No one ever said that love is easy. Sometimes is the most difficult battle a woman has to take. When do you decide it’s enough? That you suffered to your limit? How can you decide to leave the man you love more than anything in the world?
“I loved you madly, passionately, with blood. I hated you worse. I cursed you, and I adored you. I have never been able to be indifferent to you. I always vibrated at you, in shades of colors, from the red of jealousy to yellow sunny summer days where we first met and to the purple starry nights of love. You were my hope, light, heat. And also the worst hole, my emptiness.”
How many steps are between passion and murder? A torrid summer, a fervent woman and a potent man. Starry nights and days with thorns. Come with me on a journey in the murderer’s mind, in which love is mixed with hatred, and women are not as fragile as you would expect.
Dava never expected to find herself staring down the wrong end of a revolver in the prologue (or is it chapter one?) of a heart-pounding psychological thriller. But now that she has, there’s just enough time for an obligatory flashback to reflect on just how she got here before the gun goes off. How I Became a Vengeful, Psycho Killer is a suspenseful, sexy, self-aware thriller that knows the rules and plays by them all; with a surprise ending even the genre archetypes who populate this story don’t see coming. Sex, secrets, stalking, obsession, jealousy, mystery, and murder all converge on the life of 18-year-old Dava and everyone’s a suspect. Her not-so-loyal family, her so-called friends, her dangerously-jealous boyfriend, the intriguing femme fatale, and a fling from the wrong side of the tracks. But will she survive and make it to those two glorious words “the” and “end” to tell her own tale or will the epilogue hold a darkly satisfying twist?