BROKEN release day!

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‘A mother is murdered in an apparent robbery.
A young woman is raped and beaten in a home invasion.
Chicago Detective Alicia “Berg” Raymond doesn’t believe in random crime and is certain both cases are more than they seem—but can she trust her instincts, or is she too distracted by the feelings she has for former partner and new boss? For Berg, the need for justice burns deep and fills the emptiness where therapy and relationships fall short.
She’s certain the husband knows more than he’s willing to admit, but the trap to catch the killer is the loophole that sets him free.
As Berg fights to prevent another murder, she crosses the line between hero and villain—and there’s no turning back.’

‘I am so very impressed with this book. It gripped my innards and ripped them out, little by little…’ – Goodreads.

‘If you think The Enemy Inside is a thriller, just wait ’til you get Broken!’ – Goodreads.

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In loving memory of Valerie Muriel Mitchell, my Mum, 1948-2014

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Val was born to parents Muriel and Allan Mitchell on Anzac Day in 1948, and enjoying a public holiday on her birthday was a lifelong pleasure she often used to chuckle about in that wicked way of hers.

A beautiful child with bright blue eyes, curly blonde hair and a ready smile, she was joined by sister, Francine, three years later and the two very pretty girls quickly became partners in crime, determined to upset the very staid and steady presence of their cautious parents.

Father, Allan, was a dentist both during the war and after, and was meticulous and strict in everything he did, so much so that when Fran and Val were going through his old ledgers a few years ago, Val’s umbilical cord hernia surgery was listed as: ‘repairs to baby’.

As the girls grew up their father was determined they were not to learn how to drive and be given, as he called it, ‘a license to kill’. Of course, with the help of their mischievous mother, Muriel, Val and Fran completely ignored this directive. Val’s first car was a little Renault that she bought for $100 and which blew up almost immediately after she bought it. Fran recollects they were driving along when Val yelled ‘Shit, we’re on fire!’ They climbed out and that was the end of that car.

A motorcycle followed this at age 19, a Yamaha 125 which Val fell off more than a few times. One such event at an intersection saw a gentleman get out of his car to help Val pick up the bike as she couldn’t lift it by herself. Val had more than enough helpers anytime this happened, as the pretty blonde who rode her bike in miniskirts attracted avid male attention wherever she went.

Val then got a Mini Cooper, and she and Fran roared all over Sydney in it, including over median strips and nature islands. She also spun off the road in her father’s Valiant after participating in a street race, coming to rest perfectly between a telegraph pole and a brick wall.

Val was a stunning young woman, who did some modelling and was Hornsby’s inaugural ‘Orchid Queen’ at the tender age of 17. Her good friend Carmel recalls meeting Val 35 years ago and commenting that Val was one of the prettiest women she had ever seen.

Val spent six years at Hornsby Girls High School, and there continued the trend of bucking every rule she could find. She was the only student smart enough not to put her name down on any sports list. So on Friday afternoons Val just went home, while all the other girls at the school had to participate in sport. She was never found out. Always amiable and fun, Val developed close friendships at school, in particular with Pam and Jann, who remained friends throughout her life.

She finished school in 1966 and spent a year studying short hand typing. She got a job and lasted for a week before she decided it didn’t interest her in the slightest. This was followed by a short stint working for the then MBF, before she went into the Public Service, or as Val called it: ‘The Pubic Circus’. Never once on time for work, when asked to account for a weekly tally of 27 minutes of lateness by her boss, she meticulously listed such items as ‘pedestrian crossing delays – three minutes’ and ‘traffic light delays – four minutes’. She never heard a word from him again.

After a brief marriage and a move to Adelaide, Val had her daughter, Vanessa, in 1975. She moved back to Sydney in 1976, and had her son James at Hornsby Hospital in 1979.

When the kids were little, Val took a job in accounts at Waltons in Hornsby, which was the beginning of her career being what she called a ‘chief book cooker’, no mean feat for a woman who failed maths at school, despite having a tutor.

After moving to the Northern Beaches, Val got a job with Air Solutions in accounts, and stayed at the Mona Vale business for 22 years, making life long friends along the way.

