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You're here! Welcome to #Philly murders.

You probably know me as Anikola but I am also A. Bitter. 

My best-selling five star Philly

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Investigate with Savrini, a Philly detective  driven by voracious desires. 

I warn you--keep an eye out for the blood. 

If you want to escape the mundane and refuse to let the p. c. police dictate your life, this book is for you. 

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SEAGULLS--WHERE ARE THEY?

SEAGULLS     GONE?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4jpTpNak1w

Where have the seagulls gone? Don't see them on mid-beach, Miami Beach anymore. Why not?

Even Mockingbirds have dropped their screeching sounds from their repertoire. 

Were their eggs destroyed when the City cleaned out the dunes to prepare for the beach path?

Sad

SNOW IN PHILLY

           

           "I couldn’t see my car-- Couldn’t make it out in the lot. Kept moving around searching in the deluge of white.

           Suddenly, there were no cars.

           I didn’t know where I was. Only thing was the sleet that beat at my face. I must have walked out into a park or an empty lot.

           I began to run. I slid. The snow came down harder. I couldn’t see anything, only the snow-filled sky. Everywhere I turned was emptiness.

           I couldn’t catch my breath. I stopped and stood still. I heard nothing, no people, no cars, no trucks--nothing. I was alone…but where?

           I opened my purse, dug out my cell. My hands were so cold, it slipped into the darkness. I heard it bounce, and it was gone. I crouched down to feel around with both hands.

           Nothing.

           I moved away from where I’d been to where I thought it might have landed. I bent down and felt around blindly. I couldn’t find it. I gave up, stood and looked around. There were no lights.

           The snow fell heavier. I ran to where I believed the studio was. Faster now, I slid with every step.

           I slowed myself. Try to think. Try to figure where you are.

           I couldn’t.

           Someone appeared close by. A shrouded figure, a short person in a black cape and hood. I couldn’t see the face but she murmured and pointed with her outstretched arm and forefinger.

           I knew this person. I knew her for sure."  From Discipline

Don't confuse #The Lords of Discipline with #Discipline by Anikola Bitter.

Don't confuse #The Lords of Discipline with #Discipline by Anikola Bitter. 

Discipline is 

a sordid, sex-dripping murder mystery set in a snow-bound Philadelphia.

 

TRUMP THINKS LIKE SAVRINI

Savrini agrees withTrump 

       The media rant, TAX MORE! Support criminals’ ‎rights, illegals’ rights, plaintiffs’ rights, unions’ rights, uninsureds’ ‎rights, homeless’ rights, unemployeds’ rights.‎

          Who's blamed when there’s not enough money for police and fire? Conservatives--because they refuse to tax industry to death.

        Some Republicans are pro-illegal immigration. They laugh at secured borders; that jobs should be for our own citizens; that people should obey the laws on the books.

        They say, “Keep the illegals here! They represent the best. We need them. Industry, agriculture, business need cheap labor.” 

          How about our own poor? How about the workers on the bottom, flung aside, replaced by lower paid illegals?

          Our leaders say, if not for the low salaries illegals earn, there would be nothing affordable to buy. 

          The truth?

          And why are Unions complicit? Aren’t they concerned that our citizens are unemployed because illegals work for less? Savrini decides that union bosses care only about political power and their own personal gain.

       Is anyone offended that huge quantities of money are spent on illegal immigrants. The media would have you believe you are selfish because you want our own citizens protected.

          Savrini say the media wants more readers and pandemonium-- it's news.  Most readers don't know their own taxes pay for illegals' education, healthcare, welfare, food, incarceration costs, and capital losses. 

          

GENRE OF KILLER JOE

If you were captivated by #Killer Joe, you'll be swallowed whole by Discipline. Want to drown in depravity? This murder/mystery's for you.

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FATHERS MISSING

#FATHERS MISSING

Mothers and aunts in ‎expensive “doos” and ‎three inch nails, lament the mistreatment of their “innocent young boys,” ‎whose crime was? “He jes got in with the wrong ‎crowd.”

