Scream for Meby Karen Rose
For her exciting debut in hardcover, New York Times bestselling author Karen Rose delivers a heart-stopping suspense novel that picks up where DIE FOR ME left off, with a detective determined to track down a brutal murderer.
Special Agent Daniel Vartanian has sworn to find the perpetrator of multiple killings that mimic a 13-year-old murder linked to a/b>
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For her exciting debut in hardcover, New York Times bestselling author Karen Rose delivers a heart-stopping suspense novel that picks up where DIE FOR ME left off, with a detective determined to track down a brutal murderer.
Special Agent Daniel Vartanian has sworn to find the perpetrator of multiple killings that mimic a 13-year-old murder linked to a collection of photographs that belonged to his brother, Simon, the ruthless serial killer who met his demise in DIE FOR ME. Daniel is certain that someone even more depraved than his brother committed these crimes, and he's determined to bring the current murderer to justice and solve the mysterious crime from years ago.
With only a handful of images as a lead, Daniel's search will lead him back through the dark past of his own family, and into the realm of a mind more sinister than he could ever imagine. But his quest will also draw him to Alex Fallon, a beautiful nurse whose troubled past reflects his own. As Daniel becomes attached to Alex, he discovers that she is also the object of the obsessed murderer. Soon, he will not only be racing to discover the identity of this macabre criminal, but also to save the life of the woman he has begun to love.
Karen Rose writes blistering, high-octane suspense that never lets up. Before I could finish SCREAM FOR ME, I had to get up and make sure my doors were locked. Don't miss it!"Karen Robards, New York Times bestselling author of Obsession"
Mesmerizing. Fabulous suspense. Masterful writing."Betina Krahn, New York Times bestselling author of The Marriage Test"
From the first rousing chapter to the last, SCREAM FOR ME is intense, complex, and unforgettable."James Patterson"
SCREAM FOR ME has everything a great suspense novel should have: cold chills, hot thrills, and characters that come alive."Allison Brennan"
Rose paints her characters with a flesh and blood brush, bringing life to their every word and gesture. SCREAM FOR ME loudly announces that there could well be a new thriller sheriff in town."Lorenzo Carcaterra
Bestseller Rose makes her hardcover debut with this intricately plotted romantic thriller, a sequel to Die for Me(2007). Georgia Bureau of Investigation Special Agent Daniel Vartanian, having recently buried his parents, who were done in by his late serial-killer brother, Simon, looks into a series of killings that appear to copycat the brutal rape and murder of Alicia Tremaine 13 years earlier. In the course of his investigation, Daniel meets Alex Fallon, an attractive nurse who asks him to help locate her hairdresser stepsister, Bailey Crighton, who's mysteriously disappeared. In a twist, Alex turns out to be Alicia's twin sister. The romance between Daniel and Alex intensifies along with the suspense as the body count rises. This chilling novel will leave Rose's fans breathlessly anticipating her next release. (May)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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By Karen Rose
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Chapter One Arcadia, Georgia, Present day Friday, January 26, 1:25 a.m.
He'd chosen her with care. Taken her with relish. Made her scream, long and loud.
Mack O'Brien shivered. It still gave him goose bumps. Still made his blood race and his nostrils flare as he remembered how she'd looked, sounded. Tasted. The taste of pure fear was like nothing else. This he knew. She'd been his first murder. She would not be his last.
He'd chosen her final resting place with equal care. He let her body roll off his back and drop to the soggy ground with a muted thud. He squatted next to her and arranged the rough brown blanket in which he'd wrapped her like a shroud, his anticipation growing. Sunday was the annual cross-county bicycle race. One hundred cyclists would be passing this way. He'd placed her so that she'd be visible from the road.
Soon she would be found. Soon they would hear of her demise.
They'll wonder. And they'll suspect each other. They'll all be afraid.
He stood, satisfied with his handiwork. He wanted them to be afraid. He wanted them to shake and tremble like girls. He wanted them to know the true taste of fear.
Because he knew that taste, just as he knew hunger and fury. That he knew all those flavors so intimately was their fault.
He looked down, nudged the brown blanket with his toe. She had paid. Soon, every one of them would suffer and they would pay. Soon they'd know he'd returned.
Hello, Dutton. Mack is back. And he wouldn't rest until he'd ruined them all.