Her children were her pride and joy, and she made sure she was the steady and constant parent in their lives when their fathers were no longer in the picture.

She took a ‘softly, softly’ approach to parenting after her own strict upbringing, which was sometimes challenged by her little boy, James, who at age three was found by a neighbour walking down the street dragging a mattock behind him, and at age four took the lock off the front door with a screwdriver so he could get out.

She once drove all the way to Bathurst and back to collect Vanessa after a car accident, and would pick her up from parties anytime ‘no questions asked’. Once, she found James’ bong in his bedroom, and rather than being horrified that he had one, she was horrified at how dirty it was so she gave him bong cleaner for his 18th birthday.

To this day, neither James nor Vanessa can recall her ever having raised her voice at them, or get angry, despite a long list of terrible decisions they made as they were growing up. She believed in not risking a relationship for behaviour she considered transient, and instead was a solid sounding board who would listen without judgement and then give the information needed to make your own decision.

Despite more than her fair share of ups and downs, Val retained her wicked sense of humour and sharp, dry wit. She also had an excellent bullshit metre, thanks to some unfortunate attempts at marriage in her younger years.

So, whenever she met someone new, she would always ask what star sign they were, and if they got along with their mother.

On January 29, 1993, Val was introduced to Tony Zanelli by mutual friends at the Newport Surf Club, and thus began the happiest and most important romantic relationship of her life. They got to chatting, and even went to a local nightclub, the Rocklily, to continue their easy conversation, much to the distress of her daughter, Vanessa, who was already at the same nightclub drinking underage.

In their 20 years together they travelled all over the world, sampling margaritas wherever they went, and Val often joked that she and Tony were ‘global margarita testers’. The couple enjoyed good food, good company, and good wine, and during their entire relationship, Tony can only recall them ever fighting twice. They never married, which Val considered to be the secret to a successful relationship.

Visiting Italy with Tony, Val developed an affinity with the country, learning to cook Italian and developing a taste for prosecco. Tony often ribbed Val that she had zero sense of direction, and couldn’t tell her left from her right, unless it was in Italian, in which case she knew her ‘destra’ from her ‘sinistra’ immediately.

As well as a love for wine, Val also had a love for over and under the counter pharmaceuticals, earning her the nickname ‘Madam Chemical’. At any given time there was any kind of pill available to be dispended from her bottomless handbag. If there was a sleeping pill only legal in Peru, Val had it. Whatever your problem, she had a pill for it, and it was readily given, often followed up by the comment: ‘Maybe don’t drink for half an hour after taking that’.

Val developed a life long distain for religion as a child, but was very spiritual and connected to ‘the other side’. As a Taurus, she was delighted when James married Sarah, a fellow Taurean, to balance out the influx of Cancerians she had in James, Vanessa and Tony.

Her love for her children and Tony, and for daughter-in-law Sarah and son-in-law Spiro, was only matched by that for her granddaughters Ella, Raven and Jasmine. Ella and Val enjoyed a special, very close relationship in particular, much like Val did with her own grandmother and Ella’s namesake, and would often spend the day together having fun.

Val also enjoyed a wonderful relationship with her sister, Fran, and close friends Carmel and Sue. Carmel says that the pair would often get together to chat and drink wine, solving all the problems of the world. Val and Sue would do the same thing at their dinners at ‘Lucky and Peps’.

Val also greatly enjoyed her weekends with her sister, where they would visit the Glen Street Theatre, and local gardens, and enjoy special lunches. Fran says that Val was a terrific big sister and was always there when she needed her, despite the fact that Val took her to the Newport Arms at the tender age of 15.

Anyone who met Val agreed she had a big heart, and this was no better demonstrated than by her dedication to looking after her parents in the 10 years before they passed away. She moved heaven and earth, often to her own detriment, to ensure they were comfortable in their final years, and Muriel would be devastated to know that Val only survived her by six years.

James, Vanessa, Tony, Fran, Spiro, Sarah, Ella, Raven and Jasmine are all shocked and grievously shattered by the sudden loss of their mother, partner, sister and grandmother after a short battle with cancer, and can’t imagine life without her.

