Six degrees of separation bridge the gap between the sane and insane. Ask Nicely and I Might is a suspenseful thriller that follows Jade, a sexy enigma of a female serial killer, who taunts the police just for the pleasure of it, while devouring her prey along the way and Alex Carlysle, a savvy female homicide detective highly respected among her peers and on the fast track to make Captain. We all carry baggage with us in life; but what happens when our pressures get the best of us and we snap? This cat and mouse game is a thrill ride where the hunter becomes the hunted; and two women, both at the top of their game, are destined for a massive head-on collision with each other. Welcome to the sexy side of murder as Ask Nicely and I Might dares you to bear witness as a woman gives in to her darker side; the part of her nature where animalistic desire s and demands run free.
Carl’s murder was just the begin¬ning. I can’t explain it, but killing him made me self-confident and liberated. It was the fuel I needed to awaken a spider in me — a sense to prowl, to capture, and to conquer prey in order to feel alive.
I had been weak for so many years. Killing Carl changed my sense of being a victim. Killing him gave me the power I had secretly craved for years; the power I never knew I needed, but apparently, I did. As I played the police like a fine-tuned vio¬lin while they questioned me, giving them the traumatized wife routine, something within me felt instantly alive. I loved the feeling his death, at my hands, brought to my entire being. For the first time in my life I was in control, I felt complete, and killing him was the key. Like a child at¬tached to a pacifier, I knew I would need to suckle, from time to time, on the sooth¬ing relief murder gave me and the gratifica¬tion it brought to my entire being.
I killed my husband.
I fooled the police.
In doing both, I opened a door I never knew existed, but one I wanted to cross through the threshold of from time to time for my own satisfaction and contentment. It started with Carl and his piss-ant rain. From that moment on, I was never the same, for I had tasted the feel of blood and…to be honest…I liked it.
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