Book #1 in The Wilde Twins--a psychological
thriller about an "evil twins" brother-sister serial killing
GENRE: Psychological Thriller
LENGTH: 60,000 words
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PLAYMATES (Wilde Twins, Book #1)
As kids, Tania and Trevor's unsupervised play time offers a lifeline
to sanity amidst the chaos of family dysfunction. When danger threatens
Tania, Trevor isn't willing to stand by and watch his sister get hurt.
The instinct for survival is only rivaled by the killer instincts the
Wilde siblings encourage in each other. Instincts that turn into a deadly
game igniting their first taste for blood.
"A true-to-life action-packed family drama, complete with sex, drugs,
alcoholism, and violence. Jess C Scott writes with brutal honesty about
kids who are bullied and abused by their parents, portraying the characters
and their inner lives with clarity and astonishing detail, and illustrating
exactly why and how kids turn into bullies (and more)." -- Katherine
Mayfield, author of "Bullied"
"Jess pulls no punches in this tragic, brutal, morbid and disturbingly
enthralling tale about how two kids, both the kind you could meet in
real life, eventually turn into monsters thanks to their abusive environment
and the pop culture elements shot into them. This is a dark cautionary
tale of children mutated by our sick and hypocritical society that should
not be missed." -- Kristopher
Miller, author, reviewer, and critic at The Catacomb's Bookshelf
"A chilling portrayal of two young siblings from a broken home
who embark on a journey of bloodlust. Scott captures the pathos, the
inner turmoil, and the cold logic of surviving childhood in a world
without tenderness--with only the smell of cheap wine on its breath." -- Charles
Austin Muir, contributing author to horror anthologies
"Hell Comes to Hollywood" (Stoker-nominated) and
"Dark Visions" (Grey Matter Press)
"Events progress to a crescendo--and offer no predictable conclusion.
This means readers should be prepared for the second installment of
a slowly-building psychological thriller of the emergence of evil and
sociopathic responses to an impossible life." -- D.
Donovan, Senior eBook Reviewer, MBR
"All things truly wicked start from innocence."
~ Ernest Hemingway
[Chapter 1: Trevor]
My birthday wish was simple: run away with my twin sister.
We were seated on the upper bunk of the bunk bed in our bedroom. The
top bunk was mine.
"Make the first wish," Tania said, "since you're older than me by two
Tania often reminded me of the fact. It was how we decided I'd get to
be on top too.
She was lying on her stomach and resting her chin on her hands, looking
at the starry night sky from our log cabin at Pleasant Lake.
"I'd like to run away with you," I said, as I pointed out the brightest
star. I didn't know whether it was a star or planet, but I liked how
it flickered with white, red and blue hues every night.
"Where would we go?" Tania's big eyes were shining brightly. "Do you
I shook my head. "Somewhere faraway from here."
At least I was sure of that.
Tania gave a half-hearted smile. She gazed out the window as a gentle
breeze brushed her soft hair against her face. "I would like to be a
There was a loud yell from the living room then--Dad's voice--and the
familiar violent jolt of the sound of glass shattering. Someone had
once again broken a bottle on the wall just outside our room.
"Flinging the bottle," I whispered, even though our parents referred
to it as daily "wine time."
I moved a little closer to Tania when I saw her wince. No matter how
routine loud sounds could be, they always affected her. A hint of frightened
tension would go over her face, like she was just on the verge of breaking
into tears at any second, even though she rarely did.
"I wanna be a star--I wanna run away--I wanna be a star," Tania muttered,
almost like she was repeating a chant. "Run away with you. Yes. I would
like that, Trev. I would like that very much."
I glanced at the clock on the wall. 8:00 PM. Wine Time usually
started at 6:00 PM and would go on as the sounds and yelling got louder
and louder--"Shit!"--"You bitch!"--"Whore!"--the famous "eff" word--until
Mom or Dad threw a bottle at the other person. It would be left to Tania
and me to clear the mess and clean up the blood.