New Release Spotlight: Death Sentence by Sheryl Browne / @SherylBrowne

Don’t you love release days? Today, we’ve got a great one for you. Award-winning author, Sheryl Browne, releases Death Sentence! Read on to learn more about this gripping title!

Death Sentence

Death Sentence

Genres: Contemporary, Murder, Thriller
Tag: Recommended Books
Death Sentence - He's killed your child and kidnapped your wife. What would YOU do?
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About the Book

Death Sentence – He’s killed your child and kidnapped your wife. What would YOU do?

Detective Inspector Matthew Adams and Patrick Sullivan, drug dealer, pimp, murderer: two men on opposite sides of the law. A history that goes way back. A bully even in his youth, Sullivan had made it his mission in life to make the goody-two-shoes copper’s life a misery. Now Matthew has made it his mission in life to make sure the pimping scum responsible for prostituting young girls, abusing them, and beating them to death, is locked up for life.

When Matthew’s child becomes a casualty of the war between them, does Matthew want justice? Or does he want retribution? When Patrick’s brother is shot down like a dog in a drug bust gone wrong, Patrick wants payback. He wants Matthew. Or the copper loses his pretty, pregnant wife. As far as Patrick is concerned, it’s quid pro quo.

Death Sentence: an edge-of-your seat story of revenge.

What the reviewers say:

Unyielding! I found myself having to force myself to breathe. (Best Selling Thrillers)
Fast paced. Fabulously written thriller! (Rachel’s Random Reads)
Will totally blow your mind. A powder keg of revenge (Brook Cottage Books)
It’s gritty, graphic and violent – I absolutely loved it (Being Anne)


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Excerpt From Death Sentence

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Bedroom, he instructed himself, foreboding at what he might find there ratcheting his fear to a whole new level. His limbs heavy, his heartbeat now sluggish, Matthew located the main bedroom. Faltering for a split-second, his hand visibly shaking, he pressed down the handle and took a tentative step inside. Wall-to-wall mirrors, he noted. Triple bed. Upholstery: black and grey silk. In the middle of the bed; placed strategically centre-duvet …

Matthew’s heart stopped dead.

One single shoe, red leather, suede panels, zip front, Lolita ankle boots: bought for Becky’s birthday. His stomach lurched, Matthew turned instinctively for the en-suite, where he was violently sick.

Where was she? Dear God … Please don’t do this. Glancing at the ceiling, sweat saturating his shirt, Matthew swallowed back the acrid taste burning the back of his throat, rammed on the taps, and threw cold water over his face. Please don’t, he prayed harder, to a god he didn’t much believe in, clutched the sink for support, and squeezed his eyes closed. Still they came, staccato images, seared into his mind: Lily, life extinct, eyes vacant. Becky …

No! Emitting a guttural moan, which ricocheted distortedly off the tiled walls around him, Matthew panted out short, heavy breaths, tried to still the walls which seemed to be closing in on him, to stave off the imminent asthma attack, and then froze, as his mobile rang in his pocket. Sullivan? Matthew groped for it and pressed it shakily to his ear. He didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ Sullivan enquired, causing the walls to shift in another inch. ‘Or do you need a minute, Adams, is that it? Take your time.’ His tone grew sickeningly more gloating by the second. ‘Slow breaths, Matthew, just like you did when you were a shit-scared, snivelling little kid.’

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