Cincinnati, Ohio, Friday, January 26, 2:55 p.m.
"Ow. That hurt."
Alex Fallon glanced down at the pale, sullen teenage girl. "I suppose it does at that." Quickly Alex taped the IV needle in place. "Maybe you'll remember this the next time you're tempted to skip school, eat an entire hot fudge sundae, and end up in the ER. Vonnie, you have diabetes and denial won't change that. You have to follow-"
"My diet," Vonnie snarled. "I know already. Why can't everybody leave me alone?"
The words echoed in Alex's mind, as they always did. Gratitude to her family mixed with the sympathy for her patient, as it always did. "One of these days you're going to eat the wrong thing and end up ... downstairs."
Vonnie gave her best shot at belligerence. "So? What's downstairs anyway?"
"The morgue." Alex held the girl's startled gaze. "Unless that's what you want."
Abruptly, Vonnie's eyes filled with tears. "Some days it is."
"I know, honey." And she understood more than anyone outside her family imagined. "But you're going to have decide which it's going to be. Live or die."
"Alex?" Letta, their charge nurse, poked her head into the examination room. "You've got an urgent call on two. I can take over in here."
Alex squeezed Vonnie's shoulder. "I'm done for now." She gave Vonnie the eye. "I don't want to see you in here again." She handed the chart to Letta. "Who is it?"
"Nancy Barker from Fulton County Social Services down in Georgia."
Alex's heart sank. "That's where my stepsister lives."
Letta lifted her brows. "I didn't know you had a stepsister."
Technically Alex didn't, but the story was too long and her relationship with Bailey too convoluted. "I haven't seen her in a long time." Five years, in fact, when Bailey had shown up on Alex's Cincinnati doorstep higher than a kite. Alex had tried to get Bailey into rehab, but Bailey had disappeared, taking Alex's credit cards with her.
Letta's brow creased with concern. "I hope everything's okay."
Alex had been both expecting and dreading this call for years. "Yeah. Me, too."
It was one of those sad ironies, Alex thought as she hurried to the phone. Alex had been the one to attempt suicide all those years ago and Bailey was the one who'd ended up an addict. Family had made a huge difference. Alex had had Kim and Steve and Meredith to get her through. But Bailey's family ... Bailey had no one.
She picked up line two. "This is Alex Fallon."
"This is Nancy Barker. I'm with Fulton County Social Services."
Alex sighed. "Just tell me, is she alive?"
There was a long pause. "Who, Miss Fallon?"
Alex winced at the "Miss." She still wasn't used to not being "Mrs. Preville." Her cousin Meredith said it would be just a matter of time after her divorce, but a year had passed and Alex felt no closure. Perhaps it was because she and her ex still crossed paths several times a week. Right at this moment, as a matter of fact. Alex watched Dr. Richard Preville reach next to the phone for his own messages. Carefully not meeting her eyes, he bobbed an awkward nod. No, sharing shifts with her ex was not speeding her along the road to relationship recovery.
"Miss Fallon?" the woman prompted.
Alex wrenched her focus back. "Bailey. That is who you're calling about, isn't it?"
"Actually I'm calling about Hope."
"Hope." Alex repeated it blankly. "I don't understand. Hope what?"
"Hope Crighton, Bailey's daughter. Your niece."
Alex sat down, stunned. "I didn't know Bailey had a daughter." That poor child.
"Oh. Then you didn't know that you're listed as the emergency contact on all of Hope's registration forms at her preschool."
"No." Alex drew a bolstering breath. "Is Bailey dead, Ms. Barker?"
"I hope not, but we don't know where she is. She didn't show up for work this morning and one of her coworkers went to her house to check on her. The coworker found Hope curled up in a little ball in a closet."
Sick dread settled in Alex's gut, but she kept her voice calm. "And Bailey was gone."
"The last anyone saw her was last night when she picked Hope up from preschool."
Preschool. The child was old enough for preschool and Alex had no idea she'd even existed. Oh, Bailey, what have you done? "And Hope? Was she hurt?"
"Not physically, but she's scared. Very scared. She's not talking to anyone."
"Where is she?"
"Right now she's in emergency foster care." Nancy Barker sighed. "Well, if you're not going to take her, I'll line up a permanent foster family for her."
