When
Frank Devlin walks into Justin Wright’s office, the renowned New York City
clinical psychiatrist decides to take on one of the most challenging cases of
his career.
After
their first session, it’s obvious Frank has multiple personalities (“alters”)
and each one couldn’t be more different than the other. Justin must get to know
each individual alter in order to discover the best route to take so that Frank
can live a full and happy life. He must also delve into Frank’s past, one
filled with mystery, darkness and trauma — the true causes behind his
personality split.
As
Justin deals with Frank’s issues, he’s also confronted with his own demons: the
kidnapping of Michael, his youngest son, seven years earlier… a wife he adores,
Mandy, who refuses to accept her son is gone… a constant struggle with his
oldest son, Dylan, who was watching over Michael the day the boy was taken. And
his problems get worse as, unbeknownst to Justin, Frank and his alters are
secretly weaving themselves into his life in ways that will affect the Wright
family forever.
A
suspense-filled story driven by emotion, angst and the ultimate revenge,
“Altered” brings readers down a twisted path of uncertainty and mind games —
leaving them shocked, heartbroken and questioning what could possibly come
next...
"Crazy-good
plot lines and shocking information that had me gasping for breath at every
turn!" - Anne F., Amazon Vine Reviewer
"It was an
amazing ride with tension building throughout until the final twist
ending." - Patricia G., NetGalley Reviewer
Release Date:
November 15, 2022
Purchase from Amazon: https://amzn.to/3BlpCjs
Book Excerpt:
The
frigid breeze whipped across his face. He ran up the city blocks, wiping melted
snowflakes from his eyelids so he could see where he was going. By the time he
reached 49th Street, he was out of breath and had to stop. He leaned against
the steel pole that held both the street signs and traffic lights. After a few
deep breaths, he wiped the liquified flurries off his cheeks and walked as
quickly as he could until he reached 50th.
He
made a right off Park and because the office was so close to the corner, he
could see a glow of light coming from the window. Breathing a sigh of relief, he
went through the building’s glass front door and made a quick left. He didn’t
stop long enough to ring the bell to let anyone know he was about to enter.
Trying to catch his breath, he opened the office door.
The
first thing he saw was a man holding a gun up to his own temple.
He
yelled, and before he could say a coherent word, he watched the man turn toward
him and heard a loud bang. And then another.
His
legs wobbled, then his head banged on the wooden floor. He brought his hand up
to his throat and felt warm liquid oozing from a hole in his neck. He was
surprised at the lack of pain and how rapidly numbness was spreading throughout
his body. His throat felt like it was swelling up, closing his airway. He
fought out a gasp and heard a soft gurgle. Did he just make that noise? Was
blood filling his throat?
He
tried to take another breath and heard the same sloshing liquid. His mind went
void of thought, his body, frozen.
Suddenly
there was muffled yelling, unintelligible screams. Something that felt like a
hand cupped the back of his head and soft skin brushed his cheek. As time
passed, seconds… minutes... hours… he couldn’t be sure, everything faded except
a weightlessness enshrouding him, a gentle sense of calm. He closed his eyes
and listened to the blood pump, with each heartbeat, through the opening in his
neck.
From
some obscure corner of his mind, reality edged its way back in and he struggled
to open his eyes one last time.
Through
the haze of his dissolving vision, he saw a familiar face hovering over him.
Anguish twisted it, and as if from a long distance away, he heard the cries and
moans falling from the man's mouth.
He
wanted to cry, grieve for them both, but once again his heavy eyelids fell
down. The weeping and mumbling became a fading hum and then ultimately silence.
His
final thought was not about this man who sobbed above him, his killer or the
“why” behind what just happened. It was the hope that he’d see the loved one
he’d lost — a hope that made him smile inside as a comforting warmth enveloped
his body like the most snug of blankets warmed by the sun itself.
Rob Kaufman novels are known for having characters with whom people can relate, while at the same time, bringing them on a journey from which most people would crumble.
His degree in Psychology was the first step toward getting beneath the surface of the people in his life. What followed was a lifelong search for what makes people tick – what forces them to become evil when deep down they are yearning for love. Rob’s characters walk this search with him, deep into the human psyche, creating psychological thrillers from everyday events.
Rob’s books are perfect for those who enjoy thrillers but also need strong emotion to keep them deeply involved with the characters.
“All my books hit home for me,” says Rob. “There are always parts that make me laugh out loud as I write them... and many, too many, that make me cry. And the great thing is, I’m finding that many readers of my books experience the same emotions.”
Rob's books receive both national and international praise with most reviews noting that his storylines are extremely "unique" and "sobering" and the twists and turns are "masterful".
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