James and Vanessa promise to take their Mum’s wise and patient approach to parenting with their own children, and ensure that the girls grow up knowing all about their wonderful ‘Heya’. They also promise to look after their Mum’s beloved cats, Cosmo and Luna, who gave her such joy in her final years.

They thank everyone who attended today to pay their respects to their very much-missed mother.

Reflections on a sex club

One of the fun things we get to do as authors is put ourselves in all kinds of unusual situations without the risks associated with leaping too far outside of our comfort zones.

I think it was Joss Whedon who said it best: “I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.” 

And as much as some might say that every single part of a book should come from some kind of true to life research or experience, sometimes this is just not possible.

For example, the sex club scene in The Enemy Inside. One of the pivotal scenes featuring the two main characters, Jay and Berg, takes place inside a sex club with some pretty serious BDSM themes. And you have to remember; I started writing this book back in 2006, before Fifty Shades of Grey made BDSM something so mainstream you could chat about it over tea and scones.

Now, as much as I’d like to be the kind of cool person who frequently attends swingers’ clubs for a sexy beating, I’m not (why, what have you heard?). I’m a married mother-of-two with a hygiene fetish who’d be more likely to visit a sex club, get out the handy wipes and give the place a thorough cleaning before I’d get down and dirty in it.

But this scene in the book was important not only for the plot, but also for the character development between my two detectives.

So what to do? I had to rely on something I’d almost forgotten in my drive to learn everything I could about forensics, autopsies, police investigations, and the US legal system: my imagination.

Knowing this scene was coming up, I sat down and had a serious think about it. Rather than looking up other people’s sex club experiences on good old Google (not that I was afraid of doing this, it would be the least scary item on my Google search history. I maintain that if the police monitored my Internet searches, I’d be in prison), I’d come up with the details.

I asked myself: ‘if I were setting up a sex club, how would I want it to be set up? Who would be invited? How would they know about it? What would they do once they got there? (apart from the obvious). What would I want to be supplied to my guests? What about security? Music? Catering?’ (Yes, catering. Never let it be said that I don’t think about things from all angles). I planned everything out to the smallest detail. It’s good to know that if this whole writing gig doesn’t pan out, I could perhaps become a madam or the purveyor of a chain of high-class sex clubs.

I had little sticky notes all over the house with ideas about how my sex club might look and be operated for weeks before I wrote the scene. My poor husband probably saw them and thought his life was about to take a major turn for the better.

The sights, sounds and smells Jay experiences as he’s being led through the sex club by an enthusiastic Cindy, are the sights sounds and smells I would expect to see if I was walking through the sex clubs of my dreams.

I imagined feel the soft, plush red carpet under my feet, the expensive art on the red walls, the smell of sweat and perfume, the top of the line liquor, the beat from the loud jazz thudding through my chest, the greeting room with a view to die for, and the individuals rooms in case I wanted to experience voyeurism, BDSM, an all-in orgy…wait, what was I talking about again?

And while I have no idea if it’s true to life at all, it’s true to my characters, and me and that’s the most important thing.

Never underestimate the power of a good imagination, it can take you places you never thought you’d go!

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Sherri Hayes Finding Anna, Book 4 Cover Reveal!!

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Book 1
Stephan
has lived the lifestyle of a Dominant for five years. After several rebellious
teenage years, it gave him the stability and control he had been seeking after
his parent’s death.
As president of a not-for-profit foundation, he knows what his future holds and
what he wants out of life. All that changes when a simple lunch with his
college friend and Mentor, Daren, leads him to buying a slave.Thrust into a situation he never thought he’d be in, Stephan can’t walk away.
He is compelled to help this girl in the only way he knows how.Brianna knows only one thing, she is a slave. She has nothing. She is nothing.Can Stephan help Brianna realize that she is much more than just a Slave?

