A Tale of Dismemberment and Mayhem by Janine Donoho

An Impressionist's view without correction

An Impressionist’s view without correction

Following a first cataract surgery with another scheduled in mid-March, I’m literally bumping my way through a 3-D kaleidoscopic life over the next month and a half. Once healed, my eyes will see the world in HD panorama. High density plastic lenses? Recycled and swapped for standard reading glasses. Yes, cool science has come through for this blue-eyed blonde who grew up in Nevada’s great outdoors—sans sunglasses. Ain’t life grand?

Future serial killer

Future serial killer

However, story will out. Within this very household, an exposed serial killer reveals himself via strewn limbs and mangled Awful Mad Kitty and Big Mean Kitty torsos. Reading further is not—repeat NOT—advised for the squeamish among you.



Nine months ago, we welcomed into our home a murderer, whose demeanor showed nothing of the impending catastrophe. Even as we allowed his tender looks and seemingly joyful attitude to lull us, his darker side took root. The rest of this story unfolds in pictorial devastation. WARNING: Graphic content of chilling mutilation follows.

Awful Mad Kitty

Awful Mad Kitty

I leave you with the knowledge that I am held hostage in this house by the perpetrator, even as a pile of ‘dead’ stuffed animals accumulates on my sewing box. Among the mortally wounded: Dirty Rotten Kitty, Real Mad Cow, Cold Hearted Snake, and Rocky Raccoon. Only when I can see well enough to mend the broken, the torn, the disemboweled, will this house be populated once more by squeaking plushies—lopsided though they may be.

Future Victims?

Future Victims?

Awful Mad Kitty deconstructed

Awful Mad Kitty deconstructed

The Fallen

The Fallen

The Perp

The Perp

Blog Tour – Janine Donoho – Soundings: Water Elemental

Is there hope for a grieving mother’s heart?

Ecopsychologist Dr. Margo Updike loses herself in a shadow life after her daughter’s tragic death. When a century storm deposits a young girl on Maggie’s secluded beach in Puget Sound, a miraculous renewal begins. Then the apparent orphan exhibits signs of neglect and worse, prompting Maggie’s vow to protect and heal her—no matter the cost.

The arrival of a mysterious man claiming to be Sorcha’s father upends Maggie’s life. She finds Morrissey strangely irresistible even as her friend Sheriff Ajax Smith questions the man’s motives and odd behavior. As a serial killer’s victims begin surfacing in Seal Cove, Jax must curb his suspicions to enlist Maggie as a profiler.

Will Jax and Maggie find the murderer before he strikes again? With Morrissey’s secrets trapping Maggie on destructive shoals between reality and legend, can she grasp his true nature before losing her chance to rebuild a life worth living? To what depths—and heights—will she go for a daughter, a beloved man and, ultimately, her humanity?

Title: Soundings: Water Elemental
Author: Janine Donoho
Genre: adult paranormal suspense/thriller
Publisher: Booktrope Publishing

Excerpt from Soundings: Water Elemental –

Maggie leaned toward Kaci and, keeping her voice low,
said, “Let’s go out to the deck.”

They dressed for damp cold in the mudroom, and after checking
Sorcha and shushing the dogs, they let themselves out through the sliding door.
The friends headed for the covered space around the hot tub. With Kaci’s help, Maggie
removed the locked cover.

“Remember?” she asked Kaci.

“Your dad’s old tub? Of course, silly.” When they were
girls, for the important talks they gravitated toward Ephraim’s tub, then built
of cedar staves.

“Well, that old thing’s slated to be plumbed for a water
feature. This is Mom’s state-of-the-art spa. I think it’ll do.”

Peeking from the hoods of winter coats, they traded conspiratorial
looks before stepping out of their mules and clambering onto the top platform. With
a controlled slide, they occupied the dry space. Wriggling her wool-clad toes, Kaci
said, “Comfy, Mags. You could fit six adults in here easily.”

“I know. Mom wanted to modernize. She intended this for
scads of grandkids.”

“Oh, Mags.” Kaci reached a gloved hand toward Maggie,
who gripped it for comfort. “Now. Tell me what happened this morning.”

First Maggie told her friend about the early morning swim,
finishing with, “She didn’t even seem cold afterward. I was practically blue and
the dogs were exhausted. How can a four-, maybe five-year-old girl swim that far?”

Glancing through the glass doors toward the sleeping girl,
Kaci’s mouth formed a silent wow. She
said, “No wonder she’s tired. But kids have faster metabolisms than adults, don’t

“Well, yes, but Zoe certainly couldn’t have… Anyway
some other bizarre things are starting to surface.”


With a sense of relief, Maggie leaned forward and said,
“Kaci, she didn’t know how to use doorknobs. And the bathroom seems like foreign
territory. I caught her squatting in the mudroom before you came. She thinks it’s
a fine game when I set her on the toilet. Just laughs and giggles. And she hasn’t
put three words together.”

Kaci’s regard wandered over the quiescent girl. “She understands
you, though. And didn’t I hear an accent? Plus Sorcha’s not a common name. What
is it? Russian?”

Maggie said, “I’m thinking Celtic. But Kaci, everything seems foreign to her. She played
at opening and shutting cabinets and drawers until the salmon distracted her. I’ve
put the pots and pans away twice now—with her helping me. She’s so bright and aware,
I’m afraid that at the very least, she’s been secluded to the point of abuse.”

“No kidding. Some strange cult, you think?”

Maggie laughed then. “This from a woman who worships
the earth as Goddess and has tattoos covering nearly every inch of her body.”

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Soundings, Water Elemental

LaunchFebruary 27, 2015
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