Announcement: Book Publication




My psychological thriller 'The Shadow of Death' was recently published on Amazon.

Premise: When a series of murders rock a small town right after similar case is closed, two detectives set out to track down an elusive serial killer leaving behind a trail of bodies in the woods. The killers share similar methodologies, but whether or not they are connected is yet to be revealed.

https://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Death-Sharon-Jansen-ebook/dp/B093LSHJJS/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=The+shadow+of+death+Sharon+Jansen&qid=1619816203&sr=8-1

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