Serial Ghost Book Review 

Ms. B is a master at manipulation.  She surrounds herself with the cast of talented characters for the firms Initial Public Offering .  Four dysfunctional personalities require her form of executive development.  Her focus settles on the tempting exotically wild sexy looking Webmaster who dresses to display her sensual  tiny waist fetish.  Yelana state of emotional instability and impelling perverted impulses are signs of a classic psychopathic personality.  She is a powerful human force deviating from what is right or acceptable.  Her purpose is intellectual terror murders.  The satisfaction is creating and marketing the medias exciting Sexual Serial Killer.  The intertwining of classic character madness framed at the social economic levels of power dramatizes a USA social behavioral revolution.  At the nucleolus of Sabrina’s medical diagnosis is a distinguished young psychiatrist.  He experiences physical, emotional, and mental love for the first time in his life. The story is thrilling. A sexy scare and an  emotional frightening.  

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The novel makes the statement is dead victim’s cannot speak.    Why does a human being kill?  Uncontrollable madness drives the serial killer.  What does it feel like to kill?  Our senses are acutely aware as a psychopath performs precision executions.  Physiological terror fills the city airways when death media sensational news stories compete for Neilson ratings.  A respected anchor social commentary traumatizes the daily lives of average people.  “Was it jealousy, anger, or frustration that murdered the famous psychiatrist?”   Television transforms an audience to expectations of more violence.  The stage is the game of death.  “Who will be next?  Why did the victim’s have to die?  How violent will the next killing be?

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Serial Ghost copywrite Chapter One

An Oasis of manicured dark green lawn contrasted against the exploding multi-colors of seasonal flower groupings.  A schoolgirl giggled under a Platanus Acerifolia.  The London Plane Tree appeared larger almost hiding her mischievous smile.  She caught a rubber ball in one hand.  The unusual fully bloomed five-foot wide trunk of the towering sixty-foot high shade tree made her giggling Invisible to the street..

“I’ll aim this time.  I never miss.”  She was having fun playing with herself.  The pink ball hit the shinny new dime exactly center and she leaped up with joy.  Her voice was changing pitch with certain words.  She appeared to be fourteen but you could tell from the clarity of her pronunciations she was maturing and so was her shapely figure.  “I’ll told you so.  I never miss.”    The school uniform was not the typical short red plaid skirt with a blue blazer.  Long shapely muscular legs were extremely visible from her hemline that bordered on mini-skirt. 

“I’m going to make another hit.”  A Spalding ball made the shinning torch side of the United States of America dime lift off the ground as a direct shot hit the coins edge.  She giggled with delight.  You expected a mouth filled with steel brazes, but saw a perfect set of white teeth smile.  She purred her next statement.  “I never ever missed.”  Her confidence was evident.  The rubber ball exploded the ten-cent piece from the concrete path.  She childishly peaked from behind the tree trunk that was three times wider than her body.  Across the  street a white stretch Lincoln Limo stopped at a prestigious apartment complex.

The large schoolbook in her arms was titled The Story of Social Behavior, by RH Tawany.  Her long delicate white fingers opened the textbook and she read aloud as she assembled her toy rifle reading.  “It is not, it is discovered that high incomes will not purchase the mass of mankind, immunity from cholera, typhus, and ignorance.”  She giggled, “Typhus, Colora and ignorance.” 

A loud panic brake lining sound was heard and followed by an impacted bang sound that echoed off the buildings.   The crash was heard in the schoolyard and then there was silence.  A Sparrow landed and sang its soft notes to the student as she picked up her dime and walked through the front gate.  She noticed a crowd had gathered by the limo rear door.  The right side trunk was pushed to the rear window.  A heavy cement truck had misjudged the road, and costly repairs were evident. The attractive student skipped her way along the sidewalk singing, “I never miss.  I never miss.”  She was giggling uncontrollably with the success of her dime hit.  If you saw her young expressive smile it was evident the Nuns had scolded her for her behavior.  She often talked to herself to create a mood and today was no exception.  “What sort of trouble will I get into today?”  She giggled and was very excited continuing a song she seemed to be writing.  “I never miss.  I never miss.”  

