Genre: Fiction, Women’s Fiction, suspense
Release Date: 6/15/13
Synopsis: Sins of the Father a riveting story of struggle, courage and self discovery as Annalynn McKae desperately seeks the truth about her father as he stands accused of being a ruthless and sadistic serial killer that has been on the loose for twenty-six years.
Annalynn McKae has never experienced much tragedy in life except the illness of her mother who has been plagued with Rheumatoid Arthritis since she was eleven. The disease has left her mother’s body stone like, leaving the care of both mother and daughter on Alexander Mckae her adoring father. It was because of his unwavering dedication to their family that she couldn’t believe, wouldn’t believe the horrible reality of what her father really is when he is accused of being the notorious Potomac Creek serial killer.
Sins of the Father is a fiction novel about a young woman discovering life and its faculties, but also the suspense filled journey of powering through struggles no matter what they may be and gaining a vast perspective of how ones ties to family can be their ultimate demise.
My Thoughts <3
Wowza! This was a FAN-Freakin-Tastic read! I love when authors seek me out to see what I think! I am so glad that Krystal Milton did!
What happens when everything you have ever known is a lie? That everything you thought you knew about your family is completely bullshit? Well, that is exactly what happens when Annalynn’s world is completely turned upside down!
Annalynn is the perfect daughter. In fact, she has put her life on hold for her mother and sacrificed her life for making sure her mother is taken care of as well as being daddy’s little girl. When her father is accused of being a serial killer, her world is turned upside down. Is he innocent? Guilty? Who knows?
Annalynn takes her mother and goes to other family’s home only to have someone harass them as well. Annalynn is forced to make choices that are difficult for anyone, but especially a nineteen year old.
A detective on the case becomes very important to Annalynn on a personal level, but when her life is put in danger an entire new emotion is found within Annalynn.
This book is one of anger, heartbreak, guilt, innocent, love, trust, innocence, and making the right choices. The ending is phenomenal. I will say there is a twist in the end, but not necessary in a bad way like most would think… in fact, I found it weird, but could totally see the perspective if this story was true.
I only have one complaint … I wanted to know more… more about what happens next? Does she speak up? Does she keep quiet? Does she find love? I just wanna know! So if you want read that will have you wanting more because there are so many what ifs? This is the read for you!
“I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy this book or not but I have to admit I did. It is not my normal Genre but I did like it… The pacing was good. Had a nice flow. This was a story that I wanted to get to the ending quickly (to find out who dunnit) Which is a good thing. Means I didn’t want to put it down…“- Tammy from Media Comb
“I finished reading your book.. Twice. It was amazing. I loved the edge you’ve given and it is some part which I haven’t considered really
It was really brilliant… is really very well written…”- Niyati from thebookishfoodiereviews.wordpress.com
“that book is very deep and I enjoyed reading… the way you write is unexplainably wonderful I was hooked by the first page… as far as detailing and making sure that everything is in its correct manner you are on top of it hands down, not to mention catching the eye and keeping it. I love how it goes from one thing to another, kinda keeps you wondering which is something I like in a book.” – Kayla McClinton
Excerpt – Sins of the Father
There hasn’t been a time I can remember where she wasn’t sick or in pain. As she grew older, her body seemed to take on the shape of a penguin, her back arched, knees bent, and her hands flopped over at the wrists angled towards the floor. Father had to be my rock, since mother couldn’t tend to me the way she used to; her body no longer allowing her to hold or caress me.
I remember the days when she used to cry, her eyes begging me to understand how much she longed to touch me, to place her hand on my face to feel its texture, to smooth her fingers through my hair to braid it.
She couldn’t help me with prom, couldn’t even hold a camera to take a picture. Mother couldn’t even dress herself, the task daunting as her fingers barely moved anymore.
Her arms were frail but littered with little lumps from the nodules underneath her skin. She barely talked or went out into the sun due to the inflammation of her glands in eyes and mouth.
Most often she ate through a straw and even when that became too much, was given an IV drip to keep her fluids up. Father or I applied her eye drops thrice a day to ease the dryness in her eyes.
As I opened the fridge taking out a pack of chicken cutlets, I thought of how important my father has been for both of us. He has attended every ballet recital, spelling bee, soccer event, tennis tournament, acceptance speech, graduation…any monumental element in my life, since mother could not.
And on top of all the excruciating childhood memorials, he still made time to work sixty hours a week, and attend every wellness care, chiropractic and therapeutic doctors visit with mother.
He still made time to help with her daily routine. When the part time nurse we hired needed to leave early or take an extra day off, father would be there to take over. He never let me miss a class, seeing my friends, or school event to care for mother.
It was the guilt that kept me home instead of going to UCLA in California like I wanted. It was the thought of not giving back to the people who cared for me so deeply that kept me home, attending the local Georgetown University so that I could help.
I got a part time job at Stella’s boutique between Wisconsin Ave and M Street, father’s position in the bank being influential in getting the job.
I was able to have lunch with him sometimes since our jobs were so close, attend my classes, complete the household chores, hang out, work, and be there for my parents. It’s the least I could do, since father gave his life basically, for my mother and me.
It was because of this dedication to our life and family, that when the pounding on the door interrupted my meal preparation, when the police stormed in with big bold letters SWAT on their back, helmets on their heads, guns in their arms pointing here, there, everywhere, that the reality of who and what my father really was didn’t seem plausible.
I denied everything they said. All the accusations were wrong. My father was a sweet, humble, hard working, brilliant, loving husband and father. My father was not a rapist, neither was he a narcissist. He definitely wasn’t a killer, their killer…The Potomac Creek Killer.
About the Author:
Krystal Milton is a self-published author living in New York with her two children. She has been an avid reader and writer since her teenage years, but recently self published her debut novel Deception in June of 2012. Since then she has published four other titles including; Charge that to the Game, Field Advantage, Blitz, and Say a little Prayer.
When she isn’t reading or spending time with her children, she writes on her blog DWED- Defining Women’s Evolution in Discovery Blog and works on creating new Characters, situations and circumstances for her readers to enjoy.
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