It’s Not My Fault Will be live soon.
This isn’t a book about a serial killer.
It’s about the stories we tell ourselves.
The excuses.
The justifications.
The quiet little lies that help us sleep at night.
Nobody wakes up believing they’re the villain.
Not the liar.
Not the addict.
Not the thief.
Not the murderer.
Everyone has a reason.
The question is whether the reason changes anything.
If psychological thrillers that make you think along after the final page are your kind of read, I’d love for you to check it out.
What’s your excuse?
I had to fly to Atlanta yesterday, after sitting down in first class I got out my author copy of It’s Not My Fault and started to read it. The lady next to me said, “I love the cover, looks interesting.” I replied back, “I hope people think so, I wrote it. Would you like to read a few pages?”
In her phone notes she copied down the title and my name then proceeded to start reading.
She read 3 chapters during the boarding process. Then handed me the book back thanking me, took her phone went straight to Amazon and immediately bought this book and Memoirs of a Serial Killer. I was ecstatic, sold two books just by letting her read a little.
This book won’t scare you because of the serial killer.
It won’t be the murders.
It won’t be the brutality.
It won’t even be Heath Allen.
It will scare you because somewhere between the first page and the last, you’ll find yourself.
Everyone is quick to judge the choices of others.
Very few are willing to judge the excuses they tell themselves.
Everyone has an excuse.
What’s yours?
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It’s Not My Fault isn’t about the people in the story.
It’s about the person holding the book.
Just like the cover… it reflects whoever is looking into it.
What’s the biggest lie people tell themselves?
“I had no choice.”
“They deserved it.”
“It wasn’t my fault.”
Which one do you think causes the most damage?
We spend our lives asking:
Who hurt me?
Who failed me?
Who made me this way?
Maybe the harder question is:
Now what?
At some point, blame becomes a place to live instead of a place to visit.
That’s where accountability begins.
Every writer has a style, right or wrong not your decision. Enjoy it or pass on.
Remember the writer is the one telling the story and if you think you can do better, prove it, or sit quietly in the corner eating your humble pie.