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Book 2


As Brianna comes to terms
with the realization that she is no longer a slave, she must figure out what
she wants for her life. Forgetting her past isn’t an option. It is an integral
part of who she is now, and it will forever shape her view of life. The one
thing she knows is that she cannot imagine her life without the man who saved
her, but can she be what he needs? 
Stephan never imagined
falling in love with the woman he rescued, but the thought of her no longer
being part of his life is physically painful. The scars from her past continue
to haunt her, and he is helpless to stop them. All he can do is try to help her
work through the traumas of her past. Can he be everything she needs and help
her move on?
The two must figure out
how to navigate not only their relationship with each other, but also the
outside world. A friend from Brianna’s past shows up where she least expects
them, and Uncle Richard continues to enforce his well-meaning agenda to get
Brianna more traditional help. As forces, both friend and foe, threaten to tear
them apart, Stephan and Brianna have to navigate the turbulent waters and find
what they need in each other.

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Book 3
For
the last two months, Brianna has discovered something she never thought she
would again. Hope. After the horror of being Ian’s slave for ten months, a fate
she never imagined she’d escape, it feels as if she is living a dream. She has
freedom she hadn’t expected to have again, and she wakes up every morning not
fearing what the day will bring.

There is also Stephan. The man who saved her from the daily torture she had to
endure at the hands of Ian and his friends. The same man who makes her heart
race with just the thought of him. Life is good.

Outside forces are determined to conspire against them, however. When Brianna’s
father shows up on her doorstep, it sends her world spiraling out of control.
He brings with him new information about how Brianna ended up in Ian’s
clutches, but will it make a difference? Will Stephan be able to find a way to
make Ian pay for all he made Brianna suffer?

As Brianna and Stephan try to find out the truth, their relationship is tested.
She is forced to face her past head on and deal with the ugly reality of what
happened to her. Will Stephan’s love be enough to see her through her newest
challenge, or will the fragile trust they’ve built come crumbling down around
them as the truth makes itself known.

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Book 4 – Available March 20, 2014
 

Cover reveal: BROKEN

Behold! the AWESOME cover of Broken, the sequel to The Enemy Inside and the second book in the Edge of Darkness series!

‘A mother is murdered in an apparent robbery.
A young woman is raped and beaten in a home invasion.
Chicago Detective Alicia “Berg” Raymond doesn’t believe in random crime and is certain both cases are more than they seem—but can she trust her instincts, or is she too distracted by the feelings she has for former partner and new boss? For Berg, the need for justice burns deep and fills the emptiness where therapy and relationships fall short.
She’s certain the husband knows more than he’s willing to admit, but the trap to catch the killer is the loophole that sets him free.
As Berg fights to prevent another murder, she crosses the line between hero and villain—and there’s no turning back.’

‘I am so very impressed with this book. It gripped my innards and ripped them out, little by little…’ – Goodreads.

‘If you think The Enemy Inside is a thriller, just wait ’til you get Broken!’ – Goodreads.

To be released in February 2014.

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Guest Post by Sherri Hayes

A Christmas Proposal

Matthew Andersen knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Cali Stanton. Since she came into his life just five months ago, his world had completely changed for the better. With everything in their lives finally coming together, he was determined to make their first Christmas a memorable one.

Excerpt
He spent almost an hour washing and cutting fruit,
prepping breakfast for the next morning. Breakfast in bed was the first order
of business. It would get things moving in the right direction and hopefully
show Cali how special she was to him. Before her, his life had been a series of
things that needed to be done. She’d opened him up, made him relax and enjoy
life a little. Cali made things less predictable.
Once he felt everything in the kitchen was prepared,
Matthew moved into the living room. They’d put up a tree and decorated it. He’d
never been much for Christmas decorating, at least not since his mom died. His
father and brother, Jason, had seemed to feel the same way, so their house had
pretty much looked the same all year around. The only nod to Christmas had been
a fake tree about two feet tall on a small plastic stand. Most of the time,
however, it remained bare of any ornaments.
With Cali living with him, decorating had felt
right. She’d sacrificed sleep so they could pick out a live tree together, and
buy other holiday themed items. They’d spent several hours covering nearly
every surface in their living room with some hint of Christmas. Each little
touch made their house feel more like a home instead of just a place to live.
She did that. Not just with the Christmas
decorations, but with everything.
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About The Author

Sherri spent most of her childhood detesting English class. It was one of her least favorite subjects because she never seemed to fit into the standard mold. She wasn’t good at spelling, or following grammar rules, and outlines made her head spin. For that reason, Sherri never imagined becoming an author.