The Police sirens were an environmental problem for the quite courtyard street.  She turned in the direction of red lights from what she called, “Bubble gum machines.”  She giggled with joy and added a line to her song.  Cholera, Typhus, and Ignorance.  I never miss.  I never miss.” 

She childishly skipped her way home singing.  “I never miss.”  Her long white legs stretched to her neckline fascinated a handsome young man in a three-button suit.  The muscle flex of her normal skip showed how dramatic her young thighs and calves moved to her sex rhythm.  The song she sang, “I never miss” reminded him of his success with woman twice her age.  He thought about being a first time cradle robber, and was pleasantly surprised when she glared back at him.  His sexual overtones did not escape her, and know she had no control giggling with acceptance.  He was a handsome man.  “I wonder what he is like.”  He continued to stare and stopped to get a better look.  He was all set to make his advances when she turned and looked the other way.  Two Policemen were assisting a bleeding man lying on the sidewalk next to the limo.  She skipped away giggling and giggling at her admirer’s affections as she rounded the corner. 

Book Cover The chilling reality is Sexual Serial Killers are almost never woman.  When a super-sexy superior intellectual, who is a sadistic psychopathic predator, choices not to resist her impulses she finds rewards with thrilling orgasmic pleasures.  At the timely entrance into the new century are FBI statistics, indicating 500 Serial Killers are at large presently killing an estimated  3500 people each year with the USA holding a commanding 75% lead in the world of Serial Sexual Murders.   A statistical fear occurred and the Manuscript Serial Ghost was born.  “Why did the victim’s have to die?  Who will be next?”  Our senses are acutely aware as a fresh kind of sexy CEO’s fashion firm goes IPO and the mystery of the dynamic executives secret life is revealed as a political assassin.  A nurturing relationship with a confident elegant wild child provides immense pleasure as the firms President develops a special kind of personality to fame while thrilling TV audiences.  The media projects images of a Hollywood Movie star as the trademark US President Sexual Serial Killer passionately peruses the game of death.  The cries, “Your live for my orgasm; your life for my exhilarating orgasm” are echoed thought the fabric of society .  The pair of psychopathic killers know the meaning of the power of life and death.   Television transforms an audience to expectations of more violence while bad-girl mentor plays with the emotional excited Neilson ratings.  Serial Ghost's new author JTS has produced a sexy thrilling scare.

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The detective murder mystery is a literary novel centering on the social intercourse of a bold, pushy, dynamic deviated psychopathic killers with the inability to learn moral and social values.  These girlishly dangerous woman manipulates forces meshing with erotic sadistic perversion from a cast of who’s who of dysfunctional personalities.  A nymphomaniac, a sociopath, a psychopath and “Casanova Lover” take the stage and offer a strange mixture of tempting sex appeal even for a good man.  The dynamic CEO and her attractive designer are powerful human forces deviating from what is right or acceptable.  Their purpose is sadistic intellectual murders.  The intertwining of classic character madness framed at these social economic levels of power dramatizes a USA Social Behavioral Revolution.  The story suggests why Homicide Detectives must have faith and a "Degree In Luck" to arrest ripper type murders.  What has been created is a commercial winner.  Serial Ghost pages sizzle with graphic details of twenty-first Century brutality. 

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News panel’s professional experts offer the proof needed to form a thesis which only heightening the stories popularity. Emotional excitement embraces the sexy Sexual Serial Killer.  Viewing her fifty-inch TV screen she realizes she holds the power of life and death.  Only selection from a gallery of Presidential look-a-likes is required for her lethal fantasies so she can achieve exhilarating orgasms.  Impulse singles out a lover as she talks to his image.  “Your live for my orgasm.” The commercial detective murder mystery is a literary novel centering on the social intercourse of a young, bold, pushy, dynamic deviated sociopath with the inability to learn moral and social values.  A girlishly super sexy angelic Sabrina, is bad-girl gorgeous woman.   She has a fresh kind of erotic sex appeal that stimulates the male population with her confident body language and natural facial gestures.  She is the force behind B-Sabrina fashions but her true occupational passion is political assassinations.