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An unflinching look into the mind of one of the most vicious serial killers in American history, The Serial Killer Chronicles chronicles the murderous exploits as Romeo, tiring of his boring and normal life as a respected member of the community, takes a "road trip" - his own code word for a killing rampage - and allows the listener to accompany him on his quest to kill as many women as possible - women that remind him of his mother.

Some time after his second meeting with the therapist, Marty Smartt was overheard telling someone he was afraid if he didn't get help soon he was going to go back to Keddie and “kill somebody, and didn't really give a shit who it was.” Within a short period of time following his last session, he returned to Keddie, California with a "friend" he'd met at the hospital, Severin Bob “Bo” Boubede.  Author Brian Lee Tucker examines the weeks leading up to the murders, and the aftermath, with two suspects who were never charged, and the detectives who bungled the case.

Alex Baker had never known what real pain and heartache was until now. The feelings he’d had to endure since his fiancée's brutal murder made him feel powerless over his own destiny. And crimes like these - unexpected, violent, and forever - are hard enough to bear without the fact that the victim’s killer has yet to be brought to justice. He’d always been taught that everything happened for a purpose - and at times even a higher purpose - but at that point in time, that was hard for him to swallow. And lately, his thoughts had been leaning more toward revenge.

Over a century before the public coined the term "serial killer" to describe prolific killer Ted Bundy, there were serial killers who made Bundy seem mild in comparison. In Infamous Killers from the Past, author Brian lee Tucker has assembled 15 profiles of some of the most prolific and vicious killers that ever lived - and were killing long before the term "serial killer" existed.

Spencer Carlin was sexually and ritually abused as a child. But she is a big girl now, and she still carries a grudge. She might have been raised to be a good little whore, but there were other lessons she learned pretty quick, too. Like how to shimmy out her window when the fighting got too loud. Like how to roll her own cigarettes, thanks to that first (and last) boyfriend, his kisses rough and tasting of tobacco. Like how it feels when a fist connects with your jaw. It's painful, yes. It's even more liberating, though.

Many take it for granted that if there was an assassination conspiracy, Jack Ruby must have been involved. In fact, many people believe there was a conspiracy precisely because of Ruby's murder of Lee Harvey Oswald, which had the effect - intentional or not - of silencing the accused assassin. But was Oswald really the only shooter? In Same Old Conspiracy Theory, author Brian Lee Tucker examines the theory in a new - and thought-provoking - light.

If there was ever a man that could be considered the personification of evil and cruelty, it was Larry Eyler. One of the many serial killers who struggled with the fact that he was homosexual, Larry Eyler was the youngest of four children brought up in Indiana. In March of 1982, it all began. And like transient serial killer Henry Lee Lucas, Eyler literally got away with murder because of his usual MO; never or at least very rarely killing in the same area twice.

Lizzy has bad dreams about Spencer killing her, and the Fixer has some bad dreams - as well as some reservations about his current love interest - of his own. Derrick, wanting to beat Fixer to the punch on capturing Spencer, tries to delay Fixer's involvement for another 24 hours - but the Fixer has other plans.

I am constantly amazed – and somewhat bewildered – by the amount of Hollywood and indie produced films that seem to glorify and sensationalize serial killers. And even placing a romantic spin on low life dirt-bags like Ted Bundy is almost too much to bear. The man almost radiated evil like a supernova. What is even more strange is, while filmmakers continue to spew out films starring handsome, normal looking men {Ted Bundy was one of the only men to fit into this category} they seem to totally ignore some of the most prolific and vicious serial killers in history. Now don't get me wrong; I am not saying that I believe that any serial killer should be made famous for their crimes, gain celebrity status. But is has always left me totally confused as to why so many unheard of killers haven't shown up in popular media. Hell, some of these guys even have web sites dedicated to them, as well as a lot of loyal fans and followers of their crimes. Some of them even have 'groupies' who follow their favorite killer's every move, news articles, etc., in order to keep up with them. Some of these groupies have even married their favorite serial killer. Love is truly blind, I guess. After listening to this audiobook, maybe more people will not only have a more clear view into the mind of a serial killer, but may also be as mystified as I am as to why serial killers seem to be so prevalent in popular media.

