! Not to toot our own horn, but this anthology is awesome, and I just love writing these stories!!

Now, before I get too carried away, let’s take a look at the winning prompt that we’ll be writing a short story for next week:


That’s right, you decided on this as a writing prompt ‘ murder by mistake’… so here goes….

One of us will dream up the start of a story using the prompt and when we feel like it’s good and built up to something spectacular we pass it off to the other. From there, which ever one of us is the final writer will take it as is, and finish it up it with something full of shock, wonder, and that warm fuzzy feeling of completion.

So, thanks again voters! We’ll be back at you by the end of next week(ish) with a story that will most certainly blow your socks off. I hope you’re ready.

Here’s a little taste of Volume 1 if you’re curious, it’s always only $2.99 AND/OR available for Kindle Unlimited subscribers for free.



For Mature Readers Only:

A suspenseful novel with a twist. Eight short stories, by two suspense authors, from diverse backgrounds. From opposite sides of the Atlantic these stories have been created. One author started the tale and the other ended it. No discussion, no pre-planning, but yet their stories are seamless. With just creativity and the use of writing prompts, to craft one tale, with two different writers. This anthology of suspenseful, fast paced and engaging tales covers multiple genres. From heart felt romance, crime, fantasy, and steamy historical fiction. There is a story for everyone!

Steamy Historical Crime Fiction: It was The First Time I Killed A Man.

It’s 1972 and New York’s first female serial killer Lisa Vanacilli is in the hot seat again, ten years after her conviction of murder to the first degree and innocent plea. The ruthless but sexy reporter Tiffany Low cracks Lisa for a confession… at a price. Lisa is strong, courageous and says it how it is. This story has been extended due to reader’s demand. And is only for adult readers.

Psychological Fiction: Every Time I Hear That Voice From The Basement.

George appears to be harmless. The local neighbourhood geek on the outside, married to Jolene. In reality, he’s a very disturbed man. His path crosses with Dana, the local check out girl. This is a psychological suspense story with a twist.

Crime Fiction: The Entrance To The Tunnel Is His Only Way Out.

Juan is a wanted man, and an ex-gang member on the run from Atlanta to Mexico. With a hundred grand in cash stolen from his ex-boss, he meets an unlikely fate in Mexico. A fast-paced crime fiction story.

Contemporary Romance: When His Hands Run Up My Thighs I…

Love has no time limit, age limit or use by date. Sarah now in her fifties is reunited with her long-lost love Joshua. They last had contact in 1961. In the present day, thanks to the advancement of technology their paths cross. A heart-warming and modern tale, about long distance love, that will leave you warm inside.

Suspense: We Only Said Goodbye With Words, I Died A Hundred Times:

In 1963 Russian Femme Fatale Mila Petrov is London’s top Madam. Her entertainment house is booming, she has a team of London’s strongest women behind her. Unfinished business from her past creeps up and haunts her. It’s nothing she can’t handle. A suspenseful historical tale, with a strong femme fatale.

Fantasy: The Ones Who Live At The Bottom Of The Ocean, Come To The Surface.

A beautiful coming of age story, featuring sixteen year old Zoe and her mother May-Li. Myth becomes reality, as Zoe finds out who and what she really is. Her mixed descent reveals more than what meets the eye. This fantasy story is set against the backdrop of a Greek island and Hong Kong, China.

Suspenseful Crime Fiction: Guilty As Charged, In Self-Defence

California’s sassy, tough, and likeable defence lawyer Catherine has taken on a case so high profile, if she wins she’ll become a partner of Martin Law Firm. Defending forty six year old Mrs. Chevelle. An ex Las Vegas show girl, now a Hollywood wife, on trial for the murder of her high-profile husband. She claims she’s innocent. Readers are taken on a fast -paced journey on a mission to seek the truth.

Contemporary Fiction: It’s A Man’s Man’s World:

A beautiful modern tale showing the love and appreciation of a woman. James Brown said it right when he said, “it’s a man’s man’s world, but it would mean nothing without a woman or a girl.”

Writing Prompt Poll! Vote In Your Favourite Prompt

As some of you may remember, Didi Oviatt and I have been working on the second set of short stories to publish in The Suspenseful Collection Vol. 2. (See Vol. 1 here)  We worked on many of these short stories as sort of interaction blog posts last year and the year before. We’d throw a bunch of prompts and ideas out there at the beginning of every week, and then let the readers decide which ones we’d write by the following week’s poll post. This activity was so much fun for us!