At the age of thirty, all of that changed. After getting frustrated with the direction a television show was taking two of its characters, Sherri decided to try her hand at writing an alternate ending, and give the characters their happily ever after. By the time the story finished, it was one of the top ten read stories on the site, and her readers were encouraging her to write more.

Six years later, Sherri is the author of six full-length novels, and one short story. Writing has become a creative outlet for Sherri that allows her to explore a wide range of emotions, while having fun taking her characters through all the twists and turns she can create. She is most well known for her Finding Anna Series about a young woman rescued from being a sex slave by a wealthy Dominant. The third book in that series, Truth, released July 25, 2013.

The Single Most Important Thing A Writer Needs. Period.

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I bet you think I’m going to say ‘an extraordinary vocabulary’, ‘savant-like talent’, or ‘contacts in the publishing industry’, right?

Wrong! Although I’m sure those things would help. In my opinion, the single most important thing any would-be writer needs to reach their dreams is persistence.

And you need persistence for a number of reasons:

Reason #1

You will need persistence in the beginning because there are going to be days you don’t feel like writing, and you are going to have to write anyway. Even if you’re not ‘feeling it’. Even if you think the words you are writing are the worst words ever written IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. And here’s a shock revelation: there’s no such thing as ‘writer’s block’. Entire novels are never realised because writers don’t write through ‘writer’s block’ and instead they wait for inspiration to return. This is why there are brilliant novels only half completed sitting in desk drawers all over the world. The best way to combat ‘writer’s block’ is to write through it. Just keep going. Because you can edit bad words, you can’t edit no words.

Reason #2

Another reason you need persistence is because you will be rejected. A lot. Often for years on end. There are very few successful authors out there who haven’t felt the sting of rejection at the beginning of their careers. JK Rowling, Stephen King, John le Carre, and John Grisham were all rejected by publishers. So you have to have a real belief in yourself, and the work, to get through this stage. You have to persevere and just keep posting your manuscript to agents and/or publishers. Some days, this will be the hardest thing you have ever done and you will be moistening your postage stamps with your tears.

Reason #3

Finally, you will need persistence because becoming a published author can be a years long—if not a decades long—process. If you are writing a book to ‘get rich quick’ then boy have I got some bad news for you! Firstly, the writing process is a long one because after you’ve written that first draft you need to put it away for a month before coming back to it and redrafting. And repeat. I wouldn’t recommend sending your manuscript anywhere until you’ve done at least four or five drafts. Once you send it out, each agent/publisher can take up to two months to get back to you, if they get back to you at all.

I’m not the world’s best writer. English students will not study my books 100 years from now (not in the least because my books are NOT PG rated), but I am persistent to the point of idiocy. It was a seven-year process from when I first starting writing The Enemy Inside to it finally being released. It took me a long time to whip my first draft into shape. It took me a long time (and two agents) to find the right publisher. And it took over a year for the publishing process itself to happen. But I never gave up; I kept going, so make sure you do too!

The Enemy Inside is available on Amazon, Kobo, Booktopia, Book Depository and on The Writer’s Coffee Shop website. The sequel to The Enemy Inside, Broken, will be released in February 2014.

Ignore the little voice!

So, I just finished the first draft of my fourth book, the third in the Edge of Darkness series, and the whole thing’s been rather hilarious.

Not the book itself (or though it might be hilariously bad, that remains to be seen), no the reason it’s been hilarious is because three months ago I sat down to write and I thought: ‘I can’t do this’.

As I faced 400-odd blank pages for the fourth time, my mind was screaming: ‘I have no idea how to do this!’ For about a day other such thoughts floated across my mind as I attempted to write. Then they started again, as I commenced each new chapter.

Who am I to write a book?

I have no formal training in this.

I have no idea where to start.

I don’t even have the story planned out.

I don’t remember how I wrote the three books before this.

Those other books were just a fluke.

I’m a total fraud.

Etc, etc, ad infinitum.

