Ripe For Reader: Release Blitz - A DEADLY SIN by Tracie Podger

A Deadly Sin

A new thriller by Tracie Podger

Cover Design: Margreet Asselbergs, Rebel Edit & Design

Model: Jase Dean

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

There are seven deadly sins, so they say.

Pride, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Lust, Sloth, and Greed.

We are guilty of them all. But what happens when someone decides to become judge, jury, and executioner of those that commit these sins?

Detective Mich Curtis is thrown back into a world he thought he’d managed to struggle out of.

It started as a simple murder case to solve – it became a fight to survive.

Seven sins, seven murders – who will be the last man standing?

The executioner or the only person fucked up enough to get inside his mind?

Suspense/thriller for readers over the age of 18

EARLY REVIEWS:

‘Tracie Podger has only gone and done it again. She has woven a deliciously dark tale of murder and secrets. A Deadly Sin is full of angst, drama and suspense that will keep you on the edge of your seat this mesmerizing story as it reveals all of it's glorious twists and turns.’ – Tasha, Reds Midnight Readers

‘If I could give this book more than 5 stars… I would it to me is worth so much more.’ – Charlie, WLTB Book Blog

‘GRIPPING, DARK, EERIE, GRUESOME, HEART-STOPPING, HAND OVER MOUTH WHILST READING WITH THE TWISTS AND TRUTHS, AND UTTERLY AMAZING.’ – Vicki, Rock Hard Romance

Capital Vices. Cardinal Sins. Which one is the worst? Is it pride, greed, or lust? Maybe it’s envy, gluttony, or even wrath. As for sloth? What does that actually mean?

I guess we’ve all been guilty of these sins but no more than the man I have been watching for years. I know every thing he does. I know the time he leaves his house each morning. I know the speed he drives his car to work, the exact moment he will turn on the indicator when he makes that right turn into the parking lot.

I know the friends he meets with a slap to the back, a high five, or shoulder bump. I know the women that fawn over him. He, they, made me feel sick to my stomach.

They don’t know me; I doubt they’ve ever noticed me. They will, though, soon. I’ve waited a long time for this, a long time to turn his comfortable life on its head, to destroy him.

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My palms sweated as I walked the stone floor corridor. My footsteps echoed, and in my head I could hear my heart beat a frantic rhythm. I took a few deep breaths as I reached the double oak doors, intricately carved with figures. I was thankful that the hand I reached out to turn the large brass handle was steady. My other hand held a revolver down beside my thigh. I wasn’t sure what I was going to be faced with when I gently turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open. It creaked as the old rusting hinges protested, reminding me of a scary movie.

Sunlight blazed into the empty room through a broken glass window. It picked out every speck of dust that floated around. Immediately, my senses were assaulted by a metallic tang, it filled my nostrils and coated my taste buds as I took a breath in through my mouth. Then I saw her.

Against the back wall was my missing girl. Crucified.

My stomach lurched; I swallowed down the bile that rose to burn my throat. I closed my eyes briefly. Casey Long: blonde-haired, cheerleader, straight A student, naked and covered in blood, was tied to a cross against the back wall.

“Fuck!” I whispered. “Fuck!”

For five days I’d been searching for her after her mother had called in a missing person’s report. Five days of having no idea she was practically on my doorstep. I holstered my gun and made a call.

“Dean, she’s in here,” I said.

I took care to retreat only in the places I had already stepped. Making sure not to further disturb any forensic evidence, until I made my way back out of the room and gently closed the door behind me. There was no need to check for signs of life; Casey was very clearly dead.

Within seconds, the corridor was filled with activity. Dean, my partner for the past five years, strode toward me. His size ten feet clomped on the polished floor.

“Is it definitely her?” he asked. I nodded.

“Dead?” Again, I nodded.

“Fuck!” He echoed my sentiments.

“Detective?” I turned toward the voice behind me.

“Samuel, I think you best step outside,” I said to the caretaker of Montfort High School.

No matter how many times I’d told him to call me by my name, he never did. Samuel was an old guy; he’d been the caretaker when I’d been a student at Montfort some years ago. He was as old as the school back then.

I watched as he nodded and backed down the corridor, wringing his hands together. I imagined the sight of what he’d discovered on his morning rounds would finish him where working at the school was concerned. How do you recover from seeing something like that? It was bad enough for me and Dean, and we’d seen our fair share of murder.

“I’ve called in the doc, she’s on her way,” Dean said.

“Okay, we need to seal this off, close this wing down. You want to call it in?”

Dean fished his mobile from his pocket and called through to the station. As he walked a little way down the corridor for a better reception, I took a deep breath, I knew at some point that day I’d be delivering the worst news possible to the parent of a missing child.

I’d always wanted to be a cop, ever since receiving a costume for Halloween one year. Despite growing out of it, I’d kept that badge for years. I loved my job, normally. I just hated knowing what I would have to do soon. I could send someone else, but I’d grown up in this town, I knew most of its occupants, and I wanted to be the one to break the news to Sally Long.

I scrubbed my hand over my face, feeling the two-day-old stubble around my jaw. Dean would take a statement from Samuel while I waited for Doc, or Eddie, as she was called.

Our state medical examiner had, only a few hours prior, been naked in my bed after we'd spent the night fucking. Neither of us had gotten any sleep, but I knew, as soon as she arrived, there would be no evidence of that.

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Tracie Podger currently lives in Kent, UK with her husband and a rather obnoxious cat called George. She’s a Padi Scuba Diving Instructor with a passion for writing. Tracie has been fortunate to have dived some of the wonderful oceans of the world where she can indulge in another hobby, underwater photography. She likes getting up close and personal with sharks.

Tracie likes to write in different genres. Her Fallen Angel series and its accompanying books are mafia romance and full of suspense. A Virtual Affair is contemporary romance, and Gabriel and A Deadly Sin are thriller/suspense. The Facilitator is erotic romance.

Available from Amazon, iBooks, Kobo & Nook

Fallen Angel, Part 1

Fallen Angel, Part 2

Fallen Angel, Part 3

Fallen Angel, Part 4

The Fallen Angel Box Set

Evelyn - A Novella – To accompany the Fallen Angel Series

Rocco – A Novella – To accompany the Fallen Angel Series

Robert – To accompany the Fallen Angel Series

Travis – To accompany the Fallen Angel Series

A Virtual Affair – A standalone

Gabriel – A standalone