Pulitzer Prize winning author, Jack Deacon, had the perfect life. His first novel, lauded by critics, loved by his readers, reigned for weeks at the top of the New York Times Best Seller list. His story brought him fame, fortune... and Maggie, his beautiful wife. When Maggie was on his arm, when they glided through public appearances and flashing cameras, the whole world watched, and all they saw was love.
All they heard were the rumors.
Whispers of a woman so under her husband’s control, she wasn't allowed out of his sight. The tabloid headlines screamed about the beatings, the bruises, the savage Jack Deacon that no one knew... and the cover up, the damage control as Jack's second novel explodes onto the scene with even greater success than his first.
And Maggie blindsides him with divorce papers.
It’s all there, the real Jack, the psychotic rage, the abuse… and Maggie wants everything he’s built as payment for her suffering. She thought she knew the depth of Jack's rage, of the darkness in his soul. She thought she'd escaped him at last, that she was going to win.
Until Jack killed her.
He killed them all, made them pay for trying to destroy him - Maggie, her lesbian lover, the lawyer - all dead in a murder spree that crisscrossed Manhattan, bathing the city in rage and blood. He sat against the wall of their Co-Op, Maggie's body in a pool of blood in the bedroom doorway, the .357 Magnum dangling from his fingers as he waits for the police to come and end his nightmare... only it is Lucifer, the Fallen Angel, who arrives. He’s come to teach Jack a lesson.
Sometimes vengeance belongs to the devil.
All they heard were the rumors.
Whispers of a woman so under her husband’s control, she wasn't allowed out of his sight. The tabloid headlines screamed about the beatings, the bruises, the savage Jack Deacon that no one knew... and the cover up, the damage control as Jack's second novel explodes onto the scene with even greater success than his first.
And Maggie blindsides him with divorce papers.
It’s all there, the real Jack, the psychotic rage, the abuse… and Maggie wants everything he’s built as payment for her suffering. She thought she knew the depth of Jack's rage, of the darkness in his soul. She thought she'd escaped him at last, that she was going to win.
Until Jack killed her.
He killed them all, made them pay for trying to destroy him - Maggie, her lesbian lover, the lawyer - all dead in a murder spree that crisscrossed Manhattan, bathing the city in rage and blood. He sat against the wall of their Co-Op, Maggie's body in a pool of blood in the bedroom doorway, the .357 Magnum dangling from his fingers as he waits for the police to come and end his nightmare... only it is Lucifer, the Fallen Angel, who arrives. He’s come to teach Jack a lesson.
Sometimes vengeance belongs to the devil.