Spencer did what she does best. Kill. And she was nervous, but not from second guessing. She was nervous because this excited her. Murder excited her. Aroused her. Gave her a rush like nothing else in this world. And, after tonight, it was going to make her kind of famous. But could her lover, Ashley, carry the burden of Spencer's fame, play second fiddle to her new found wealth - and sleep with a murderess? This might be too complicated for Spencer to handle.

Derrick, wanting to take the glory for Spencer's capture, poses as a client to lure Spencer into a motel room, but the plan backfires, and he becomes her prisoner. Meanwhile, acting on a tip from Lizzy's friend, Valentine, Fixer and Lizzy converge on the motel where Spencer is holding Derrick captive and a showdown ensues – with very unexpected results.

Fixer was sitting at his kitchen table, looking over old Polaroid photos of his son and daughter when they were kids. I have to fix this with Cheryl. The idea clamored for his attention. There is no one to blame for this stupidity but myself. I'll beg Cheryl’s mercy and forgiveness. I’ll go into treatment. I’ll join AA. He really did need a drink this time; hunting down a cold-hearted, remorseless, bloodthirsty man-eater like Spencer Carlin would be the biggest case of his career.

The call me the Fixer. I repair things. I’m usually a very easy going guy, believe it or not. But if you mess with me - or anyone I love, God forbid - I can be the nightmare you never want to have. I can haunt you in the midnight and come after you with an upraised scythe like the Grim Reaper. I can reach out and touch you no matter where you hide, whether you are a pedophile priest or a drug dealer or a wife beater or even the President of the United States.

The call me the Fixer. I repair things. I’m usually a very easy going guy, believe it or not. But if you mess with me – or anyone I love, God forbid – I can be the nightmare you never want to have. I can haunt you in the midnight and come after you with an upraised scythe like the Grim Reaper. I can reach out and touch you no matter where you hide, whether you are a pedophile priest or a drug dealer or a wife beater or even the President of the United States.

The city streets are a carnival, it is burlesque. My senses are accelerated and I can hear the pain and the sin on every street corner. The city moves like an insect. It scurries. Neon beats against the windows like a probe, even in the day. The world around me continues to live and breathe, and as I watch sinners kiss, as I watch them gambol and dance, I am reminded of the fact that somewhere, buried deep within this crazy world, is Spencer - and Ashley, if she was still alive.

After taking the little blue pill she'd offered him, the room began to blur it first began to spin. One second he was sitting at Spencer's side, and doing all he could to keep his vibrating nerves in check, and then everything began to lose its cohesive form. He tried to pretend like he was all right; the interaction of unknown drugs and alcohol was nothing to him. He knew there had to be a devil in this story, and as the world around him started to spin he knew that said devil had arrived....

Molly was only 18 and already an alcoholic, already knew all about inner demons. But she didn't know just how much she wanted to sober up and be a true survivor until she was locked up in a filthy, backwoods jailhouse in the middle of nowhere, with no sign of being released anytime soon. Based on the true story of one woman's fight to survive in a hellish nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape, The Jailhouse Movie Star will linger in your mind long after the final paragraph.

If Pat Garrett didn't kill Billy the Kid on that night long ago in Fort Sumner, New Mexico, then obviously the Kid lived on to be someone else, no doubt under another alias. Indeed, it would have been extremely likely that he would have adopted another name to live his new life under, since he had shown such a propensity for adopting aliases for most of his life. In June of 1949, enter William Henry "Brushy Bill' Roberts - who claimed to be Billy the kid. Probate investigator William V. Morrison agreed to interview Brushy Bill.

>"A bullet to the front of the head demonstrates good marksmanship. A bullet to the back of the head demonstrates good judgment." So quotes John Wesley Hardin, one of the infamous killers of the old west. But, like modern day killer Henry Lee Lucas, was he more of a bragger than a killer? Or was he more of a serial killer than a gun slinger? Was it the loss of his only love, Jane Bowen that drove him over the edge? Or was he just born to be a killer? Find out.

Katie Elder was more, much more, than the title character in John Wayne's 1965 western,The Sons of Katie Elder. She was more than the portrayal by Faye Dunaway in the 1971 film, Doc." Katie Elder was a real person, whose background was perhaps more plaid than checkered. Some historians of the Old West believe she was Mrs. Doc Holliday, and some don't. Either way, she was quite a bit more than the "plainswoman" that revisionist history books call her.