*FIRST BOOK IN THE Dear My Sanity SERIES* "Look at your hands. Their blood is on your hands." Jamie stares at her blood covered hands. She clenches her jaw, a muffled scream coming from her. I let her scream but I look around, knowing the police would come soon. If she wants to avoid being caught, she needs to get over her little crisis already. "Get up," I say quickly, going over and grabbing onto her arm to pull her up. "Come on, the police will be coming soon. You're not going to jail." She struggles against me, screaming, "No! You're going to kill me if I go with you." "This all can be erased," I insisted. The wailing of sirens tells me I need to convince her quickly. Jamie pauses, thinking hard. "Fine," she says. "Let's go then." I say no more as I run. She picks up my pace and follows me as I lead her away from her first murders and into her new life. I think it's one she'll fit well into.

I'm a killer. I can't love. Why can't I bring myself to end your life.. Jeff is a killer. But when he spares Liara from her death, everything gets blurred. Jeff thirsts for Liara's blood. Yet he can't bring himself to kill her. Someone that was made to kill couldn't possibly fall in love. What will happen when Jeff and Liara's fates intersect?

"Curiosity killed the cat" Is a saying that 13 year old Jeff Woods should have taken seriously. Ever wonder what a Ouija board could do? Jeff wondered too, and he'll tell you just how much he regretted finding out. Possessed by a demon known as 'the Killer', he was forced to kill his own family and many strangers throughout his life. Eight years later he passes through a small town in Arizona and ends up finding a way to remove his demon. But can he separate himself fully from the Killer without making himself Go. To. Sleep. ?

He's psychotic, mad in the head, and shivers at the sweet taste of flesh. All Jeff desired was the perfect kill. A victim to fight back, give him a challenge, and amuse his sick cravings. He found who he was looking for, but was she too feisty, even for his taste? Too accustomed to his being there? When Jeff realizes this, he doesn't know whether to end her or not. The option is tempting, but there's something deeper to this story. Something that prohibits his inner murderer from stabbing her lifeless. He begins to feel something sick, even sicker than all the blood shed and fear he's caused, the longer he's met with those green, nostalgic eyes. He begins to remember.