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'Harvest' written by Edward O. Mixon and Norma Fisher-Mixon

      Nude bodies of young women are turning up along Plankton's waterway, in a small mid-western college town bordering the Lormack River.  Mike Rains, a detective with a troubling past, is working the case. With the rising body count, he is tossed into the situation of working with Captain Sarah Martin, an ex-girlfriend who is still trying to run his life. As the distrust and awkwardness ebbs, they find themselves working together again as a team, both on and off the force.

       Written from alternating viewpoints of the cop and the killer, it takes you on the twists and turns into the mind of pure evil, a man who envisions himself on a mission from God, and the cop who lives to see him in hell.

Coming December 1st

Excerpt:

 “All your noise did was piss me off, Linda!  You won’t like me when I’m pissed off.  I guarantee it.”  His voice louder.  “All I want to do is help you on your journey.”  He moved around to the back of the car, put the key in the lock and turned it.  The lid popped open with a hard click.  “You’ll be free soon though,” he said and snatched the gag from her mouth.  Her eyes were wide and wild.

Her screams bounced off the trees and seemed to go on forever in the night.  They were like music to his ears.  “Go for it!” he motioned upward with his hands.  “Get it all out.  Shit, let me help you!”  He screamed with her until his throat hurt.

“Please—please don’t hurt me,” she whimpered, tears running down her cheeks.  “I won’t tell anyone. . .” her voice trailed off into sobs.

He clamped his hand over her mouth and held it there.  Her warm breath felt soft.  “Hear that?”  He cocked his head to one side.  The wind howled through the broken windows and loose boards of the abandoned house ahead.  It made an eerie half-whistle, half-howling sound.  “That’s all the souls I’ve set free.”  He stood a moment listening to the mournful song and looking at her.  Her eyes widened.  “Your voice will be among them soon.  Freed from this hellish life.”