They were the same thoughts as those that plagued me as when I sat down to write my first book. And the second one. And the third.

And that’s when I realized two things:

1)   Clearly this is going to happen with every book I write and I shouldn’t let it stop me; and, most importantly,

2)   The only difference between people who write books, and people who want to and don’t, is a willingness to ignore the little voice.

How many people have been stopped from writing because of that little voice in their heads?

How many people have a great idea for a book that never gets off the ground because they believe that annoying little voice and don’t bother even getting started?

Screw the little voice! The little voice doesn’t know what it’s talking about! Ignore it!

The little voice is just your fear. It doesn’t know anything that you don’t know. It’s not your ‘intuition’ or your ‘gut’. I’m pretty sure every writer on the planet has that little voice, but the successful ones ignore it and write anyway.

If you can push through the self-doubt and the fear and get some words down on the paper, then you’re well on your way. Making a start is the hardest part.

Get cracking!

And check out the first book in the Edge of Darkness series, The Enemy Inside, here.

Why we love Dexter and an alternate ending…

So Dexter had 3.3 million viewers watching its final episode ever!  I must admit I tuned in with a bit of trepidation, I was concerned whether TV’s favorite serial killer would get a fitting send-off. While a fairy tale ending for a man who has killed close to 100 people would be disingenuous, having Dexter sitting in a cell for the rest of his life, or dead, would be disappointing.

I love a morally ambiguous character who works on the right side of justice, and I’ve loved Dexter and his dark passenger since I first read Jeff Lindsay’s Darkly Dreaming Dexter many years ago. As I’m touring around promoting my own morally ambiguous character, Berg, in my crime fiction novel The Enemy Inside, I often try to explain to my readers why people love a ‘good’ serial killer. To me, the answer is simple: I think many people feel that justice, true justice, has been lost in a modern justice system that seems to be increasingly dedicated to setting the guilty free. I think many people feel, as do Berg and Dexter, that ‘some people just need killing’. I love exploring this in my books, there is a wealth of characterization to be discovered in the fine line between justice and vigilantism and what tips a seemingly normal person over to the ‘dark side’. I talk more about this here.

Anyway, back to Dexter. The end was ok, it certainly could have been much worse. Would I have ended it the way they did? No…for a couple of reasons. WARNING, SPOLIER ALERT. Firstly, I don’t believe that Dexter would have willingly left Harrison, certainly not with a fellow serial killer who has no problem removing those who become inconvenient to her from her life. And Deb stroking out in the hospital? Come on, that felt like a cheap way for her to die. One thing I DID love is the scene where Dexter kills Saxon right under the nose of the Miami Metro with a PEN. GOLD. Anyway, it’s easy to critique when you’re not doing the writing and the writers on Dexter have done a great job for eight seasons.

Here’s how I would have ended it:

We open with the doctors working on Deb in the hospital, who is coding. Quinn calls Dexter, who is at the airport with Hanna and Harrison, telling him to get to the hospital. But Elway is lurking and the three of them are too conspicuous together. Hanna tells Dexter to go and that she will ‘take care of it and see him in Argentina’.

Dexter arrives at the hospital to find that Deb has died (sorry, Deb, you die in either scenario, it’s not that I don’t like you, your potty mouth delighted me on a weekly basis and once made me snort red wine out my nose). Quinn is devastated and says he wants Saxon dead. Dexter, with that look of calm rage on his face that we all know and love, says ‘so do I’ and leaves the room. Quinn frowns says goodbye to Deb, kisses her, and walks out, following Dex.

Elway is still stalking Hanna at the airport while swigging what we can assume is his special home brewed electrolyte mix. He’s jostled from behind by some random dude and drops his bottle, which rolls under a row of seats. The guy who jostles him apologizes and searches for it for a few moments, finds the bottle for Elway hands it back to him. Elway is about to drink from it, when he smiles and shakes his head and drops the bottle in the garbage. He goes to a nearby café and orders a fresh bottle of water from the cashier, while looking around the airport for Hanna. A uniformed server who is making the coffees hands the cashier the water bottle, who gives it to Elway. He cracks it open and takes a drink while he walks back into the airport. A few moments later he starts to choke and falls on the floor. Cut to Hanna throwing her café uniform in a corner, paying off the jostling dude, grabbing Harrison’s hand and boarding their plane.

