Date to Die for: Series
#1 When dating ends in deaths and threats, Molly might be better off staying single. During one of Molly’s weekly meet-ups with her girls at their regular bar, Molly succumbs to the duress of her two best friends and begins the aggressive dating they sign her up for online where the pairings are questionable… and dangerous. They’ve entered her in an evening of speed dating. But at the end of the evening she finds an item from her past that raises questions, grief… and danger.
When the number of deaths surpass Molly’s goodnight kisses, her past pushes into the present and Molly loses much more than she gains. A stalker has focused on Molly and refuses to let anyone else date her. But she refuses to be single for the rest of her life.
Is Molly doomed to a life of singledom wrapped in fear – or will the stalker turn on her
#2, Oh No, He Didn’t!
Molly is ready to meet up with her first date – Crisco Ethan. But first she has to survive threats at work and fear at home. Will Brad-the-bartender make a move or flirt from afar? The stalker is closing in and Molly has a terrible feeling she won’t stay untouched for long. Can she lean on Brad or is her heart pushing her toward danger?
#3 Dinner for Two
Getting ready to message her next date, Molly comes across an email from the stalker that might tear her apart. The aftereffects swallow her sanity and she struggles to stay in the everyday while battling the knowledge that he can find her anywhere. Nowhere is safe.
Is Brad as involved as circumstances suggest? Or is a man out there that wants nothing more than to keep her all to himself – dead or alive?
#4 Don’t Look Back!
At work, a special delivery slams home the seriousness of the situation. How many more lives will be affected by the man’s obsession with Molly? Molly’s stalker attacks close to home.
Can she find safety? Can anyone?
#5 Dirty Twist
The stakes are high and Molly has learned how desperate her stalker has made her. Tormented with more kidnappings and deaths, Molly searches for answers in all the wrong places. Will she find what she’s looking for? Or will her fear continue to paralyze her, leaving her open for the ultimate end?
#6 Check Mate
What precautions can a single girl take to protect herself from a sociopath? Why, move in with the crush and bring his ass in to play the game, of course. Even with all the bravado, Molly still learns she has a lot more to lose. Can she come back from the turmoil? Or is she doomed to misery for the rest of her short life?
#7 Last Chance
In a desperate attempt to save someone she cares about, Molly faces her would-be killer.
But who it is devastates her. If the killer has their way, Molly will die at their side.
Can Molly escape or will she finally be on a Date to Die for?
I held my breath. Oh mother-of-red-paint-I’ll-never-do-anything-bad-again-
Swinging open, the door disappeared, leaving behind blinding light. I covered my
eyes with my hands and bit back the whimper in my throat.
“Molly? Are you okay?” Claudia’s concern washed over me, bringing a flood of
shame and embarrassment.
Even flushed with emotion, I couldn’t leave the security of the three solid walls
around me. Not right then. I bit my lip, staring at her knees, unable to look upward. “I
just need a little bit of time, if that’s okay?”
She might have nodded, I’m not sure. After I spoke, I turned my face to the wall
and closed my eyes, waiting for her to leave.
Claudia proved to be an even better friend than I’d originally thought. She did
I returned to counting the creaks and groans and my breaths as they rebounded off
the wall and slapped me in the face.
The time that passed had no numerical value… at least not to me. But I must have
fallen asleep at some point because a knock on the door snapped me from the black void
into another black void.
Oh, the closet. Right.
“Yeah?” I croaked.
Claudia opened the door and crouched to meet my level. She held out a tray filled
with a plate, bowl, glass, and silverware. “Hey, I brought you some food.” She struck a
match and lit a candle on the tray.
I covered my eyes, leaning my head back. “Thanks.” But I didn’t want it. No
food. No light. Nothing. I wanted to exist in my square-man-made-cave, turn my mind
off, just be.