          Bullshit! ‎

          The young men had no fathers, no male role models to emulate, no one to demonstrate how to be honorable law-abiding employed adults. ‎

          Our welfare system perpetuates the fatherless system. The ‎cycle continues. These ne’er-do-wells have no future unless ‎something drastic is done to secure a normal home life. ‎Not about to happen. Nothing will change because the underclass ‎respects their self-anointed leaders who refuse to focus on the ‎boys’ most dire need--trustworthy fathers. ‎

          Au contraire, admonishes Savrini to his imaginary audience, their people berate pro-family speakers accuse them of proselytizing a ‎diabolical racist concept antithetical to their society’s mores. How ‎impertinent that an outsider should suggest that the number one ‎need is an adult male and an adult female to forge the family ‎unit.‎

          “The community” foments anger at ‎the “system” because there are not enough hand-outs. All the ‎money in the world will not solve the problems caused by men reared by single mothers on welfare, by the dearth of good ‎men in their sons’ lives. ‎

          At the police station, before the rolling cameras and the ‎sympathetic news people, the Mamas protest. “Po’lices should do ‎mo to keeps our boys on the right track.” ‎

          Everyone forgets the youth programs sponsored and run by ‎these very same officers whom they accuse of brutality and a ‎substantial want of concern. ‎

From Discipline, 5 star murder/mystery by Anikola Bitter.

         

Philly allows a smidgen of safety to its police.

"(He) inches sideways against the brick wall, grasps and turns the knob, throws open the door.

          Nothing.

          Silence but for the driving music and the door that bounces back and bangs against the outside wall.

          He enters, praying that his back-up will be along soon...
          What happened to ‘partners’? Cops used to make calls with sidekicks. Eliminated because of cut-backs, he muses. Partners-- that was a good thing. He notices that every great idea is discarded."

From Discipline

Phillymystery

        #Phillymurdermystery 

Put on your overcoat, tuck in your scarf, check out the debauchery. Be titillated by perversions by dark characters, be sucked into the depths of depravity. A must read.

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DISCO BALL

    Strobe lights flashed pulsed on and off. Couples writhed ‎together arms in ‎the air, women in tight skimpy sequined dresses. Gyrating hips ‎rubbed against ‎buttocks. Music went b-bam, bam, ‎brum, brum.

     The faceted glass globe revolved igniting a rainbow on their face sparkling droplets of sweat on their cheeks.  

    Two men sandwiched her in the middle. Used her to get off. Her eyes were ‎closed.‎

    A couple came outside. She took off her panties. The man dropped his jeans and pushed her up ‎against a red Corvette. He hiked up her ‎short leather skirt…

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TEMPLE U. GRADUATE WRITES PERVERTED PSYCHO-SEXUAL MURDER/MYSTERY

Temple University grad writes about a Philly buried in snow and spotlights its deviant characters. But are they deviants or are they you and I? Click here. to find out.

Detective Savrini Races Home

     The element of surprise arouses him, promises more. She hardly ever refuses, well not convincingly anyway. He knows she likes what he does.      

She used to squeal with delight like her mother did early on.    Now her face scrunches up to accentuate her deep dimple. He adores that dimple but the look of displeasure almost turns him off.       

Almost.       

He has his fun and no one’s the wiser. He assures himself that it can't be bad.

MISS KITTY

What a relief to be outside after that contentious bridge game. The stifling heat inside and the rudeness of pugnacious people was more than I bargained for.

I heave a sigh of relief bend my body into the wind and start out. The frosty air nips my cheeks and lips. I taste snow in the air. In Philly you always know when the weather’s about to change. Pretty soon the white stuff will begin its slow drift, gently at first and the sun will disappear. Until then I’ll enjoy my stroll along the pretty shop-lined streets.

I slide my silk scarf over and around my head to cover my ears, tie it at my throat and tuck the ends into the collar of my coat.

I inhale a gulp of frigid air and head east on Walnut and over to Chestnut toward the Benjamin where I’ll collect my granddaughters from school.

I’ve just passed Macy’s when I realize I’m too early. I’ll be shivering in front of the building waiting for school to let out.

I double back, pull open the heavy oaken doors and step into what used to be Wanamaker’s the ancient relic of Philly’s better days.

It’s cozy in here. The warm air flows throughout the store enveloping me in its comforting cocoon. Aromas of perfume float out and away from the cosmetic counters permeating the air swirling and vaporizing even to the far reaches of the first floor. I absorb the pleasant odors, smile and glance at the huge metal Eagle perched above the shoppers in the middle of the store. That old constant soothes me.

Music wafts down from above, from the mezzanine where the antique monstrous organ pumps out its melodic chords.

I feel a slight breeze and sense the rustle of fabric from somewhere above. I look up to see yards of pink silk draped around the feet of group of little-girl-manikins in pink tutus poised on a ledge circling around a pillar. Stiff tulle skirts jut away from the tops of the manikins’ slender thighs.

