"A picture perfect life gone horribly wrong."
Reviewed by Sandi Shilhanek
Posted January 2, 2010
Romance Suspense
Are you looking for a book that will have you turning pages
late into the night? If so then the perfect book for you
just might be DYING SCREAM by Mary Burton. What happens when the perfect life you thought you had turns
upside down? Many of us hope to never have to fret over
that, but for Adrianna Barrington Thornton it's the story of
her life. When she married Craig Thornton she thought they
would be happy forever, and raise a loving family. However,
fate intervened and tragedy struck leaving Craig a hapless
invalid, until his eventual death and Adrianna drowning in debt. In an effort to pay off the debt Adrianna sells the Thornton
home she inherited from Craig, but the sale is contingent on
her moving the Thornton family cemetery. For very personal
reasons Adrianna has asked the grave moving company to check
for any suspicious graves. What they find is not what
Adrianna was hoping or expecting to find, and puts a
possible crimp in her plans to sell the home. There are bodies that don't belong to the Thornton family in
the cemetery. The questions now become who were they, who
buried them there, and was the person who buried them the
person responsible for their death, and finally is there a
tie at all to any of the Thornton family or Adrianna. It falls to Detective Gage Hudson to solve the crime. Can
he be impartial because of his past relationship with
Adrianna, or will the two again become involved? This is
part of the meat of DYING SCREAM. To be honest I have to say there was a scene or two that I
found reminiscent of other stories, but overall DYING SCREAM
was fresh, and intriguing. The gore/gruesome level was just
right for keeping me interested, but not for giving
nightmares. When the last page was turned I was completely
satisfied, and ready to run.
SUMMARY
NO ONE WILL FIND YOU.
An aspiring artist. A
high-school senior. A stripper. Three women who seemed to
have nothing in common except their sudden disappearance.
But one man knew them all. Wealthy, privileged Craig
Thornton even claimed to love them. And for that, they paid
the ultimate price.
NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU
When
Adrianna Barrington receives an anniversary card from her
husband Craig, she assumes it's a some crackpot's idea of a
joke. After all Craig is dead. But then come phone calls,
flowers, messages...all reminding her how much Craig misses
her. While Adrianna begins to doubt her sanity, grisly
remains are found on the Thornton estate. Detective Gage
Hudson is convinced the bodies are linked to Craig. But the
biggest shocks are yet to come.
NO ONE WILL HEAR YOU
SCREAM
A psychopath has taken up his chilling work
again, each death a prelude to the moment when she is under
his control at last. And the only way for Gage and Adrianna
to stop him is to uncover the truth about a family's dark
past--and a twisted love that someone will kill for again
and again.
ExcerptPrologue
Sunday, September 24, 10:00 p.m. Time had degraded the videotaped image of the cowering woman. A line skimmed down the center screen now peppered with
electronic snow, and a sallow haze paled the image’s once
vibrant colors. As he’d made his movies over the last twelve years, he’d
expected them to last forever. He’d never realized excessive
viewing coupled with time would degrade the tapes of his
three actresses and their final performances. The first tape
wasn’t a great loss. He didn’t understand lighting,
costumes, or camera angles. He’d been rushed and nervous.
But as time passed, he’d gained experience and confidence
and by the last tape, he’d honed his moviemaking talent. Remote in hand, he leaned forward and directed his attention
to the most recent tape in his collection. He tuned out the
annoying technical distractions and focused on the woman. A pale satin slip, the shade of forget-me-nots, skimmed her
full breasts and slim body and pooled over long legs tucked
under her round bottom. A blond wig covered chestnut hair
and accentuated a pale face and listless brown eyes
underscored by smudged mascara. Blue-black bruises darkened
her cheeks. She stared sightlessly toward the ceiling,
cradling the hand he’d broken the last time she’d resisted. Off-screen a door opened and closed. Keys jangled. The woman
straightened and tried to stand, but a waist-hugging chain
forced her to remain on her knees. “Hello?” He’d never stepped in view of the camera lens. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t mean to be gone so long.” The woman’s chest started to rise and fall in rapid, short
breaths. “I thought you weren’t coming back.” He’d been gone eighteen hours. “I couldn’t leave you forever.” Over the last two weeks, he’d left her intermittently. Each time he made his exit, he threatened never to return as
he shut the door. Then from a closed circuit television he
watched as she begged him not to leave and yanked at her
tether. Then after three, five, or ten hours, he’d return.
Each time she wept, her expressive features reflected
relief, horror, and flickers of anger. Slowly he’d been
breaking her down, teaching her that her world revolved
around him alone. Now as she glanced up, she offered a smile both pleasing and
desperate. “Now are you going to let me go?” “Not just yet.” Her smile faltered. “You said next time when you came back I
could leave.” “I’ve changed my mind.” He zoomed in the video image. “I’ve enjoyed your performance so much I find I can’t
say good-bye.” The close-up vividly captured expressive eyes that mirrored
disappointment and a terrifying understanding. “You’re never
going to let me go, are you?” “Didn’t I promise?” He sounded defensive. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. Her lips quivered. She
seemed to sense that this was the end. Game over. Hysterically she started to yank the chain. Her breasts
bounced delightfully as she struggled. “Let me go! Why are
you doing this to me!” “I love you, Adrianna.” “Let me go!” She all but howled the words. “I told you that I loved you. What are you supposed to say?”
