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Based on real-life events, author Brian Lee Tucker provides us with an in-depth view into what can happen when an online friendship is carried too far and too fast, and results in sudden and bloody violence. Are social media platforms like Facebook and Myspace still being used for a hunting ground for online predators? Statistics - and this story - say yes. 

He loved the dead. His favorite song was “I Love the Dead” by rock singer Alice Cooper, and he listened to it every time he got a chance. The strange thing about his mother was, he still loved her - in his own special way. He hated her and loved her and loathed her and then missed her. Fantasized about her. Yes...he loved the dead. 

He raised his head to look her right in the eyes. What she saw behind those eyes wasn't Lee anymore; it was now a dark, evil, inhuman monster lurking deep in his soul. Lee wasn't there anymore. The real Lee was there now. He said, You stupid little whore. You're just like my mama and all the other whores. You don't appreciate nothin'.

Spencer Carlin was sexually and ritually abused as a child. But she is a big girl now, and she still carries a grudge. She might have been raised to be a good little whore, but there were other lessons she learned pretty quick, too. Like how to shimmy out her window when the fighting got too loud. Like how to roll her own cigarettes, thanks to that first (and last) boyfriend, his kisses rough and tasting of tobacco. Like how it feels when a fist connects with your jaw. It's painful, yes. It's even more liberating, though.

Many take it for granted that if there was an assassination conspiracy, Jack Ruby must have been involved. In fact, many people believe there was a conspiracy precisely because of Ruby's murder of Lee Harvey Oswald, which had the effect - intentional or not - of silencing the accused assassin. But was Oswald really the only shooter? In Same Old Conspiracy Theory, author Brian Lee Tucker examines the theory in a new - and thought-provoking - light.

Lizzy has bad dreams about Spencer killing her, and the Fixer has some bad dreams - as well as some reservations about his current love interest - of his own. Derrick, wanting to beat Fixer to the punch on capturing Spencer, tries to delay Fixer's involvement for another 24 hours - but the Fixer has other plans.

Fixer was sitting at his kitchen table, looking over old Polaroid photos of his son and daughter when they were kids. I have to fix this with Cheryl. The idea clamored for his attention. There is no one to blame for this stupidity but myself. I'll beg Cheryl’s mercy and forgiveness. I’ll go into treatment. I’ll join AA. He really did need a drink this time; hunting down a cold-hearted, remorseless, bloodthirsty man-eater like Spencer Carlin would be the biggest case of his career.

The call me the Fixer. I repair things. I’m usually a very easy going guy, believe it or not. But if you mess with me – or anyone I love, God forbid – I can be the nightmare you never want to have. I can haunt you in the midnight and come after you with an upraised scythe like the Grim Reaper. I can reach out and touch you no matter where you hide, whether you are a pedophile priest or a drug dealer or a wife beater or even the President of the United States.

Derrick, wanting to take the glory for Spencer's capture, poses as a client to lure Spencer into a motel room, but the plan backfires, and he becomes her prisoner. Meanwhile, acting on a tip from Lizzy's friend, Valentine, Fixer and Lizzy converge on the motel where Spencer is holding Derrick captive and a showdown ensues – with very unexpected results.

The call me the Fixer. I repair things. I’m usually a very easy going guy, believe it or not. But if you mess with me - or anyone I love, God forbid - I can be the nightmare you never want to have. I can haunt you in the midnight and come after you with an upraised scythe like the Grim Reaper. I can reach out and touch you no matter where you hide, whether you are a pedophile priest or a drug dealer or a wife beater or even the President of the United States.

The city streets are a carnival, it is burlesque. My senses are accelerated and I can hear the pain and the sin on every street corner. The city moves like an insect. It scurries. Neon beats against the windows like a probe, even in the day. The world around me continues to live and breathe, and as I watch sinners kiss, as I watch them gambol and dance, I am reminded of the fact that somewhere, buried deep within this crazy world, is Spencer - and Ashley, if she was still alive.

After taking the little blue pill she'd offered him, the room began to blur it first began to spin. One second he was sitting at Spencer's side, and doing all he could to keep his vibrating nerves in check, and then everything began to lose its cohesive form. He tried to pretend like he was all right; the interaction of unknown drugs and alcohol was nothing to him. He knew there had to be a devil in this story, and as the world around him started to spin he knew that said devil had arrived....

If Pat Garrett didn't kill Billy the Kid on that night long ago in Fort Sumner, New Mexico, then obviously the Kid lived on to be someone else, no doubt under another alias. Indeed, it would have been extremely likely that he would have adopted another name to live his new life under, since he had shown such a propensity for adopting aliases for most of his life. In June of 1949, enter William Henry "Brushy Bill' Roberts - who claimed to be Billy the kid. Probate investigator William V. Morrison agreed to interview Brushy Bill.

Ray Stryker is a Gulf War veteran, ex-cop turned private investigator, and a recovering alcoholic with a volatile temper and a short fuse. Jayne Morris is a painter and aspiring writer, ritually abused as a child, who harbors some inner demons of her own. Her life is also empty until she meets Ray, and for now, these two damaged people seem to complete each other. Enter Romeo; a suave, charming serial killer - who has his eyes set on Jayne. Can Ray stop him in time from claiming Jayne as his next victim?

Ray Stryker, former military man turned private dick turned street vigilante. He was tough as nails and had a heart of stone until he met Jayne. Former exotic dancer turned painter who wore her heart on her sleeve and was always ready to run.

I'm usually a very easy-going guy, believe it or not. But if you mess with me - or anyone I love, God forbid - I can be the nightmare you never want to have. I can haunt you in the midnight and come after you with an upraised scythe like the Grim Reaper. I can reach out and touch you no matter where you hide, whether you are a pedophile priest or a drug dealer or a wife beater or even the President of the United States.

"She was a beautiful little imp; slender, blonde haired, blue-eyed and wearing a pair of cutoff jeans, a tube top, and open toed sandals..." So begins the most recent novel by Derrick Cutter, a novelist who, haunted by his own inner demons as a teenager, met and ran away with the girl of his dreams. Little did he know that he would soon be thrust into a world even darker than his own, filled with ritual abuse and murder, the aftermath of which may ironically prove to be good fodder for his best novel yet.

True crime author Brian Lee Tucker takes a 360-degree turn with Crimes of the Heart, a collection of poetry and prose written between 2001 and 2013. His style is diverse, yet will appeal to all fans of poetry and prose. His range extends from love poems to vampire sonnets to, yes, even a zombie apocalypse, but his material still manages to elicit the desired effect from his listeners regardless.

Katie Elder was more, much more, than the title character in John Wayne's 1965 western,The Sons of Katie Elder. She was more than the portrayal by Faye Dunaway in the 1971 film, Doc." Katie Elder was a real person, whose background was perhaps more plaid than checkered. Some historians of the Old West believe she was Mrs. Doc Holliday, and some don't. Either way, she was quite a bit more than the "plainswoman" that revisionist history books call her.

In The Dead Girls, author Brian Lee Tucker examines the lives of six different women who, having lived on the streets for far too long, have now been pushed over the edge of sanity - and have finally become what they themselves had always feared the most. Among them is Donna, the fledgling serial killer who, born with a facial deformity that made her a social outcast, now peels the faces off of beautiful girls to wear as her own; and Gina, a barfly whose tendency to be promiscuous has led her into the lair of a murderous Picasso....