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PRETTY EVIL NEW ENGLAND Sneak Peek

Pretty Evil New England by Sue ColettaI’m beyond thrilled to announce the ebook and paperback of Pretty Evil New England are both available for pre-order! All of the research I conducted in 2019. Good thing, too, because 2020 messed with the editing process, paging for the paperback, and the release date due to quarantine restrictions. Nonetheless, it’s finally time for my new book baby to take her first breath. To celebrate the occasion I thought I’d share a special sneak peek of Chapter One: Unknowingly Tempting Fate.

First, a little background. The story behind the story.

While researching the first female serial killer, I stumbled across a footnote about a victim who survived. Though finding a firsthand account of what occurred was a nightmare. I traveled to Harvard University looking for it (4 hour drive). Nope. I traveled to Cape Cod (6 hour drive). Still nothing. For hours I searched through microfiche. No dice. I visited historical societies and spoke with an “expert” on the case. No one ever heard of Amelia Phinney, much less that she’d survived an attack by one of the most notorious female serial killers of New England.

I spent DAYS searching through the Library of Congress. Do you think any of the journalists could provide the full story? Oh, hell no! Each mentioned only a piece of the overall puzzle, which at least confirmed I hadn’t imagined the footnote that led me down this rabbit hole. Little by little over the next week or so I weaved the story together till the full picture emerged — and it blew my mind. Right then, I knew I had to open PRETTY EVIL NEW ENGLAND with Amelia’s story. Hope you enjoy this sneak peek!

Pretty Evil New England

Chapter One: Unknowingly Tempting Fate

In 1887, thirty-six-year-old Amelia Phinney survived the surgery for a uterine ulcer in Cambridge Hospital, a procedure done via cauterization with nitrate of silver—only to come face-to-face with New England’s most prolific female serial killer, whose body count reached well into the double digits. Post-op the following evening, Amelia tossed and turned on the cot in her room, the abdominal pain so severe it prevented her from falling asleep.

A shadowy figure emerged through the golden smolder of a bedside oil lamp. The dark-haired, dark-eyed nurse hovered over her bed with a peculiar intensity. When Amelia met her gaze, the stranger asked how she was feeling. The surgery, although successful, left her in a state of suffering. Amelia pleaded with the portly nurse to summon her doctor.

“There is no need for that.” The nurse’s voice remained soft, caring. “I have something to make you feel better. Here.” She slid her arm under Amelia’s shoulders and raised her far enough off the pillow to sip from the glass pressed to her lips. “Drink this.”

After swallowing a foul-tasting liquid, a numbness branched throughout Amelia’s torso and limbs. Her mouth and throat grew dry and scratchy, her eyelids weighted as she faded into a semi-conscious state. Someone pulled down the bedclothes. The cot creaked and the thin mattress sagged beneath the weight of a person climbing into bed with her.

The nurse cuddled and groped Amelia, stroking her hair, tenderly kissing her cheeks, forehead, and chin; her voice was soft, whispering that soon everything would be all right. Then the stranger rose to her knees. Hovering over Amelia, the nurse flipped Amelia’s eyelids inside-out and leaned in—a determined stare, eye-to-eye.

Was this really happening?

The nurse’s breathing accelerated into a heavy pant. Hot breath pummeled the side of Amelia’s face as though her suffering excited the stranger.

“Come, dear.” The nurse pressed the glass to Amelia’s bottom lip again, urging her to swallow more of the bitter medicine. “Drink just a little more.”

Unwilling to obey, Amelia clamped her mouth closed and rolled her face to the opposite side of her pillow like a petulant toddler refusing to eat vegetables. Wooden clogs pattering down the hall outside the room startled the nurse, and she leaped off the bed and bustled out the door.

The next morning, a trainee named McCutcheon shook Amelia awake. When she opened her eyes her stomach acid sloshed in protest, a queasiness rising to her throat. For several hours she fought through a drug-induced haze. Once she’d regained her faculties, she thought it best not to share the story of the bizarre encounter from the night before. The incident was so crazy it must have been a bad dream; a nightmare brought on by the pain reliever.

Or had a mystical guardian angel saved her life?

It would take fourteen years for her to discover the truth.

Pretty Evil New England by Sue Coletta

On November 1st, 2020 you’ll be able to find Pretty Evil New England anywhere books are sold. Until then, pre-order at the following online retailers and the book will be sent to your device or delivered to your home on release day.

Amazon (all countries, Kindle & paperback)

Barnes & Noble (NOOK & paperback)

Books-A-Million (ebook & paperback)

IndieBound (paperback)

BookShop (paperback pre-order sale)

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Rowman & Littlefield

Sue Coletta is an award-winning crime writer and an active member of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and International Thriller Writers. Feedspot and Expertido.org named her Murder Blog as “Best 100 Crime Blogs on the Net.” She also blogs on the Kill Zone (Writer's Digest "101 Best Websites for Writers"), Writers Helping Writers, and StoryEmpire. Sue lives with her husband in the Lakes Region of New Hampshire. Her backlist includes psychological thrillers, the Mayhem Series (books 1-3) and Grafton County Series, and true crime/narrative nonfiction. Now, she exclusively writes eco-thrillers, Mayhem Series (books 4-9 and continuing). Sue's appeared on the Emmy award-winning true crime series, Storm of Suspicion, and three episodes of A Time to Kill on Investigation Discovery. When she's not writing, she loves spending time with her murder of crows, who live free but come when called by name. And nature feeds her soul.

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