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Deadly Sins: Sloth: Sloane Monroe Stories, #1
Deadly Sins: Sloth: Sloane Monroe Stories, #1
Deadly Sins: Sloth: Sloane Monroe Stories, #1
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Deadly Sins: Sloth: Sloane Monroe Stories, #1

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Fed up with her her lazy, unruly neighbor, Mary Pritchard sprints across the street, determined to give Darryl a piece of her mind

 

She arrives to find he's been shot, the bullet piercing the center of his forehead. He's been executed, and that's not all. A mysterious woman is sprawled out on the floor in Darryl's hallway. She's dead too. Who is the woman? Why is she there? And why have they both been murdered?

 

If you enjoy the twists and turns of a good suspense story, the Deadly Sins series will thrill you. 

 

"Full of surprises!" 

"Many twists and turns." 

"Kept my attention the entire time."

 

New to Sloane Monroe? There are two book collections in the Sloane Monroe series. The first is a novel series with 8 titles (as of 2020). The second is this short story spinoff series, featuring the same characters from the main series. For information on the order of these two series, be sure to check out the "From the Author" section on this page below.

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Release dateMar 5, 2017
ISBN9781386214274
Deadly Sins: Sloth: Sloane Monroe Stories, #1
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Cheryl Bradshaw

Born and raised in Southern California, Cheryl Bradshaw became interested in writing at a young age, but it was almost two decades before she put pen to paper. In 2009 Bradshaw wrote Black Diamond Death (Book One: Sloane Monroe series). Within six weeks it entered the top 100 in two different categories and remained in the top 100 for over a year. Since that time, Bradshaw has written three additional novels in the series, and is now hard at work on the fourth. In 2013, Bradshaw introduced a new pranormal thriller series: Addison Lockhart, the first book titled Grayson Manor Haunting. Bradshaw is the founder of IWU on Facebook, a writers group with over 1,800 members. In August 2012, Bradshaw was named one of Twitter's seven best authors to follow.

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    Deadly Sins - Cheryl Bradshaw

    A man watches his pear tree day after day, impatient for the ripening of the fruit. Let him attempt to force the process, and he may spoil both fruit and tree. But let him patiently wait, and the ripe pear at length falls into his lap.

    —Abraham Lincoln

    This book is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, businesses, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner.  Any similarity to events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    First US edition August 2016

    Second edition February 2017

    Copyright © 2016/2017 by Cheryl Bradshaw

    Cover Design Copyright 2017 © Indie Designz

    All rights reserved.

    Originally titled Sloth (Sinful Seven Collection)

    No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted, in any form, or by any means whatsoever (electronic, mechanical, etc.) without the prior written permission and consent of the author.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    Deadly Sins:Wrath Sneak Peek

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    Sloth (n.) Habitual disinclination to exertion; indolence; reluctance to work or make an effort; laziness.

    Mary Pritchard sat on a wooden chair on her front porch, rocking back and forth, her fingernails digging into the soft, pliable wood atop the sides of the armchair. Day after day, she sat in the same exact spot doing the same exact thing, until eventually she’d scraped off so many layers of wood, her fingers fit inside the grooves her nails had hollowed out. At times she felt guilty about the damage she’d done to the antique piece of furniture, especially since the chair had been passed down from her grandmother to her mother and now to her. But Mary couldn’t help it. The consistent digging eased her frustrations somehow, helping her cope with a man she hated—her neighbor.

    Hector, the neighbor who previously owned the house across the street, was a nice man. And clean. Meticulously clean. Just the way Mary liked. His lawn was trimmed, his flowerbeds weeded.

    Several months earlier while Hector was outside mowing the lawn, Mary glanced out the kitchen window and noticed something odd. The lawn mower had shut off in the middle of the yard. And Hector was no longer beside it. He was curled into a ball on the ground. She plunged the dish she was scrubbing back into the soapy dishwater and sprinted across the street. But it was too late. He’d had a heart attack. And unlike the others he’d had in the past, this time there was no coming back from it.

    Hector was dead.

    Less than two weeks later, Hector’s brother Darryl moved into the house, and Hector’s lush landscaping went to hell faster than a mob hit in 1929. Darryl was Hector’s opposite—short, unkempt, and so grossly overweight he waddled instead of walked. He was also lazy. While Mary milled around her own yard each day, she watched Darryl through his living room window. The spectacle was always the same. He sat in a recliner all day, watching TV, only rising occasionally for food and beer. Lots and lots of beer.

    Unsure of how to deal with such an unruly neighbor, Mary decided her best option was to take the high road. She baked an apple pie and took it over. But when she knocked, Darryl didn’t come to the door. And he was home. She was sure of it.

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