What started as a challenge between the both of us to improve our writing skills, actually wound up being so much more than either of us anticipated!  It worked out so well, and we grew an amazing friendship in the process. I’ve enjoyed working with Didi so very much, and look forward to the release of Vol 2. Hopefully by spring it’ll be within the grasp of readers everywhere. The final touches are underway!



In the  meantime, as we finish up the final brushes of fate for all these insanely original characters of the bonus stories that we’ve yet to share anywhere, we kind of thought ‘what the hell, let’s do another poll and let the readers decide on one last topic for short story to share on our blogs for old time sake!’ 

So kindly, pick something that really shouts at you, and then press that lovely submit button at the bottom!! Chose us a story, and in a couple of days we’ll close the poll and let you know the winning prompt!! The same options will also be posted on twitter polls, and possibly even FB if we’re feeling particularly pushy, so feel free to cast more than one vote if something really tickles your fancy. From there, one of us will start the story and hand it off to the other to finish. No pre-discussions, no deciding the characters or their fate together, everything we write is 100% impromptu … like I said, a fun challenge, right?!


Thank you so much for weighing in!  We’ll close the poll in a couple of days, and let you know the winner before diving into telling it’s tale!


Book Review- “Powder” By Peter Mack, 5 Really Good Stars! (Crime Fiction/Love n’Hustle)

Thank you to Peter Mack for a free copy in exchange for an honest review! Do you remember when I reviewed Stone De La Bru   ? This is a novel by the same author. Man what a read *giggles*. When I spoke to him after he defined his genre of work as ‘love n’ hustle with a thriller, crime fiction vibe’, after I tried to place it in a category in the last review. I would agree I really enjoyed this ‘love n’ hustle tale.’  Let’s get into the review.

About the Book

Nipsey Hussle’s murder rocks the streets of Los Angeles as the Black Revolutionary Underground, under federal investigation for drug trafficking, money laundering and organized crime, loses members to Spider, a Satanist, murdering his way to Ayana Cherry who’s saved by an arrest for the year-old murder of her boyfriend at Applebottoms Gentlemen’s Club.
Ayana returns to Los Angeles to assist her ailing mother when she finds love in an unsuspecting place, and in a man who is as mysterious yet familiar as he is wealthy.
Prada enjoys a life of privilege and luxury. She travels the world and is adored by wealthy men for her secret treasure. But there’s something missing in her life.
A mission of sexual intrigue brings Ayana and Prada together to save one from her past and the other from her future. The result will haunt them both.
Prada is called in to deliver Spider to Stone Sweetwater, a BRU member, when Ayana”s fiance and BRU moneyman is gunned down just as the BRU family embarks on a billion dollar economic platform in partnership with Nipsey Hussle.
What follows is the execution of a plan that includes sexual blackmail, torture and deception to capture Spider, free Ayana, return exiled BRU members, and restore order to the Black Revolutionary Underground.
Love can be conditional Loyalty must be absoluteBoth come at a price.
This novel also features Brenda (Brenda: Barely Legal), Nutcracker (S’Murda At Sweetwater Manor), Rev. Mathias Lovejoy (A Neighborly Affair), Starla ( LICKS: Dirty. Nasty. Daddy.) and Stone Sweetwater ( The Family Sweetwater) with excerpts from complimentary novels.
POWDER serves as the culmination of interwoven narratives from reader favorite novels, detailing the BRU family and the common goal they all share.
POWDER also includes exclusive author photos and a Pascal DuPree Writing Gems Podcast interview of the author which reveals the motivation for his vision.
Peter Mack is the pen name of Isiko Cooks, recipient of a 2015 PEN America Center book prize for his memoir, FILTHY: Innocence Lost. He is President of Peter Mack Presents, LLC; founder of Signature Peter Mack Apparel, and author of over 25 books. He is from Los Angeles, California.
Learn more about this dynamic novelist and business owner. Interviews. Reviews. Videos. Bio. Pics. Social Media links and more at http://www.PeterMackPresents.com*Contact:Email: Isiko.raymond@gmail.com


Kim’s Review 5  Really Enjoyable Stars

I don’t even really know where to start, there is so much I enjoyed about this book. I genuinely really enjoy the author’s style of story telling and delivery. I find it frank, raw and authentic of urban life, but at the same time mature.

I find this author creates some very believable, realistic and mature characters. Given the genre, where his work touches on the drugs, money and ‘hustle’ of urban life in LA, it’s not stereotypical. Do you know what I  mean? The men are mature, in age, mindset and very powerful.  ( Could be as the author I believe is a mature man himself, like over thirty I mean he’s lived life). They are rich, but not from petty street crime they are organised business men, dabbling in a few illegal things LOL. I loved the male line up. All bar one character, Spider the role he plays in Ayana’s demise is so sad. That said, we are not meant to like him. The female line up is just as great, they are beautiful women and highly respected. Not cheap ‘hoes’, they are women of power, good standing and have good street cred too.

