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IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL SOMEBODY GETS KILLED...

Famed FBI Agent Hank Garrison has caught his fair share of criminals, but after failing to capture a murderer he decides that it would be best to take some time off and spend it in Florida with his wife and children. Unfortunately, as soon as Garrison arrives in the Sunshine State he realizes that crime just won't take time off from him. A series of murders take place during Garrison's vacation and somehow each victim is mysteriously connected to him. With the killer leaving subtle clues it becomes apparent to Garrison that someone is playing a game with him- a game like no other- one where the rules are deadly. And like every game, there can only be one winner in the end.


REVIEWS FROM AMAZON.COM:

Very Original, September 10, 2005
Reviewer: Greg Gibson "BookCrazed" (New York, NY) -
This was an intelligently written murder mystery with a creative serialistic killer that plays a game with the protaganist of the book -FBI Agent Hank Garrison- trying to see just how great of a detective he really is. The mystery keeps unfolding as more and more bodies are becoming slaughtered. This is certainly not a brainless murder mystery, I found myself thinking a lot about what was going on and what potentially could happen next. Each chapter ended in a way that left me in suspense and I had to keep on reading just to see what happened next. The short chapters made the book hard to put down and lent to its fast-paced thriller aspect. You will find yourself trying to figure out who the killer is, who the next victim will be, and why the murders are taking place in the first place. Every character is set up so that each one could potentially be the criminal mastermind behind all the bloodshed, but each one could also just as easily be the next victim. The story is well thought out and certainly engaging. Throughout the whole book the plot continuously builds and the mystery begins unfolding as more and more bodies and evidence pile up. The ending is excellent, with a shock inducing final chapter. It's a great debut and I found it to be very intriguing. I also loved the foreshadowing the author uses throughout. Two thumbs up on this one for the 22-year-old author!



GREAT GAME!, July 10, 2005
Reviewer: Paul (Tampa, FL) - FIVE STARS
I read a lot of mystery novels in my spare time and I came across The Killing Game by word of mouth. I figured it was time to veer away from all the older mystery authors so I gave this first-time, young, author a chance and read the book. I am glad that I did. The book is absolutely engaging. It has a great storyline and many clever plot twists. I felt like a real detective with every turn of the page. The chapters are quick which makes you want to continue reading and it becomes hard to put it down and take a break. It draws you in from the beginning and leaves you in awe at the end. I liked it a lot.


A Must Read!!, July 16, 2005
Reviewer: MAC (Rhode Island) - FIVE STARS
The Killing Game was a suspenseful novel that keeps the reader on the edge of their seat. Through the entire novel you are kept guessing. The novel is well written and well thought out. You never want to put it down. If you enjoy mystery novels this book is a must read! Highly recommended!!!!!!




Reviews from BarnesandNoble.com

Ted, A reviewer, September 7, 2005,
Awestruck
If you're looking for a book that will keep you up until you are finished I would buy this one. It was impossible to put down. More twists and turns than a rollercoaster and every time I felt like I solved the mystery I was thrown a curve. What a great read!!

The Killing Game is a modern day 'who done it?' and a guaranteed page turner! !
EXCERPT FROM BOOK:
The aroma of alcohol and urine still filled the apartment's air, but a new scent had been recently added.
The stench of death.
Yellowed newspapers carpeted the floor, just as they always had. On the top of the torn and tattered plaid couch was a trash bag half full of clothes.
A bloodied white sleeve was draped over one side of the large, dark green bag. Blood slowly dripped down the sleeve and on to the couch. The cushion sopped up the red liquid.
On the floor lay two bloodstained shoe slip-ons, the kind used by surgeons in the operating room. On the side of them were two once white gloves, now drenched in blood. They formed a puddle on the floor. The blood was quickly drying up and becoming sticky.
The bathroom was dirtier this time. The floor was still damp from whoever had showered last. Damp from whoever tried to wash their bloodstained body. A towel covered in watered-down blood was thrown to one corner. It had been used to dry off a killer. The reddened hue of the towel added color to the off-white room.
Someone had been here recently.
A murderer had been here.
The sink was still spotless and glistening, but now the mirrored medicine cabinet was slightly cracked. The room was not nearly as perfect as it had been before. It was no longer the sanctuary of cleanliness from the disgust that surrounded it. It was now solely a room of sinful sanitation, but whoever tried to wash away their sins didn't do so completely.
Sin still lurked.
A clean towel was draped over the bathroom door, waiting to be used. Waiting to be thrown into the corner with the other.
The suit that had been hanging from the doorknob was missing. Only a bent hanger was left.
The kitchen was also changed. A can of diet cola was left on the table, a half eaten ham sandwich by its side. Flies gathered around the meat. Happily they flew to and from the feast. All at once a swarm would land on the sandwich, rub their little legs together, eat what they could, fly away, then fly back for more.
It was nonstop repetition.
To and from the flies gathered.
Back and forth.
The small storage room full of tools and other objects had been invaded. The items that crowded the room were even less in order than they had been.
Someone was searching for something.
The same newspaper clipping that had been fastened to the wooden floorboards by an arrow and an axe still remained. It was much more tattered than before. The headline was almost undecipherable. A large knife now stabbed the upper section once pierced by an arrow. The lower section was vacant of the sharpened axe that once befriended the spot.
In its place lay a wooden bat.
Murder was waiting...