The Venus Fix

The Venus Fix

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by M. J. Rose

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As one of New York's top sex therapists, Dr. Morgan Snow sees everything from the abused to the depraved. From high-profile clients with twisted obsessions to courageous survivors, the Butterfield Institute is the sanctuary to heal battered souls.

Morgan Snow's newest patient is a powerful, influential man -- secretly addicted to watching Internet Web cam


As one of New York's top sex therapists, Dr. Morgan Snow sees everything from the abused to the depraved. From high-profile clients with twisted obsessions to courageous survivors, the Butterfield Institute is the sanctuary to heal battered souls.

Morgan Snow's newest patient is a powerful, influential man -- secretly addicted to watching Internet Web cam pornography. He's not alone in his desires. She's also working with a group of high school teenagers equally and dangerously obsessed with these real-time fantasies.

Fantasies that are all too accessible.

Then the women start dying online, right in front of their eyes.

Now it's all about murder.

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Publishers Weekly
In the latest series entry from Rose (The Delilah Complex) to feature psychiatrist Dr. Morgan Snow, a string of murders is plaguing Manhattan, and sexy sex therapist Snow's new patient-a powerful judge with a reputation for being fair and an addiction to Internet pornography-is at the top of the suspect list. While Morgan works with patients addicted to real-time Web cam fantasy girls, someone is killing off the online girls and broadcasting their slow, grisly murders on their own Internet feeds. On the case is Det. Noah Jordain, who maintains a shaky romance with Snow. Soon the investigation is giving their already strained relationship a good rattle, pitting Morgan's professional duty against Noah's. Though creepy letters from the killer to "Dearest" break up the first-person narrative with stabs of dread, this psychological thriller is less thrilling but more thoughtful than the typical genre exercise. As in Rose's first two series entries, Morgan charms as a sex shrink who's seen it all, and the grisly details and bold sexual content blend nicely with themes of family, love and friendship to form a solid whole. (July) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

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Venus -- Mythol. The ancient Roman goddess of beauty and love, especially sensual love.

Fix -- slang (orig. U.S.). A dose of a narcotic drug. Also short for fixation -- Psychol. In Freudian theory, the arresting of the development of a libidinal component at a pregenital stage, so that psychosexual emotions are "fixed" at that point. Also, loosely, an obsession, an idée fixe.

Mine Enemy is growing old --

I have at last Revenge The Palate of the Hate departs If any would avenge --

Let him be quick -- the Viand flits It is a faded Meat

Anger as soon as fed is dead 'Tis starving makes it fat -- Emily Dickinson Dearest,

After all these months,I'm willing to concede.Nothing will make me miss you less. Nothing will ease the razor-sharp pain that wakes me up every morning and keeps me from falling asleep at night.Not while those women roam -- no, not quite women, but witch women who go haunting, casting spells and capturing souls without anyone realizing just how dangerous they are or noticing the evil running in their veins.Evil that glows secret bright in the night and feeds the junkies who drool, eyes glued to their bare breasts and wet lips, ears attuned to low moans and dirty chatter while they stroke, massage, and manipulate themselves to orgasm and then languish in some fugue state until they crash back, back, back to earth.

There are twenty-three days left until your birthday, and to show you how much I love you,I promise,by then all five of these women will have been punished.

What I'm going to do won't bring back my appetite or my curiosity or my energy. It won't do a damn thing for me.That doesn't matter. Because this I do for you.


Twenty-two days remaining Damn, it was freezing. He'd opened the window to chase away the smell of beer and grass and sex, but then he'd fallen asleep, and now it was so cold he didn't even want to stick his head out from under the covers to see if she was still there. But Timothy wanted to come again more than he wanted anything else, so he did it, he pushed the blanket down just enough to peek out.

In his darkened bedroom she was the only thing that he could see. Still there. Still naked. Her lovely breasts with their pink-tipped nipples pointing up.

His erection stirred.

Timothy was awake now, the dreams replaced with a fresh fantasy of what the next minutes would bring. She was golden. That was the best way to describe her: the tawny color of her skin, the long blond curls, and the feeling inside of him that burned like a sun when he was in her glow. And all he had to do was lie back and let her magic work on him.

None of the girls at school were this experienced. Or this gorgeous.

Or this willing.

Penny was sitting in the big red armchair where he'd left her -- her legs spread, playing with a dildo, smiling at him. But it was one weird smile. He leaned forward. Nope, she didn't look right. She was shaking a little and her mouth was sort of contorted into a sick clown's grimace. Then her head fell forward, her back heaved, and she vomited.