Characters- well developed, believable and left me feeling like I want to know more. This book ties in a few of the characters from previous books. My favourite so far being Stone Sweetwater. I would like to read all of their backstories. I found it extremely creative to tie in a bunch of characters in one story.

Plot- I did not really understand or have good knowledge of Nipsey Hussle, me  being British and so far from the streets of urban west coast USA, forgive me I had to hit Google to understand. He was a very powerful man too, and after reading I felt that the plot really does pay tribute to him. The plot also is so engaging, I was up very late at night with this book, sometimes until 2.00am with a 6.00am wake up looming. It’s fast moving too.

Suspense, thrill and organised crime– there is a lot of suspense in this plot, like what will happen to Ayana, Spider and Prada. It kept me glued.

Element of romance- YES!! Can you believe it, there’s a romance sub plot up in here!! I enjoyed watching love bloom too.

The ending- at the end I fully understood this author’s hashtags #dotheworkearntheperks etc and it made so much sense and tied up. I loved that!

Overall, I am a true fan of this author’s work, and plan to read the books I have downloaded. I find his work interesting and his background interesting too. It’s so different from typical works of the street lit or urban tales. Due to the character line up  being mature, with more mature motives too, and very diverse.  The stories seem to be based on a group of people with real status. I would recommend this author’s work to all those who love crime fiction, street lit that’s mature, and urban tales, and real life drama based fiction that’s  entertaining. Yeah, five stars from  me!



Book Review- “Under The Mistletoe” by Siobhan Kinkade. (Short Story Romance), 5 Well Written Stars!

UTM.jpgThank you to Mocha Memoirs Press for my free copy, in exchange for an honest review! Gosh am I glad I found this lovely little short story of just twenty pages.  Let’s get into the review, I just loved it.

About the short story

Military widow Rhea Blackmon is forced by her late husband’s best friend Sebastian to attend Fort Mitchell’s Christmas party, much against her will. All she wants is to go home and be alone but Sebastian has other plans. He has a present for her; one that she will not soon forget.


Kim’s Review 5 Well Written, Surprising & Heart Warming Stars!

I came across this publisher on Facebook, offering avid readers the chance to read some free books. I picked this book as the title drew me in,  I do like Christmas themed stories and I’ve never read a military one. The first thing I have to say is it’s just twenty pages, and therefore a short story. That said, it deserves five stars I feel from  my reading experience,  it’s length did not in my view as a reader take away anything at all. Yes, I did want more,  when a reader says that it’s never a bad thing, a compliment to the author! We loved your work. Here’s what I loved about this little romance story.

Development– Like I said, this story is just twenty pages, but I found as soon as I read the first few pages the author really did do a great job at showing how the main character felt, over the loss of her husband. In such a short story,  the feelings are developed well, I appreciated  the author’s ability to draw me right in, and  make me care about this lady’s story and her loss.

The writing style- clean, crisp, and a plot that moved along. I was very engaged. Read it in one sitting.

The surprise twist-  my five star experience as a reader really was here! There’s an unexpected twist that just touched my heart. I don’t like to give spoilers, let’s just say it’s everything a romance lover could expect. The twist in the plot made me go ‘ohhh wow” and giggle a bit.

Overall, five stars from me, a well crafted short story and a good example of how to write an engaging plot in such little words. Romance was there, love, loss and happiness. What more could you ask for? I’d read more from this author!

Also free on Kindle Unlimited to read.





February Release! Free Review Copies Up For Grabs #amreading

Happy new year all! Can you believe we’re eleven days in already? I’ve been busy, last year I mentioned that a small publisher approached me about joining their team in 2020. I took up the offer, the one book I’ve outlined for them I am writing, but they’re also releasing an anthology of short stories on the 28th February, some how I found the time to write one to include.  Free review copies up for grabs…

About the anthology…

What happens when a group of authors are given a writing prompt, by Author King Nikalos? An anthology of short stories by diverse authors! Free review copies are up for request for readers, in exchange for an honest review. Drop an email address on the link below for your free review copy, sent during the week of release.
Blinded By Love is an anthology of short stories by Solakin Publications’ authors. Each writer’s creative spin on the writing prompt “when love goes wrong”, gives readers a range of short stories across genres, and locations in the world from each author. Who are the authors? That’s the surprise, 😎 discover a new author and request your copy!

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