About the Book
Title: The Killing Game
Author: The Black Rose
Genre: Romantic Suspense
A seductive story about corruption, sin, lust, and redemption. The series opens as Ives Andrich, Special Agent in Charge of the New York Division of the FBI, is confronted with investigating the woman he has waited a lifetime to find. Because of her more than accurate novel about an Italian crime lord, the Bureau, against Ives' wishes, asks for her help in infiltrating the internal organization of the nation's most nefarious Mafia don. When the Bureau's plan fails, and she becomes dangerously entangled in the private life of the United States' most wanted criminal, Ives tolerance for Bureau mishaps vanishes. No holds barred, he puts everything on the line to save the woman he loves in the first book in The Killing Game Series, a suspense thriller series by The Black Rose.
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The Black Rose is an author, photographer, and filmmaker. Born in Chicago, she currently resides in New York with the love her life, her Hokkaido Dog, Kuma. She began writing at the age of seven and dabbled until she woke up one day and simply had to write a novel. She has several 5-Star reviewed novels, both part of individual series.
She categorizes her novels very directly; “My writing is deeply rooted interpersonal relationships: people’s feelings, thoughts, emotions, and the intimacies between two people that truly love each other despite the circumstances surrounding them.” Her genres are suspense, thrillers, crime, romance, and espionage. As she says, “I write about love, honor, and doing the right thing, even when it seems disadvantageous, even when it’s not the popular path to take.” She sees her writing as a gift from God, and appreciates and learns from her stories.
Her writing passion stems from her immense love for art, which began with drawing at age five and moved into oil painting by age eight. Her love and study of photography soon became a professional passion, and she spends hours photographing and laying out her book covers. Readers can visit “Privé with The Black Rose” showcasing behind-the-scenes insights into her writing, novels, characters, photography, and films. She films and produces her book trailers and, in the future, plans to make short films.
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Heaving a distressed sigh, he set the book on top of the mess on his desk and sat in his slashed up chair. Stretching his legs forward, his shoe caught on something under the desk, and instinctively, he bent down to see what it was. He saw a wire running from the floor near the door to the underside of the desk. Bending further, he saw several sticks of dynamite strapped together with black plastic tape: a crude bundle with four colored wires emerging from it and a digital stopwatch as a timer.
The clicking sound he heard when he pushed the door closed suddenly made sense. It was part of the sloppy mechanism to trigger the timer on this homemade bomb. He instantly knew Torpo was close by.
Looking at the timer, he saw the presumed remaining seconds of his life ticking away as he mentally counted along with the timer: fifteen, fourteen, thirteen.
Without a second thought, he stood, and in a few strides, cleared the desk and bolted from the office. In the hall, he shoved open the fire door and rapidly made his way down the stairs. He managed to make it six floors down before the deafening crack of the explosion shook the stairwell. The main lights flickered, then went out. He stood still as he waited for the emergency lights to turn on. Standing in the darkness, he heard someone enter the stairwell from a higher floor. From the dense sound the person’s shoes made on the hard steps, he could tell it was a man.
Ives closed his eyes in preparation for the start of the emergency lights. Just then, they flashed on, causing him slight temporary blindness. At the same time, the footsteps stopped; the light had equally affected the other person. Ives stood in place, listening, as he heard the footsteps start again; they sounded more sluggish this time, clumsier. He also heard the sound of someone, whom he imagined to be Torpo, opening and closing the cylinder of a revolver, and he sensed the person who set the bomb had stayed to make certain he did the job right.
Pulling is SIG from his holster, Ives backed down to the next landing. He stood with his back to a corner, aimed his pistol, and waited for the person, who approached in haste. Trying to concentrate, he heard the fire alarm and commotion from the surrounding floors as people investigated the cause of the noise.
As the figure rounded the corner, Ives saw the man and the revolver in his hand that pointed downward. He was right—it was Torpo. While the unknown man was to kill Sparducci at Grand Central, Torpo went to Ives’ office to set the bomb.