The exhibit draws my mind back to a time long ago to the years of tap, toe, and ballet classes; glossy black patent tap-shoes, pink tutus over tights, luminous satin pointes, pink satin ribbons‎ wound over the instep to crisscross and tie around the calf, toe shoes that blister even with the clump of lambs’ wool stuffed into the toe.

Miss Kitty…

What happened that last day?

No! I won’t think about that. Not now.

Today I’ll remember the pink fluff of her softness, the thrills elicited by my beautiful dance teacher. Not the bad stuff. No, not that.

Miss Kitty in pink--always pink, hugs infused with the warm sweet talc of her body. Her wee ones enraptured by her, pirouette gawkily, arms raised in triangles rather than soft arcs, lift up to “reach the sky.” Dance routines accompanied by the stern-faced, pointy-nosed, black-as black-haired pianist. As I think about then--I can’t recall what happened to her. I never thought about her. She was--just there--just furniture.

Miss Kitty’s miniature dancers follow her directions but are impatient for the delicious breaks to come, the reason we are here.

Rest time—best time.

We little ones descend the dark narrow wood-slatted staircase that leads into the basement darkness, a darkness broken only by a single yellow bulb dangling from the ceiling. Miss Kitty pulls the chain and a soft yellow light brightens this small area below.

We seat ourselves cross-legged on the floor a semi-circle around our sweet Miss Kitty who has perched herself on her tiny chair. We stare up at her with adoration while she gazes past us, face drooped with fatigue or boredom--expressionless, eyes focused off into the blackness, into the distant depths of the room. She dabs a fine linen handkerchief at the tiny droplets that glisten her face, arms, and chest. A glowing sheen of moisture covers her body. 

I hold my breath.

Finally she announces--“It’s time!”

We line up to take our turn to hug Miss Kitty to bask in her soft warmth to encircle her slender waist with our tiny arms to feel her body encased in the palest of pink silkiness.

My turn. I gather the material between my fingers crimping the folds of the creamy shiny fabric, fondle the silky soft pink of her costume caress her sensual body.

This basement is the wondrous place below her mirrored storefront studio, our secret place where no one else may venture, out of sight of the uninvited.

Our mothers wait upstairs, lips thin below scornful scowls, disheartened by our secretive, too-long breaks downstairs. They slouch seated on the bench, backs resting against the glass façade; our street clothes and their purses clutched in their arms.

End-of-year recitals, tulle and sequined-satin  costumes, shoes glued, silver-sparkled made beautiful for that one day. No loss, by September they’ll be too small for our fast-growing feet. The excitement of that day is too much for our little hearts. 

I picture Miss Kitty and my mind savors her baby-powder scent, her softness, her wan expression, her pinkness.

Back outside, the cold jolts me into reality. Dark now--the wind punches my face. A few soft snowflakes glitter my black coat.

The warm memories dissipate like smoke. I’m left without Miss Kitty--again. My dream is gone. Miss Kitty is gone.

Truth floods in. I see her in my mind. People told what they saw. It was as if I too saw her that day, the day she stepped into a pink Rolls Royce and was never seen again.

#caress #Miss Kitty #tulle #sequin #satin #talc
#snowflakes

    

    

IVAN WATCHES

The louvers are open just enough for him to see the bed.  His is a front row seat for the show.

She wears nothing but a thong and shiny silver pasties.

A special knock announces her lover who enters and bounds up the stairs three at a time..."

DISCIPLINE is for you because you like your mystery books full of smelly graphic sex, murder, and puddles of blood.  

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AMBER'S REVIEW

Amber Lynn Ford read Discipline and gave 

it *** (five stars) on Amazon.

Amber said "it was great read...well 

written...Awesome... A wonderful book...that 

gives a first hand look at abuse. 

She "recommends it." 

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DET.SAVRINI

He knows he shouldn’t think about her that way but he can’t help it. Anyway he doesn’t ever hurt her and assures himself that what he does is all right. Even so, when images of her caress his mind like now, he’s surprised he feels no guilt. Convenient for him, otherwise he might have to stop.

The detective is happy no one knows. If ‎he ‎isn’t ‎careful-- should anyone find out-- he’d make the news and his life will be over. But that worry is short-lived and he’s back to his pursuit.