The words dripped with annoyance. How many lessons would it
take for her to play her part correctly? “No, no, no! My name is Rhonda.” The silk under the chain
had frayed and turned brown from the iron in the links. “My
name is Rhonda!” “You are not Rhonda!” He snapped his fingers. “Say the words
like I taught you. Or I will get the cattle prod.” Mention of the prod drained the fight from her eyes.
“Please. Please. Please.” The plea wound down to a hoarse
whisper. “Say it.” This would be their final scene together. And he
couldn’t hide the desperate anticipation from his voice. The woman closed her eyes. “I love you.” The faint whisper,
void of feeling, tumbled out like rubbish from a bin. All
the spirit and fight she’d had in the beginning was gone. The words left him wanting. “Say it again. And look at me
when you speak.” The woman looked directly at him. “I love you.” Better. Nervously, she picked at the chipped red nail polish on her
toenails. A ladybug tattoo framed her right ankle. “Can I
leave now?” He ignored her question. “Why do you have a ladybug tattoo?”
These last two weeks he’d loved touching it. Kissing it. Tears streamed down her face as if she realized her words
had no effect on him. “I told you a million times.” “Tell me again.” “It’s a sign of good luck.” His laughter rumbled rich and genuine. “For me, it’s good
luck. Not such good luck for you.” Her eyes flashed with sudden hot anger. “Why do you keep
doing this to me?” “Doing what?” “Playing games. Why don’t you let me go? I’ve sworn that
I’ll keep this secret. I just want to go home. I want to
forget. I want to live.” The camera zoomed and caught the
beads of sweat on her forehead. “I have done everything you
asked.” She tipped her head back and he could see her dark hair
peeking out from under the wig. She was ruining the moment. “Say it again.” His voice projected the annoyance he’d felt
that day. “And say it like you mean it!” The woman dropped her gaze and fisted the fingers on her
left hand so tightly her nails drew blood. For several long
seconds, she remained silent. The snap of the prod had her meeting his gaze. “I love you.” “What is my name?” “Craig. Your name is Craig. I love you, Craig.” “Again.” This time she looked directly at the camera and nearly
screamed the words. “I love you, Craig!” His erection hardened and finally he was able to take her.
Though he’d been driven by powerful emotions, he was mindful
of the all-seeing lens and careful to keep his face turned
away from the camera. She’d lain under him, the slip bunched around her waist, her
body as still and cold as a lake in winter. His climax had
come quickly, violently. He’d never felt so alive, so in the
moment, and for those fleeting seconds the voices that
always stalked him—told him he wasn’t good enough—went silent. Now as Craig viewed the tape for the hundredth time, the
exquisite feelings he’d once enjoyed, like the tape, had faded. The indefinable hunger that had tracked him for so many
years had returned and the heavy weight of anticipation bore
down on his chest. Lately, no matter how much he watched the
tape, his darkest appetites clawed at his insides, begging
to be satisfied. “Damn.” He hit REWIND and replayed the last few seconds, his
thirst desperate to be quenched. “I love you, Craig. I love
you, Craig. I love you, Craig.” Craig leaned toward the television and touched the image of
her face. He traced her eyes and then her lips. From the edge of the screen, the camera captured the tip of
a gun barrel. The woman shrank back, trying to press herself
through the wall. Crying, she tried to crawl away, but the chain stopped her
as he grabbed the wig and tossed it aside. He wrenched her
upward. Her fingers clawed at his hand as she screamed and
struggled to get free. He held on tight and raised the .38
to her temple. He whispered, “I love you, Adrianna.” The revolver’s bullet
tore through her brain. Blood splattered his face. She
slumped forward, dead. His heart raged in his chest like a
tornado. Then he released her, stepped back, and watched as she
crumpled to the floor. A second passed before the recording
ended and the image turned to static snow. Now Craig understood how much he’d fed off her terror. Her
panic and those of the other two had invigorated his blood
like a narcotic. “I shouldn’t have listened. I never should have let you go.”
He could have kept her tucked away down here for years. If he’d known three years would pass until the next kill
he’d have stowed her away and savored her all the more. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Frustrated, he shut off the television and turned his
attention to the new digital camcorder he’d bought last
week. It fit in the palm of his hand and had cost him a
fortune but the kid in the electronics store had promised it
would produce crystal-clear images guaranteed to last a
lifetime. “So clear you can see the pores on a face,” the kid had said. Craig palmed the camera, amazed at its compact size.
Technology was a wonderful thing. Pointing the camera toward the empty basement corner with
the wood panel and loosely coiled chain, he hit RECORD. The
red light clicked on. He taped for a few seconds before
stopping and replaying the image on the camera’s view
screen. The kid had been right. The clear picture caught the
grains in the faux wood and the threads in the brown carpet. Craig glanced at the newly purchased pink silk slip and
blond wig. He set the camera down and picked up the wig. He
stroked the strands of real human hair dyed just the right
shade of blond. Imagine what detail he would capture when he filmed the next
one. This camera wouldn’t miss anything, and the images
would surely satisfy him for years. This time, this time, he’d not be in such a rush. The next
one, he’d savor. Craig glanced at the pocket calendar taped to the side of
his filing cabinet. Twenty-four red X’s marked through most
of September. Anticipation burned like fire. In just three days, it would be time again for hunting season. In just three days, center stage would host a new actress to
play his sweet Adrianna.
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