"I'll take her." The words were out of Alex's mouth before she even knew she planned to say them. But once said, she knew it was the right thing to do.
"You didn't even know she existed until five minutes ago," Barker protested.
"It doesn't matter. I'm her aunt. I'll take her." Like Kim took me. And saved my life. "I'll get there as soon as I can arrange leave from my job and buy a plane ticket."
Alex hung up, turned, and walked into Letta, whose brows were nearly off her forehead. Alex knew she'd been listening. "Well? Can I have the leave?"
Letta's eyes were filled with worry. "Do you have vacation saved up?"
"Six weeks. I haven't taken a day in more than three years." There hadn't been reason to. Richard never had time to go anywhere. He'd always been working.
"Then start out with vacation," Letta said. "I'll get somebody to cover your shifts. But, Alex, you know nothing about this child. Maybe she has a disability or special needs."
"I'll cope," Alex said. "She has no one, and she's family. I won't abandon her."
"Like her mother did." Letta tilted her head. "Like your mother did you."
Alex fought the wince, keeping her face impassive. Her past was only a few clicks away from anyone with Google. But Letta did mean well, so Alex made her lips curve. "I'll call you when I get down there and find out more. Thanks, Letta."
Arcadia, Georgia, Sunday, January 28, 4:05 p.m.
"Welcome back, Danny boy," Special Agent Daniel Vartanian murmured to himself as he got out of his car and surveyed the scene. He'd only been gone two weeks, but it had been an eventful two weeks. It was time to get back to work, back to his life. Which in Daniel's case meant the same thing. Work was his life, and death was his work.
Avenging death, that was. Not causing it. He thought of the past two weeks, of all the death, all the lives destroyed. It was enough to drive a man insane, if he let it. Daniel didn't intend to let it. He'd go back to his life, finding justice for one victim at a time. He'd make a difference. It was the only way he knew to ... atone.
The victim this day was a woman. She'd been found in a ditch on the side of the road, which was now lined with law enforcement vehicles of all shapes and functions.
The crime lab was already here, as was the ME. Daniel stopped at the edge of the road where someone had strung yellow crime scene tape and peered down into the ditch where the body lay, a tech from the ME's office crouched by her side. She'd been wrapped in a brown blanket that had been pulled away just enough to do the exam. Daniel could see she had dark hair and was perhaps five foot six. She was nude and her face was ... damaged. He'd lifted one leg over the tape when a voice stopped him.
"Stop, sir. This area is off limits."
Straddling the tape, Daniel looked over his shoulder to where a young, earnest-faced officer stood, one hand on his weapon. "I'm Special Agent Daniel Vartanian, Georgia Bureau of Investigation."
The man's eyes widened. "Vartanian? You mean-I mean-" He took a breath and straightened abruptly. "I'm sorry, sir. I was just surprised, that's all."
Daniel nodded, giving the young man a kind smile. "I understand." He didn't like it, but he did understand. The name Vartanian had gotten quite a bit of publicity in the week since his brother Simon's death, none of it good, all of it deserved. Simon Vartanian had taken seventeen lives in Philadelphia-two of those victims his own parents. The story had made every newspaper in the country. It would be a long time before the name Vartanian could be said without a wide-eyed response. "Where can I find the sheriff?"
The officer pointed about forty feet down the road. "That's Sheriff Corchran."
"Thanks, Officer." Daniel pulled his leg back over the tape and started walking again, conscious of the officer's eyes following him. In two minutes everyone here would know a Vartanian was on the scene. Daniel hoped he could keep the hubbub to a minimum. This wasn't about him or any other Vartanian, it was about that woman lying in the ditch wrapped in a brown blanket. She had family somewhere, people who would be missing her. People who would need justice and closure to get on with their lives.
Daniel had once thought justice and closure to be the same thing, that knowing a perpetrator had been caught and punished for his crimes closed the book on a painful chapter in the lives of the victims and their families. Now, hundreds of crimes, victims, and families later, he understood that every crime created a ripple effect, touched lives in ways that could never be measured. Simply knowing evil had been punished wasn't always enough to allow one to move on. Daniel knew all about that, too.
"Daniel." It was a surprised greeting from Ed Randall, head of the crime lab team. "I didn't know you were back."