Timothy had fooled around with a lot of different crap, but this was weird. What kind of pervert would think this was hot?

Usually Penny was coy and sweet and sexy. Sure, she was a little kinky sometimes with the crazy-shaped dildos she used, but she wasn't moving any of those magic wands in and out of her now.

"Penny," he whispered. "What are you doing?"

Her answer was an agonized groan. Low and feeble. Like the sound a wounded animal might make. Nothing like the exciting sounds she'd made when she was riding the lubricated pink plastic dildo and coming right along with him.

Maybe she wasn't acting. Maybe she really was sick. Food poisoning made you sick like that. He'd had food poisoning once. She looked sick, didn't she? Her skin was slicked with sweat, her hair was flattened to the sides of her face, and her eyes looked glassy and feverish.

She looked like she needed help. Now. Fast. But what could he do?

Grabbing the blanket off the bed, he wrapped it around his naked waist and started for his bedroom door. Then he stopped -- there was no one home. His parents were out. Jeez, what was he thinking? Thank God they were out because Penny, sick or not, was way off limits.

He looked back at her to make sure. Yes, she was still moving in that slow-motion, sick way, her moan now a low constant sound that made him want to put his hands up to his ears and block it out.

He grabbed the phone.

He'd call for help. But who? The police? An ambulance? Amanda? Would she know what to do? No, she might tell her mother. He couldn't risk that. Besides, what if he was wrong? What if this was a game? What if Penny was acting out some perversion by request? He knew she did that sometimes.

He glanced back at her, at her small hands gripping the arms of the chair, at her feet, so fragile and inconsequential, at the worn carpet he'd never noticed before. Everything looked sort of pathetic now -- the meager furniture, the really small television -- except for the view out the window. He'd never noticed any of this before. He'd always been too busy, under her spell. But not now. Not anymore.

Pick your head up, Penny. Look at me. Tell me what's going on. What should I do?

She threw up again.

He dialed 911. "State your emergency, please."

At the same time he heard the voice, the screen went black. He ran to the monitor and stared at it, seeing only his own ghostly image staring back.

Penny was gone.

What the hell?

He hit the back button to see if the problem was his computer or hers. The site he'd been to before hers popped up. He hit the forward key.

Her site was gone. "Hello?" shouted the voice on the other end of the phone. "Hello?"

A dozen thoughts hit him all at once. They were going to ask him who he was, and he was going to have to tell them, and then his parents would find out he'd broken the rules again, and God only knew what they would do to him this time. He had been going to all those stupid therapy sessions at school and his parents were finally easing up on him, but if they found out about this…what would happen then? Besides, maybe he was wrong. Maybe Penny had only been acting out some stupid game.


"Hello," Timothy finally answered.

"Can you tell me what the emergency is?"

"It's not…I don't think. What if it's not an emergency?"

"We have a car on the way to your house. Are you hurt?"

"No. It was a mistake, it's not an emergency."

"Are you all right?"

"Yes. It's not me. I thought someone…I thought someone was breaking in…but it wasn't… I was asleep."

"The police are on their way. They should be there in less than thirty seconds." The operator's voice eased and softened.

Timothy heard the intercom buzz in the kitchen, hung up, ran out of his room and down the hall, the panic rising like bile in his stomach.

He pressed the button. "Yes?"

"Timothy, the police are here," the doorman announced. "They said it was an emergency. I'm sending them up."

"No," he shouted at the doorman. "No. Let me talk to them." There was a pause. Then: "Timothy Marcus? This is Officer Keally. Is there something wrong up there?"


"Are you sure? You called 911."

"Yeah, but by mistake. I was asleep, dreaming, thought I saw…heard something, but it wasn't real."

"Are you sure you don't want us to come up and check things out?"

Timothy actually hesitated. Should he tell them and face the consequences? Deal with whatever his parents would do to him? He had seen something weird on the computer, hadn't he? She was sick, wasn't she?

Or had some weird fucker convinced Penny to act out his perverted scenario?

"I'm sure," he said into the intercom.

