A Psychotic Killer? How to Get Away!

A Psychotic Killer? How to Get Away!

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#1 - romanticsuspense #3 - mystery As a four years old child, Kimberly Jacobs, made global news as a psychotic. A child who murdered her own mother in cold blood. And now, thirty years later. The evil cycle has repeated itself again. Someone in Kim's life - her husband - has been savagely murdered. On a night Kim sent all their employees home. So many possible reasons for Kim to want her husband dead, but, did she do it? Did she pull the knife to end the life of the father of her child? Or is someone trying to implicate her, so she makes global news again? But this time, it wouldn't just end there. She could go to prison, and serve life imprisonment. Or in fact, face the death penalty. For a crime, she may or may not have committed.
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Lauren Ruiz Kuhn has no conscience. No tether. No mercy. She lives inside death the way others live inside their homes. By day, she scours blood from linoleum, picks bone fragments out of tile grout, and bottles the stench of decomposition until it vanishes into lemon-scented lies. By night, she creates the very scenes she's paid to erase. Precise. Cold. Artistic. Her killings are not frantic outbursts but intricate constructions, each body arranged with the patience of a sculptor chiseling stone. To strangers, she's invisible-just another woman scrubbing at the mess. To her victims, she's inevitability. But when someone edges into her orbit, Lauren's tightly bound order begins to shift. A woman who peers too closely. A mind sharp enough to recognize the cracks. And in the shadows between curiosity and obsession, one truth remains: nothing survives Lauren's attention for long. This is not romance. This is not redemption. This is a descent into the architecture of murder, the erosion of humanity, and the brutal beauty of death itself. And by reading, you've already stepped inside. I'm Lauren Ruiz Kühn. I kill. I clean. I erase. And you? You're already part of it. Now ask yourself: How long can you stare into the abyss before it finally looks back?

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