So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.

'Flowers before Eve' is the prequel to 'My Killer'. It's completely optional, but please consider reading that book before delving into this one. Michael, to better understand the either the monster or the man perhaps the appropriate place to start is with the two people that planted the seed in the first place, his parents? Disclaimer: No felines hissing in fright will actually go missing in this book. Christ's sake, just how gullible are you? This is a book about unconditional love, not a book about how a monster got made... I mean, that would be utterly absurd...

"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.