"Just today." It was supposed to have been tomorrow, but having been away for two weeks, Daniel was next in the barrel for an assignment. When this call had come in, his boss had called him back in early. He stuck out his hand to the sheriff. "Sheriff Corchran, I'm Special Agent Vartanian, GBI. We'll provide any support you request."
The sheriff's eyes widened as he shook Daniel's hand. "Any relation to ...?"
God help me, yes. He made himself smile. "I'm afraid so."
Corchran studied him shrewdly. "You ready to be back?"
No. Daniel kept his voice level. "Yes. If it's a problem, I can request someone else."
Corchran seemed to consider it and Daniel waited, keeping his temper carefully locked down. It wasn't right, wasn't fair, but being judged by his family's deeds was his reality. Finally Corchran shook his head. "No, you don't need to do that. We're good."
Daniel's temper settled and again he made himself smile. "Good. So can you tell me what happened? Who discovered the body and when?"
"Today was our annual Cycle Challenge and this road is part of the course. One of the cyclists noticed the blanket. He didn't want to lose the race, so he called 911 and kept cycling. I have him waiting at the finish line if you need to talk to him."
"I'll want to talk to him, yes. Did anyone else stop?"
"No, we got lucky," Ed Randall said. "We had an undisturbed scene when we got here and no crowd watching-they were all at the finish line."
"That doesn't happen very often. Who was first on the scene from your department, Sheriff?" Daniel asked.
"Larkin. He lifted only a corner of the blanket to see her face." Corchran's stony face flinched, a telling sign. "I immediately called you guys. We don't have the resources to investigate a scene like this."
Daniel acknowledged the final statement with a nod. He appreciated sheriffs like Corchran who were willing to bring in the Georgia Bureau of Investigation. So many were territorial, viewing any GBI involvement as ... a swarm of locusts descending on their town. Yes, that's how the sheriff of Daniel's hometown had put it only two weeks ago. "We'll work with you in whatever capacity you choose, Sheriff."
"For now, take it all," Corchran said. "My department is at your disposal." His jaw squared. "We haven't had a murder in Arcadia in the ten years since I've been in office. We want to see whoever did that go away for a long time."
"We do, too." Daniel turned to Ed. "So what do you know?"
"She was killed somewhere else and dumped here. Her body was found wrapped in a brown blanket."
"Like a shroud," Daniel murmured and Ed nodded.
"Just like. The blanket appears to be new, it's some wool blend. Her face was beaten badly and there was bruising around her mouth. The ME can give you more on that. There's no sign of struggle down there and no footprints up or down the slope."
Daniel frowned and looked down into the ditch. It was a drainage ditch and the water ran down to the storm sewer about a hundred yards away. The sides were smooth mud. "Then he must have walked through the water to the storm sewer, then up to the road." He considered it a moment. "This bike race. Was it widely publicized?"
Corchran nodded. "This is a big fund-raiser for the local youth clubs, so the boosters put flyers in towns fifty miles away. Besides, we've had this race on the last Sunday in January for more than ten years. We get bikers from up north who want to ride where it's warmer. It's a pretty big deal."
"Then he wanted her to be found," Daniel said.
"Daniel." The ME techs came over the crime scene tape. One of them went straight to their rig and the other stopped next to Ed. "Good to see you back."
"Good to be back, Malcolm. What do you know?"
Malcolm Zuckerman stretched his back. "That it's going to be fun getting the body out of that ditch. The incline's steep and the mud's slick. Trey's gonna jerry-rig a crane."
"Malcolm," Daniel said with exaggerated patience. Malcolm was always complaining about his back or weather conditions or something. "What do you know about the victim?"
"Female, Caucasian, mid-twenties most likely. She's been dead about two days. Cause of death appears to be asphyxiation. Bruising on her buttocks and inner thighs indicates sexual assault. Her face has been beaten with a blunt object. Don't know what yet, but it caused significant damage to her facial structure. Nose, cheekbones, jaw are all broken." He frowned. "The beating of her face may have been postmortem."
Daniel lifted a brow. "So he wanted her to be found, but not identified."
"That's what I'm thinkin'. I'm betting we won't find her prints in the system. There is a pattern of bruises to the side of her mouth, could be from her assailant's fingers."
"He held his hand over her mouth until she smothered," Corchran muttered, his jaw clenched. "Then pounded her face to pulp. Sonofabitch."
