Killing Katie

I was having an affair with murder.There. I admit it.And there was no program for me-no rehab or clinic. I couldn't deny my obsession, my fantasy. Murder.It was only a matter of time before someone died. And I knew I wouldn't be able to stop after just one.So, when the temptations had become too intense, I risked everything for one little taste. Immediately, my life was filled with twists and turns and thrills-the seductive arms of a dark society embracing my desires, relentlessly drawing me in until I'd lost sight of who I was.But my husband is a police detective and some of my nightly adventures have showed up on his desk. My newfound world, my fantasies, they've bled into my family's lives. No matter what I try, I'm tangled up in a deep web of lies, telling one after another to throw off the suspicions of the man I love and save who we are.I know people live for the idea that their fantasies can come true. The question I began to ask was should they?