he women walked through the park on hot summer evenings. They were young, beautiful. They were summer roses.
But someone else lurked in the shadows. Someone who moved silenty along the pathways of the night, watching, waiting. And soon the city would hold its breath, paralyzed in terror.
One person knew the secret that might save the next innocent, the next rose. But would they speak? Or would they watch in silence as the last petals of beauty were torn from a fragile, bleeding flower?
But someone else lurked in the shadows. Someone who moved silenty along the pathways of the night, watching, waiting. And soon the city would hold its breath, paralyzed in terror.
One person knew the secret that might save the next innocent, the next rose. But would they speak? Or would they watch in silence as the last petals of beauty were torn from a fragile, bleeding flower?
Fast paced mystery.
The women walked through the park on hot summer evenings. They were young, beautiful. They were summer roses.
From the back cover:
Blood Red Rose
But someone else lurked in the shadows. Someone who moved silently along the pathways of the night, watching, waiting. And soon the city would hold its breath, paralyzed in terror.
One person knew the secret that might save the next innocent, the next rose. But would they speak? Or would they watch in silence as the last petals of beauty were torn from the fragile, bleeding flower?
From the back cover:
Blood Red Rose
But someone else lurked in the shadows. Someone who moved silently along the pathways of the night, watching, waiting. And soon the city would hold its breath, paralyzed in terror.
One person knew the secret that might save the next innocent, the next rose. But would they speak? Or would they watch in silence as the last petals of beauty were torn from the fragile, bleeding flower?