"That's what it looks like," Malcolm said, sympathy in his voice, but a weariness in his eyes Daniel more than understood. Too many bodies, too many sonsofbitches. "We'll get more once the doc does the examination. You done with me, Danny?"
"Yeah. Call me when you do the autopsy. I want to be there."
Malcolm shrugged. "Suit yourself. Doc Berg will probably start after Three-M."
"What's Three-M?" Corchran asked as Malcolm went back to the ME rig to wait.
"Morgue morning meeting," Daniel told him. "That means Dr. Berg will probably start the autopsy at nine-thirty or ten. You're welcome if you want to watch."
Corchran swallowed. "Thanks. I will if I can."
Corchran looked a little green and Daniel didn't blame him. It wasn't easy to watch the MEs do their thing. The sound of the bone saws still made Daniel queasy after years of autopsies. "That's fine. What else, Ed?"
"We got shots of all the area around the body and on both sides of the ditch," Ed said. "Video and still. We'll search this side of the ditch first so Malcolm won't destroy anything getting her out of here, then we'll set up the lights and search the rest." He waved at his team and they headed over the tape. Ed started to follow, then hesitated before drawing Daniel aside. "I'm sorry about your parents, Daniel," he said quietly. "I know there's nothing I can say. I just wanted you to know."
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After a string of brutal murders takes Special Agent Daniel Vartanian to Philadelphia, dark secrets from the past bring him back to Dillon, GA. There he meets Alex Fallon, whose own tortured past has forced her to return to the last place she ever wanted to go. Compelled to search for a missing person from her painful past, Alex becomes entangled in the investigation of a copy cat murderer. The original murder is what sent her away from Dillon years ago. In a town where nobody is who they seem, years of secrets and lies erupt in a series of murders. And when Daniel discovers that Alex is a target of the killer, he races to discover the truth and protect the woman he finds himself falling in love with. Roses' eighth novel and hardcover debut, SCREAM FOR ME is her best yet. It is the second in Roses' FOR ME trilogy but is outstanding as a stand alone novel. Readers will appreciate Roses' trademark bone-chilling suspense, diabolical plot twists and secondary characters who all cry out for a sequel of their own. And they are sure to appreciate this sturdy hardcover, because it will go on their keeper shelf to be read again and again.
Once again I have read a Karen Rose book that delivered. This book brings back Daniel Vartanian from Die for Me along with some new and wonderful characters. It is a fabulously written story that will keep you on edge reading it, but will also make you laugh and cry. That is what makes this and all of her books so wonderful. While that keep the thrill level high, that also hit all of your other emotions. I would recommend this book to anyone, along with any other her other books to read as well as to own.
This is the first book I read from Karen Rose and I will definitely be reading more from her. I really enjoyed the plot and the characters and how she ties everything in together. I couldn't put the book down!
Scream For Me is a chilling tale of romantic suspense by Karen Rose. ______________ Special Agent Daniel Vartanian is back on the job after dealing with a ruthless serial killer, his brother Simon. Simon left behind a group of photos showing despicable things being down to young women. These photos haunt Daniel. When woman start to show up dead in town, Daniel is convinced that somehow these photos are connected. ___________ Alex Fallon rushes to Georgia when her step sister is reported missing leaving a young child to be cared for. When Local law enforcement is unwilling to help, she then turns to the Georgia Bureau of Investigation. Her first meeting with Daniel shocks him. Alex resembles one of the victims in those old photos. Alex's twin sister Alicia was murdered years ago and it has always haunted her soul. _____________ Soon more women are turning up dead and Alex is in the killers sight. Daniel is drawn to Alex's strength and beauty. He will do anything within his powers to protect this woman who has worked her way into his heart. ______________ Daniel makes Alex feel alive and willing to take chances. These two meet and fall in love under stressful circumstances. Will their happiness outlast the killers plans to harm Alex? _____________ Karen Rose books are a must have for me. They keep be clued to the pages, trying to figure out who is the killer. Scream For Me is gut wrenching story, the killer is pure evil and will make you wary. The romance between Alex and Daniel is sensational, these two characters have gone through so much and to have found each other is priceless. I am patiently waiting for Karen's next book...
I read this book in two days. I just could not put it down. And I loved the fact that I did not guess the final bad guy at all it was a surprise at the end. Loved it! It followed 'Die for Me' perfectly and left a perfect opening for another spinoff book in the future. Can't wait for it.
