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I KILLED YOU ONCE: A heart-pounding, heart-tugging thriller

The dead don’t always stay buried.Maribeth thought the cabin deep in the woods would keep her safe—isolated from the memories clawing at her mind, from the screams she still hears at night. A detective once obsessed with hunting killers, she now lives among shadows, broken by the brutal murder of her family. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the trees feels like her past reaching out to claim her.Then she finds the body. A woman left for her in the forest. The corpse bears the same face as her dead daughter, the same carved mark upon her chest. It’s impossible, and yet horrifyingly real.The killer she buried two years ago seems to walk again.Now Maribeth must decide if she’s unraveling inside her own mind—or if something far darker has found her in the woods. Because the voices whisper that her family is waiting, that the grave is not the end. And whatever stalks her knows exactly how to draw her closer to it.A haunting mix of adventure and psychological thrills. Explore the limits of what one woman can endure and still triumph. A reading experience you won't forget.Thriller readers, like you, are saying,“Takes you by the throat on the first page and grips you until the wow of an ending.”Clear your schedule and delve into a world of secrets and bravery in this addictive suspense thriller.The masterful first book in the Maddison, Indiana Thrillers series.Book 1 – I Killed You OnceBook 2 – Inheriting ElyseBook 3 – Cage of Invisible BarsBook 4 – 13 DoorsBook 5 - Jars of Things-------Enjoy this short excerpt:My dog, Indy, turns on the wooded path, unsettled and blocking my way like he is spooked by a dead animal.I push past Indy and jog over the small hill and around the turn in the trees.I should have trusted the dog. The body propped against a tree is most certainly dead, but she’s not an animal.Skittering to a stop, I slide down the snowy path and land on my rear.The young woman sits against the tree, her dark hair, so much like Lilly’s hanging over both shoulders. The hair frames the mark carved on

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