Love Is the Bond — M.R. Sellars

BEAT ME, WHIP ME, KILL ME...

I have this unusual problem on my hands--a female serial killer...a female sexual predator serial killer, to be exact. That makes her not only unusual, but incredibly rare as well. She has an intense appetite for sadistic kink when it comes to the demise of her prey, and she definitely doesn't constrain herself to just "whips and chains," if you get my meaning.

I'm sure you are wondering what makes her my personal problem. Well...that's kind of a long story, so I'll just give you the high points.

My name is Rowan Gant, and I'm a consultant for the Greater Saint Louis Major Case Squad. It's a sometimes rocky partnership, but in general the cops find me useful to have around since I can hear the voices of the dead. Talking to "ghosts" is a bizarre affliction, yes, even for a Witch like me, but I've learned to live with it--sort of. Mind you, I'm not at all happy about this curse of mine, but it's not like I have any say in the matter. I didn't choose it... It chose me. The worst part, though, is that every single time I help the police with a case, the psychic garbage that comes along with it follows me home.

And, that brings me back around to the homicidal sociopath in high heels. There is more going on with her than just your average crazy, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is. Not yet, anyway... I'm pretty sure that's why I've got an extra bad feeling about this one--a very extra bad feeling. In fact, I think this mess is going to do more than simply follow me home. I think it is planning to move in...