Time, blood, and curiosity didn't just kill the damned cat...

Time is either one of those important things to you…or it’s not.

It’s either the first thing on your mind when you wake up in the morning..or the last thing you think about when you go to sleep at night.

In my debut crime novel, A Time for Dying, published before last Christmas by Northodox Press, and available though them and through Amazon, one time in the passage of every 24-hours stands out as more important to my serial killer than any other.

It’s not a secret. It’s 10.00pm. The time when they take some else’s life.

Naturally they have their reasons for doing what they do when they do it. And naturally you’ll find out what those reasons are, when you pick up A Time for Dying, and read the book from cover to cover.

And naturally, you won’t be able to put it down once you pick it up.

Unless, of course, you don’t pick it up.

Then you’ll always be wondering who the serial killer was, who he killed, and why. And who caught him, and how. If indeed they ever did…or whether he’s still out there.

These are the questions that will eat away at your gut, more and more, until you have the book in front of you and you open it at page 1…

Life is like that. Remember…curiosity didn’t just kill the damned cat. It caught it. Then it played with it. Then it removed its head.

Not that my serial killer would do anything so deviously bloody.

Well…come to think of it…he might…