Another Book No One Would Publish

Greasy Revenge

A father of two with a wonderful life, wonderful job, and the best children ever, Bob Stewert couldn't believe his eyes when he came into the kichen one day to see Macy, his wife, stabbed and lying on the ground, sausages still sizzling on the stove. Not even pausing to eat a sausage, he examines her body. There's a note- "Bring 5 pounds of well cooked sausage to the downtown reservoir, or the same might happen to your kids. If it's not cooked well? Well....we'll see what happens to you." Still grieving over Macy, Bob must try to satisfy the killers and their ever increasing appetite for greasy food.....and blood.

Reviews: "This thriller is bound to keep you on the edge of your seat, and in your kichen!"
"I was afraid to make sausage for weeks after reading this"

Exert- Sweating now, Bob carefully dropped the dough in the deep fryer. Some oil sizzled on his skin, but he didn't care. How could this of happened? He didn't even feel safe in his home anymore...Pulling the funnel cake out, he dropped it on paper towels. Only 99 to go now...after finishing 20, Bob went to daycare to pick up Lana. She was tired out from playing, and slept the whole ride home. He glanced at her every so often in the review mirror. She looked so much like Macy..if anything happened to her, too, Bob was going to go after the killers himself, nevermind the police. After putting Lana to bed, he returned to the kichen to find two guilty looking dogs, and only 7 funnal cakes left. How could the dogs eaten so many? Blood pounded in his ears, coursed through his head. he worked so hard on these...and the dealine was tonight! These dogs were ruining his chance of survival with him and the kids! Picking up a knife, he slowly advanced on the dogs "Sheeba.....Lucky...come here pretty girls...maybe the killers like fried dog..." He dropped the knife. Whoever just took over his body, it wasn't him! he ddn't even hunt. Sliding down to the floor against the cabinet, he cradled his head in his hands. "What kind of monster have they made me?", he whispered horsely.