Nature Kranderson, a reclusive psychic, stumbles upon the work
of a serial killer when she tries to locate a missing teen for her
family. For some reason, the killers face remains shrouded. That
has never happened before. She has always been able to ID
them. It frustrates her, and makes her a little nervous.
Unfortunately, she can see everything he does to the girls—
every perverted detail—including a wire whisk used on one girl
and a riding crop on another. He gets off keeping them naked
and using them as often as possible before he becomes
disenchanted. When that happens, death follows.
Nature joins forces with Sheriff Web Westerly and begins a cross-
country journey that takes them to Florida. Another teenage girl
is missing from the Brevard County area, and the police have
asked for her help. They want to find the girl before anything
happens to her. After they arrive, Nature discovers her
disappearance has nothing to do with the 'Man', as she's dubbed
While in Florida, the police approach her about another missing
girl. She was taken from a park near the beach and they suspect
it may be the serial killer who has her. Nature confirms their
suspicions. Afterwards, thinking her work is done, she gets ready
to go home, back to Montana. Before that happens, she is called
upon for another case in Daytona. The Man has struck again.
The news people catch wind of the missing girls. They learn of
Nature's involvement and track her down, seeking an exclusive
interview, flashing her face across the television screen once
they locate her. Unfortunately, someone else is watching that
day. A serial killer is looking for his next target, and he thinks he
may have found her on the news.
"Just wanted to let you know that the dust
bunnies, laundry, and the kids' dinner will just
have to wait...and it's all your fault. Innocence
Taken is just too gripping to put down!!! Bravo!"
–Diane, author of "His Black Dahlia", featured
in Horrotica, Issue 2
"Innocence Taken is one of the most
compelling books I have ever read. This book
grabbed me from the first page to the last; I
couldn't put it down. An exciting, thrilling and at
the same time horrifying ride through the mind
of a clairvoyant and the madman that she is
connecting to." –Sharon
"Innocence Taken is very graphic and detailed,
and so might not be suitable for every reader.
It is a fascinating suspenseful novel though,
and the characterization of Nature, the psychic
protagonist, is well done and intriguing. The
secondary characters are delineated well also.
Many readers will be drawn to this story,
despite the detailed violence of the murders.
Janet Durbin will be an author to watch."
–Frost, reviewer from TwoLipsReviews.com
"If you want a terrifying ride into the mind and
acts of a psychotic and the person that has to
track him through a physic connection, this is
the book. A frighting, engrossing page turner."
"First, Readers should be forewarned that this
book contains a considerable amount of
graphic sexual violence. Nature and Web make
for an appealing couple and their budding
romance acts as a shining light in this often
dark thriller." –Jen H, reviewer from
"I purchased all the books Janet has written so
far. I found all of them excellent reading.
Innocence Taken has been the best by far of
all of them, can't wait for her next novel to come
"This book a jaw-dropping, intense
rollercoaster ride into a hell of a nightmare. I
am hoping the Nature series continues."
"I understood this book has graphic violence
which I generally don't go in for. This book is
gripping and holds your attention from start to
finish (which for me is hard to do). I highly
recommend this one." -J. England
In frustration, he withdrew. He looked around in the darkness for something,
anything he could use to excite himself further. While he was distracted, Mindy
rose to her feet. His back faced her. She moved quietly away from him, her eyes
glued on his shadowy form.
She stepped on a twig. It snapped. The man spun around, seeing her. He became
enraged. He charged at her. She fell to one knee, making it seem as if she was
giving up. He hesitated, almost on top of her. She planted the heel of her foot
firmly into his groin. His penis felt hard under her foot. The man fell over, his hands
clutching his wounded part. She leaped to her feet and ran, ran as if her life
depended on it, because it did.
Mindy crashed through the undergrowth. The darkness of night made it difficult to
see beyond arms length. Leaves covered the ground, hiding tree roots and other
obstacles. She fell down many times. Her hands remained tied; she did not have
time to free them. The ground started to slope downward. She flew with it. Her
breath was ragged. She had not exerted herself this much in a long time. She
ripped the tape off and stopped to catch her breath. A crashing noise sounded
behind her, deep in the shadows. She ran on.
She thought several times about stopping and hiding. Each time, the thought was
dashed by the sounds of close pursuit. The man after her wasn’t trying to be quiet.
He wanted her to know he was there. He was probably going to use her in even
more horrible ways before he killed her. She wasn’t going to let that happen. She
had to get away, to warn the police. She had to stop the maniac from hurting
Mindy had her head down, trying to put distance between her and the man chasing
her. When the trees cleared before her, she was in a full out run and could not
stop. She flew over the edge. Her screams echoed throughout the valley below. It
bounced in tempo each time she hit an outcrop of rock or tree. It stopped when
she did, at the bottom of the cliff.
The man leaned over the edge. He had heard the screams and slowed his forward
progress, thus preventing himself from following her. He couldn’t see anything. The
dark covered everything, including the girl. The thought of her twisted dead body
lying speared by a tree or bloody across the ground excited him. His penis grew.
He gripped himself and began to pump. He jerked harder and harder, faster and
faster, until he finally found the release he sought. With a moan of pleasure, he
ejaculated over the edge, hoping it hit the body of the girl below.
Anger replaced the joy caused by his release when he thought about the loss of
the girl and the pleasure associated with her. A frown formed as he put his limp
penis back inside his jeans. Now he would have to hunt again, hunt for The One.
He would have to return to Florida, where it was still warm. Maybe he would go to
the Keys, or maybe Miami. He would make up his mind along the way. Still angry
about the loss, he stormed back the way he came until he reached the trail leading
to the van.
He had calmed down completely by the time he pulled onto the road, heading
south with the hopes of finally locating the one he sought. He hoped to find her
and bring her back to the cabin before the winter snows set in. A smile creased his
face. The fact that he had not rested was forgotten. He was on the hunt again.
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