Scream For me is such a fantastic read, I love how the characters meet by chance in Dillion the last place either of them want to be. if you like mystery and suspense you will love this book. I know I did!!!
Karen Rose has touched every base with this one! Her writing is clean and energetic, her characters fully-developed and her plotting is mind-blowingly thorough and original. Whew. This was one book I could not put down. Having read the previous book in the trilogy, Die For Me, made reading this book a richer experience, but it wasn't necessary to enjoy the rich tapestry of suspense and terror and romance and human drama she has created. Even more impressive is Rose's insight into human psychology and her sensitive portrayal of people living through and growing past great trauma. I highly recommend this book, but give yourself plenty of time to luxuriate in it. . . it deserves your full attention!
After a string of brutal murders takes Special Agent Daniel Vartanian to Philadelphia, dark secrets from the past bring him back to Dillon, GA. There he meets Alex Fallon, whose own tortured past has forced her to return to the last place she ever wanted to go. Compelled to search for a missing person from her painful past, Alex becomes entangled in the investigation of a copy cat murderer. The original murder is what sent her away from Dillon years ago. In a town where nobody is who they seem, years of secrets and lies erupt in a series of murders. And when Daniel discovers that Alex is a target of the killer, he races to discover the truth and protect the woman he finds himself falling in love with. Roses¿ eighth novel and hardcover debut, SCREAM FOR ME is her best yet. It is the second in Roses¿ FOR ME trilogy but is outstanding as a stand alone novel. Readers will appreciate Roses¿ trademark bone-chilling suspense, diabolical plot twists and secondary characters who all cry out for a sequel of their own. And they are sure to appreciate this sturdy hardcover, because it will go on their keeper shelf to be read again and again.
If you are a fan of Karen Rose, then you already know all of her romantic suspense books are connected, character wise. I really enjoy this aspect of her books because I am one of those readers that like to feel a bond with the characters and having various past characters make an appearance in future books gives me a warm fuzzy. I first met Daniel Vartanian last year when I read Die For Me. As stated in that review, I didn’t feel much of a connection to him at that time but I also knew that would change when I started this book and I was not disappointed. Scream For Me picks up fairly soon after the last book ends. Special Agent Daniel Vartanian has returned to Georgia and is trying to piece together the horror depicted in his brother Simon’s photographs and come to terms with the fact that his brother was a monster. Daniel receives a shock when he learns that one of the women in the photographs was murdered thirteen years ago and an even bigger shock when he meets her identical twin, Alex. Alex and Daniel begin to work together to find Alex’s step-sister, Bailey, a recovering drug addict who has gone missing and has left behind a young daughter. After an attempt is made on Alex’s life, they realize both cases are connected. Danger escalates as they race against the clock trying to figure out who was behind the crimes thirteen years ago and how they are connected to the murders happening now. The villains are not easily identified in this story and between all of the bad guys and good guys, I had a hard time keeping everybody straight. In addition, there is a lot of back-story to comprehend. Alex’s entire past history plays front and center throughout the entire story and is quite detailed and sometimes complicated. My mistake with this book was choosing the audio book instead of another format. I had to keep backtracking to refresh my memory as to which characters were who and what their roles were. There are just too many details that need to be processed thoroughly. Do yourself a favor and steer clear of the audio format for this book. I really liked Daniel and Alex. On the surface, they are both very strong people who have made something of their lives and are successful. You would never know from looking at them that they each carry a very heavy load of emotional baggage from their pasts. It’s logical that they would be drawn to one another so quickly and with such intense passion. I liked that in spite of the horrors of their painful past histories, they are able to open their hearts and care about others. I am looking forward to reading the third book as it centers on Daniel’s sister, Susannah. I found her to be a very interesting character that I am extremely curious about. I expect it will pick up where this one ends and will pack quite a punch of its own, as well. My final verdict: Scream For Me is a very good book that continues the story that began with Die For Me and will conclude with Kill For Me. I highly recommend this book if you like character driven books packed full of intense suspense, action, intrigue and passion that keep you in anticipation with each chapter. Don’t start here, however. Give yourself a better treat and read all of Karen Rose’s suspense novels, starting with Don’t Tell. You will be glad you did.
Couldn't put it down.