Showing posts with label thriller. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thriller. Show all posts

Sunday, April 22, 2012

new cover for Murder Vision


Love this new cover for Murder Vision.

Here’s a quote from a great review by book blogger Jennifer Moss:
Chock full so suspense, this story by Jem Fox is definitely worth the five stars I gave it. Between a serial killer, Katelyn's nightmares and her relationship with her best friend Blake, Jem takes you on a ride that you are not soon to forget.
And a quote from the book:
Possibly the moment when I was standing in my serial killer evil twin’s murder house in the middle of the afternoon in my pink Victoria’s Secret bra — just possibly — that was the low point of my life up to that moment. Of course, the day was still young.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer


My book Diary of a Teenage Serial Killer is now available on Amazon.

Here’s the blurb:
Raised by her father to be a remorseless killer, Darla is trying to reboot her life as a college freshman in a bland Midwestern town.

When a lowlife at her cafeteria job tries to molest her, she's not surprised. When he takes another try and brings a friend, she's not unprepared. But the more she shakes them off, the harder they come back, until Darla's working her way up the org chart of an unsavory local business selling homemade porn cast with unwilling teenagers.

Darla just wants to be left alone, the same way her daddy wanted to be left alone. She's trying to make a normal life where no one needs to die.

But just like they wouldn't let her daddy alone, they can't seem to let Darla alone either. And just like her daddy, Darla has skills she can bring to bear on a difficult situation.

And here’s a little sample:
My father said you had to have a good reason to kill a person. But he always had a reason.

He taught me about the world we live in, you and me. He told me the priests and the Cub Scout leaders are pedophiles, the rich people are consumed with greed, every salesman has his hand in your pocket, and the only thing a boy wants from you, Darla, is to use your body to satisfy his animal urges.

He told me everybody lies.

We studied syllogisms in school. Philosophy 101: Logic. Everybody lies. My father is part of everybody. Therefore, my father lies.
The only thing was, I spent 15 years with him and I never could tell when he was lying.
See it on Amazon.

Murder Vision


My book Murder Vision is now available on Amazon.

Here’s the blurb:
The newspapers call him the Blue Valley Killer. I call him my own personal nightmare.

He takes his victims right under our noses, blinking them out of existence as they're walking down the sidewalk or getting the mail. Then they're found dead a couple of weeks later. He doesn't kill them right away. Sick bastard. He's killed four girls in the last 18 months: two college co-eds and two high-school students. He just keeps coming back for more.

At 17 and living in the center of the Valley, I'm smack dab in the middle of this psycho's demographic.

At this point, it's hard to believe he can snag another victim. Every girl I know between the ages of 12 and 20 goes nowhere without at least three friends and a six-pack of mace. Every parent in four counties has their daughters on 24/7 lockdown.

Even the college campuses -- of which there are two in the dead zone -- are like ghost towns after dusk. Free rides by crisis counselors, escorts from frat guys doing community service -- no girl has to walk alone after dark in the Valley.

How much does it suck to have a serial killer named after your pretty little slice of New England countryside? Evidently a lot, since they're thinking about changing our name after they catch the guy. No one wants to buy Blue Valley t-shirts or Blue Valley keychains when they conjure up CSI morgue footage instead of fall foliage. Well, nobody you'd want to babysit your kids.

I'm not the sort of girl who jumps every time a door squeaks. I don't think the boogeyman lives under my bed, and the monsters in my closet don't scare me. I think of teen slasher flicks as comedies.

So you tell me: Why is it that every time this creep gets down to his dirty business, my brain starts broadcasting 24/7 murdervision?

See it on Amazon