Book Reviews

Wicked Little Words by Stevie J. Cole, BT Urruela

My edition: Kindle (Buying paperback soon!)
Rating: 5 stars

Edwin Allen Mercer
I want them all to read my words. And they do. Every last blood-stained sentence, they’ve red and praised me for. They love the gore and violence, the realness. And I get a sense of power with it all because I know a secret: the victims in my books-they’re real and have all died on my table. And maybe that’s why the last book had such awful reviews. Murder is, after all, a dirty little thing. Some can stomach it. Others can’t. My answer to those reviews: find a woman to co-author with. To be the next pathetic character in my book. Pity she’s so pretty.

Miranda Cross
All I’ve ever wanted was to be successful as a writer so when I was offered the opportunity to co-author a book with my idol, EA Mercer, I jumped at the chance. He’s beautiful and a literary genius, but something about him makes my stomach knot. And maybe it’s my overactive imagination making my hairs stand on end when he walks up behind me.
After all, these wicked little words we’re typing are only fiction.
They’re only fiction…

ReviewThey want the gore. They want the carnage. They want the mayhem. And goddamn it, I’m going to give it to them.

Wow. My mind is on the ceiling. This is they type of thriller I love. Did not expect the ending. I love this! I can’t wait to get my physical copy so I can reread this.  I have read one of Cole’s books before and two of Urruela’s and love both of their work. So when on twitter I saw Urruela post that he co-author with Cole on this I knew I had to have it.


Miranda got an email with an opportunity to win a chance to co-author with her idol, EA Mercer. She ends up winning with her story she submitted. She travels to his remote cabin that is miles from the nearest town. She is nervous and excited to work with EA but she has a nagging feeling something just isn’t right.

Edwin had some pretty bad reviews on his last book. They say he needs to soften up a bit, that he needs a more feminine touch. The moment he sees Miranda’s name he knows she’s the one, then he reads her story and knows that fate has put her right in front of him. One thing she doesn’t know is that EA’s victims are real. Every single one of the women in his stories are prostitutes that end up on EA’s table.

If you trust a stranger and fuck a stranger, don’t complain when things come back to bite you in the ass.

Jackson is a detective who has been trying to find a killer for the last four years. The case soon became personal when one of the dead girls ends up being his sister. Now he wants to get this killer now more than ever. But when he finds out who it is he can’t believe it.

The more Miranda is around Edwin, the more uncomfortable she gets. Edwin has mood swings that are very unpredictable. When he starts to show interest in her, she wants out. She can’t help but feel like Edwin just might have a darker secret. A secret that is hiding in the shed.

It’s only fiction. Just words. Only words…

I started questioning myself at the beginning of this story. I kind of liked Edwin with his killer ways. Then I got to halfway and my liking turned to not so much liking. Edwin is the definition of psychopath. Totally crazy.

But here’s the thing: aren’t we all a bit crazy in our own way?

I love the writing in this. I was on the edge of my seat. I couldn’t have guessed the end. Plus the way these two authors ended it with a Night, Night dear made me get a little creeped out and I loved it. Oh and the dig they said about Justin Bieber totally made me love this book even more.

Bieber’s preteen vocals once again tarnish the beautiful country silence.

Cole and Urruela worked together wonderfully. I can’t find one thing that I didn’t like, not one thing. That’s very rare for me to find. If you haven’t read this yet, why are you still sitting there. Go get this and devour it.

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