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M.J. Rose is the international bestselling author of eleven novels, including The Reincarnationist, The Memorist, and The Hypnotist. She is a founding member and board member of International Thriller Writers and the founder of the first marketing company for authors:

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Guest More than 1 year ago
THE VENUS FIX is the third book in the Dr. Morgan Snow series by M.J. Rose. The only exposure I have had to Ms. Rose is a story published last month in THRILLER (Ed. by James Patterson). I have not read either THE HALO EFFECT or THE DELILAH COMPLEX, and I had no problems following this story or learning the characters. In fact, reading THE VENUS FIX was quite a joy, and I can't wait to get my hands on the earlier works THE VENUS FIX has the wonderful twists and turns that we as readers have come to expect from great mysteries. Red herrings abound as we enter the tragic reality of internet web cam pornography and see its victims close up. Most of us probably think of this as a victimless profession, if we ever think of it at all. In THE VENUS FIX, Ms. Rose takes us into the seamy underbelly of a world most of us have never experienced. Dr. Snow treats patients addicted to their web cams and to the women behind the computer screen, from a powerful man hiding his identity to a group of high school students of both sexes trying to deal with reality outside their computers to an ex-performer who is training to become a therapist herself. One of these women dies painfully right in front of hundreds of viewers, who thankfully call the police. NYPD Detective Noah Jordain, Morgan's on-again off-again lover, is assigned to investigate the case causing Morgan to contemplate conflict of interest with both her patients and Noah. Not for the faint of heart, THE VENUS FIX is an erotic thriller that will titillate your senses and your mind. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read all of M.J. Rose's novels and they only get better and better. The vivid descriptions of New York, interesting characters, and originality of her novels will keep you glued until the very last page. This is not another serial killer 'disposable' thriller that you forget about five minutes after finishing it. The Venus Fix is a psychological suspense novel that addresses a serious issue - Internet porn addiction - and how it affects human sexuality and relationships at all age levels. You will feel as if you are sitting at a couch in a therapy session watching how the psychologist digs into the patient's brain to uncover the real issues behind the addiction. This novel, along with the first two books in this series (Halo Effect and The Delilah Complex), are the perfect summer escape books. I suggest that you find a comfortable armchair, grab a box of chocolates and a cup of coffee, and treat yourself to some hours of great reading.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Manhattan sex therapist psychiatrist Dr. Morgan Snow of the Butterfield Institute has had some strange clients in her practice (see THE DELILAH COMPLEX and THE HALO EFFECT), but her newest patient may be the oddest ever. He refuses to divulge his name or his occupation so they agree on calling him Bob he insists he must remain anonymous as his career and that of his wife would tank if it got out that he is addicted to Internet pornography. She also is counseling several high school students, both genders, with web porn site desires. --- Morgan¿s on and off boyfriend NYPD Detective Noah Jordain investigates two killings of Internet fantasy females in which the killer shows the homicide live via the woman¿s Web camera. Morgan thinks the murders are connected to her practice and resolutely tries to find that link while Noah tells her to stay out of it. --- The third Snow tale once again cleverly blends her sex therapy practice with a police investigation. The key to this series is Morgan who has a sort of blasé attitude about sex and murder, which frustrates her former spouse and her current lover. Though the ¿Son of Sam¿ style disturbing notes from the killer seems a literary requirement that only slows down the for the most part fast-paced action, fans of psychological suspense will appreciate this chilling thriller. --- Harriet Klausner
Guest More than 1 year ago
&#65279 The Venus Fix is the third book featuring Dr. Morgan Snow, a sychoanalytical sex therapist. In the current book she has a mysterious patient who will not tell her his name and even has someone come in and sweep her office for eavesdropping bugs before he will start a session. He admits to being addicted to internet cam porn sites, something his wife has discovered. He seems tortured, but is very secretive. Other patients she is following include a young trainee she is mentoring who was originally also performing to internet porn cameras to pay for her education, but who was wearing a special butterfly mask to hide her identity. There are several high school students, both male and female that she is counseling with issues of their own. The boys are frequent visitors to the porn sites and the girls are involved peripherally. All of a sudden one of the performers dies a rather gruesome death on camera, followed by a death and a near death a few days later, also on camera. There seems to be a connection and Dr. Snow tries to find it, while dealing with a rebellious teenager, her ex-husband and a lover who is also a homicide detective investigating the on-camera deaths. Someone is deliberately causing the deaths and the reader of this thriller is kept in doubt almost to the end of the book. All is not what it seems, which is the mark of a superb thriller-mystery. All the loose ends meet in the last chapter. A good read, but start it early in the day because you won¿t be able to put it down. J. Tom Cooper Funseeker¿s Radio Network