End of Pain by C.A Humer
About Author CA Humer…
Growing up in Wisconsin, I expressed myself in a variety of ways. Music, dance and performing were passions growing up, but there was always a tug toward writing. I have always been adventurous and curious. Life has blessed me with a wealth of experiences, from travel to work, happiness to heartbreak. Learning is living, and after spending years doing everything from food service to professional acting, I retired. I continue to enjoy my adventures, but have rediscovered a new passion. Writing. The book that entered my imagination and percolated in my brain for over thirty years found its release, along with several others.
Whether I’m volunteering at church, feeding birds, or working with a Murder Mystery acting troupe, I always find time for a wide variety of activities. My latest adventure is throwing pottery. There is a book in there somewhere. My husband, Abbie our cat, and I call Texas home. I enjoy traveling, reading, cooking and a glass of wine.
I think as children, we dream and believe we can do and be anything. Over the years, we are taught limitations. I challenge everyone to rediscover their dreams, step out and reinvent themselves, and do things they only dreamed of doing. As Erin Hanson wrote:
There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask, “What if I fall?”
Oh, but my darling,
“What if you fly?”
Life is too short to let others dictate what we do or where we go. Fly, my friends. Fly!
On a personal note, royalties from my books are donated to St. Mark’s Church in Arlington, Texas. If suspense, romance, and thrillers are your jam, I invite you to check out CAHumerauthor.com.
This is a spotlight on “End of Pain” by CA Humer
End of Pain Blurb
They call him the Mountie because Rob Adams always gets his man. Death is an unhappy surprise, especially to the victim. Renowned for his unyielding pursuit of justice, Rob faces his toughest challenge yet as a series of brutal murders claim the lives of blond university co-eds. Still reeling from the betrayal of a cheating fiancé, he’s sworn off any romantic entanglements. That resolve crumbles when Meg Lawrence enters his life.
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Meg’s pixie-like persona captivates Rob, while she finds his sad eyes and guarded guise intriguing. Hurting from past failed relationships, both deny their mutual attraction, hiding behind the walls they’ve built around their hearts.
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Rob Adams, the Dudley Do-Right of detectives, races against time to solve this chilling murder mystery before anyone else gets killed. Amidst the investigation, the reality of how deeply he loves Meg hits him solidly in the chest. Can he catch the killer in time and find the courage to open his heart to Meg?
What Readers can expect from End of Pain
Mystery and murder that keeps you guessing until the end is seamlessly woven into a story that incorporates humor, history and a touch of romance. CA explores theÂsinister workings of a depraved mind, the manipulative nature of a skilled killer that will have you questioning who to trust, while walking the uncertain path that two broken hearted people take to once again trust and find love. Using her research with retired homicide detective Alan Patton and Medical Examiner, Dr. Tasha Zemrus, CA crafts a chilling story of seduction, abduction and brutality. Scenes unfold through vivid and detailed writing as if one is watching a movie. It will make you feel like you’re in the room where it happens.
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An excerpt from End of Pain…
It disappointed him that the little blond outfoxed him by driving to the police station rather than pulling over. Not that he would have done anything tonight. Sometimes he wanted to take them immediately, but other times he only wanted to get a name and address so he could plan the big event. That was often more fun – planning, watching and waiting for the ideal time to strike. When he took the time to savor the moment, he found the anticipation almost as arousing as the actual taking. He’d get a boner tracking down his victims on Facebook and sending them private messages with flirty comments and compliments. He’d type out, ‘Your hair looked so beautiful today—like silk. I’d like to bury my face in your long tresses.’ He sometimes read romances out loud to his guests. The ones with the bosomy women and half naked guys on the covers. He knew women loved it when you called their hair ‘tresses’. It came in handy for when he approached them for the takedown. He considered it priming the pump.
He’d post romantic comments and already have an online relationship established, a familiarity. A mention of one of the crazy compliments he sent and they wouldn’t see him as a threat but as the guy that they knew from social media. They were all so gullible. Tell them they were cute or hot and you were interested in getting to know them better and they’d trip all over themselves to get in your car to ‘go for a coffee’. He’d make light conversation as he headed toward the nearest java shop and then sheepishly ask if it would be alright if he stopped by his place to check on his new puppy first; telling them the little guy wasn’t completely housebroken yet. Sometimes he’d pull out his cell phone and show them his screen saver of a cute furry little guy.
He didn’t have any stupid dog. He hated dogs. The picture came from an ASPCA ad he’d found. “Ooh, he’s so cute.” Blah, blah, blah. He’d been running this con since Albuquerque. All it took was a picture of a cute puppy. They fell for it every time.
