Miserable Marionette

"Some obsessions don't fade; they fester."

There are few things more painful than losing a friend when you're a child. Losing someone who you created make-believe worlds with and told all your secrets to. For me, that person was the little boy who lived in his family's funeral home across the street. He was strange and always serious, but he was my friend, and I was his. Inseparable, until we weren't.
When he left, I thought I would never recover, but I did. I grew up, and life moved on. Only now that little boy is back, and he's not so little anymore. This man has secrets, secrets I no longer know. That endearing awkwardness was traded for intensity, and I think something might be wrong with him. I'm also not sure that I care, I never had before. Far away under the bright lights of the city he lived in, bodies of women have been popping up, women fashioned into living dolls, puppets. But here he is, reopening wounds that never fully healed. That man isn't the little boy from my memories. He's changed, everything has changed, and I think I'm next.

Miserable Marionette is NOT a safe romance. It is a true crime, pitch black romantic tragedy. it won't have a happily ever after where the characters ride off into the sunset and everything is right with the world but if you trust me, I promise to give you the ending that was right for them. Even if it hurts, and it will hurt. The content behind these pages is not suitable for everyone. It's not a book for those who are faint of heart or have a strong moral code. Or any moral code at all, really. A love like this is about inevitability, obsession, and the tragedy of childhood promise that couldn't survive its own darkness. For a detailed list of debauchery, check out the content warnings tab on my author website www.authorcalliemoss.com