A chilling scene. A gruesome murder. Multiple stab wounds and blood drenched everywhere. It's only a painting. Ginny Appleby doesn't create works of art with beauty and happiness. She paints brutality, death, and the pain hidden inside. Detective Alex Brands will never understand that. He'll never understand her and why she does what she does. Her life has always been filled with terror. And if he sticks around, he'll die. Note: This is a romantic suspense short story inspired by weekly flash fiction I used to write.
There is insta-love. Like, insta-insta-love. When they fall, they fall hard! Doesn't that sound thrilling? You know it does! Happy reading!
A chilling scene. A gruesome murder. Multiple stab wounds and blood drenched everywhere. It's only a painting. Ginny Appleby doesn't create works of art with beauty and happiness. She paints brutality, death, and the pain hidden inside. Detective Alex Brands will never understand that. He'll never understand her and why she does what she does. Her life has always been filled with terror. And if he sticks around, he'll die. Note: This is a romantic suspense short story inspired by weekly flash fiction I used to write.
There is insta-love. Like, insta-insta-love. When they fall, they fall hard! Doesn't that sound thrilling? You know it does! Happy reading!