Saxon’s bleeding and seriously pissed off. He takes the gun and sets off in search of Dexter, seeing a news report about Deb’s death. A cop recognizes him and follows him, Saxon kills him and looks up Deb’s address from the cop car, driving it there. Dexter sees the cop car out the front of Deb’s house and thinks nothing of it. He goes inside with the intent of getting a weapon, as his knives are now with Miami Metro. Quinn watches from the car. Saxon jumps Dex. Epic fight ensues, and Dexter gets the upper hand. Quinn here’s the sounds of things breaking and rushes inside.

Quinn arrives as Dexter calmly dispatches Saxon despite the fact that the guy is unarmed and surrendering. He draws his gun and asks Dexter what the hell he’s doing. Dexter calmly goes about wrapping up Saxon’s body for disposal with garbage bags and tell Quinn ‘what you wanted’. Quinn watches Dexter and realizes that Dexter’s done this before, and says as much, asking ‘Are you going to kill me now?’ Dexter says no, that Quinn doesn’t fit his code. They discuss the code. Quinn realizes his suspicions about Dex in previous seasons are true and asks if Deb knew about Dexter, he says that she did. Gun still drawn, Quinn asks who else Dexter has killed. Dex tells him about the Russian dudes from the Koshka Brotherhood and Travis Marshall. Quinn asks if Dex killed Rita. He says no, Trinity did, and he killed Trinity for it because he loved Rita, as much as he was able. Quinn asks if Dex made the blood evidence against him go away in the Liddy case, Dex says yes. Dex asks Quinn if he’s going to arrest him. Quinn says no and puts away his gun, remembering that he killed the Russian guy for Nadia and covered it up. He asked what Dex will do with the body, Dex tells him he’s got it under control. Quinn walks away.

Dexter watches Deb’s house burn from the shadows, regretting letting Saxon live and realizes Vogel was right, and there is a place in society for him. He dumps Saxon’s body on his boat and unties it from the dock, knowing the boat and body will disappear with the approaching storm.

Cut to Argentina, where local asshole is heard boasting about raping women to his friends. He spies Hanna sitting alone drinking a coffee. Hanna looks nervous under his intense gaze, abruptly leaving the café, her coffee undrunk. At the encouragement of his friends, the asshole follows her. Hanna moves faster and faster, trying to get away, the man following. She darts down an alley in an attempt to get away, breaking into a run, only to find a dead end, the man laughs as he corners her, pulling out a huge knife. Cue Dexter, who emerges from the shadows, with his trusty syringe, rendering the man unconscious. The next thing we see is the man on Dexter’s table, surrounded by the usual photos of his victims and wrapped in plastic (does anyone else always think of Twin Peaks every time they see this, or is it just me?). As Dexter’s about to kill the asshole, his cell rings. He gags the man and answers. It’s a newly promoted Quinn on the other end, explaining he has a problem that needs Dexter’s ‘unique set of skills’. Dexter agrees to pay a visit to Miami and they arrange to meet. Dexter hangs up, explaining to Hanna, who we see sitting in the corner of the room, that Quinn has ‘another job for me’ and asks Hanna to look after Harrison for a few days. Hanna agrees and asks if Dexter wants her to keep teaching Harrison The Code. Dexter says it’s a good idea, as ‘Harrison was born in blood, just like me’. (After all, the family that kills together, stays together). Cut to Dexter’s face as he plunges the knife into the chest of the rapist, blood spattering over his facemask. The end.

The Enemy Inside is now available!

Well, I gotta tell ya, I thought this day would never come! Seven years after I first sat down to write the first chapter thanks to a super annoying dream, The Enemy Inside is published and available in paperback and ebook! Three agents, one name change, several editors and 2,147 tantrums later, it’s here!!

As a ‘get rich quick’ scheme, this has been an epic fail, but as an exercise in persistence and thick skinedness (that’s totally a word), it has been a major success!

Anyway, I’m off to have a little cry now, and you can get your copy at the following places:

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