The element of surprise arouses him, promises more because sometimes she disappears right after he calls to tell her he’s on his way. Why? She hardly ever refuses, well, not convincingly anyway. He knows she likes what he does.

He’s certain Pam does the same sex things with the bums she meets at the clubs, but he’s sure they can’t please her like he does. He asks her that. She doesn’t answer, just twists her features into an expression that says, “You know the answer, asshole.”

          Oh how he hates that look, the brow furrow and the one side of her face scrunched up that accentuates her deep dimple. He adores that dimple but not the look of displeasure. That almost turns him off.

          Almost.

Shades of

+Joseph Mendez

TASTE THE BOOK. SMELL THE SMOLDERING SEX

She tilts her head mischievously, smirks and presses a painted finger to her chin. He’s not allowed to touch, only show he’s thirsty to ravish those luscious breasts--to swallow the delicious nipples. She straightens up as if to hide them, then turns to expose…

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REVIEWS

"DISCIPLINE IS VERY EROTIC and the ending is shocking and unexpected." Arlene Lessel

Rita Seamon: “Anikola Bitter paints dark characters in vivid colors. As a Duplicate teacher, I laughed at the bridge scenes and enjoyed the ballroom dance sketches.
It leaves you guessing how it will all turn out.

S. Butler said, “A roller coaster ride through sexual perversion and sadistic brutal murder. An absorbing cast of characters in complex relationships, hiding dirty little secrets which gradually unfold as the story twists and turns. 

Every time I thought I had everything figured out and knew who the monster was...another twist....I had to think again. Compelling! GREAT READ AND PAGE TURNER.”

M. Kutell: “I took a chance on this debut novel and it's a page turner. Bitter writes from inside the heads of Detective Savrini and several witnesses, many of whom are just not interested in helping the police. It took me a while to figure who are the real victims and who are not and why are they victims? The suspense lasts the entire book and I couldn't put it down. I hope the movie comes out soon.”

Michael Albany said, “Wow, just wow!”

Marcia Valibus Ludwig: “The characters are degenerate and eerie. A real page-turner.
Can't wait for the follow-up book!”
 

DAVID RUSKIN: “I enjoyed this book very much. It is filled with tawdry characters and the story is 

engrossing. The mystery is not unveiled 'till 

the end and it kept me from putting it down.”


Amber Lynn Ford read Discipline and gave 

it *** (five stars) on Amazon.

Amber said "it was great read...well 

written...Awesome... A wonderful book...that 

gives a first hand look at abuse. 

I recommend it." 

"DISCIPLINE IS VERY EROTIC and the ending is shocking and unexpected"

Those  are the words of Arlene Lessel when she finished reading Discipline by A. Bitter.

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REVIEW BY RITA SEAMON

Where is young Elizabeth? What is she? Is she dead? A phantom intent on revenge? Read Discipline to find out. This book does not disappoint.

Anikola paints dark characters in vivid colors.

I laughed at the bridge scenes and the ballroom dance.
It leaves you guessing how it will all turn out.

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OLDER REVIEWS OF DISCIPLINE by Anikola Bitter

These are three older reviews posted on the Amazon Site.

By S. Butler on October 21, 2014

Format: Kindle Edition

A roller coaster ride through sexual perversion and sadistic brutal murder. An absorbing cast of characters

in complex relationships, hiding dirty little secrets which gradually unfold as the story twists and turns. 

Every time I thought I had everything figured out and knew who the monster was...another twist....I had to

think again. Compelling! GREAT READ AND PAGE TURNER

By M. Kutell on October 19, 2014

Format: Paperback

I took a chance on this debut novel and it's a page turner. Bitter writes from inside the heads of Detective Savrini and several witnesses- many of whom are just not interested in helping police. It took me a while to figure who are the real victims and who are not; and why are they victims? The suspense lasts the entire book; and I couldn't put it down. I hope the movie comes out soon.

By Michael Albany on December 20, 2014

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Wow, just wow!


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NEW REVIEW OF DISCIPLINE

DISCIPLINE by Anikola Bitter has characters who are degenerate and eerie.
A real page-turner.
Can't wait for the follow-up book!
  Marcia Valibus Ludwig

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REVIEW BY DAVID RUSKIN

 REVIEW OF DISCIPLINE BY BRIDGE MASTER DAVID RUSKIN 

 I enjoyed this book very much. It is filled 

with tawdry characters and the story is 

engrossing. The mystery is not unveiled 'till 

the end and it kept me from putting it down.

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