BLOATER follows a neurosurgeon devastated by his wife’s sudden death who experiences a psychological collapse and makes it his mission to enact justice on the world by killing off sinners. What was the inspiration for the setup of your story?
I felt it would be interesting to weave a tale of retribution for those who use social media platforms to spew hate and prejudice upon innocents. My intention was to create a deranged vigilante to exact vengeance. I spent many years in the operating theater as a surgical device representative for several Fortune 500 medical manufacturers, so a medical setting felt comfortable.
Dr. Jeremiah Nowak is a fascinating character, watching him transform and justify his killings. What scene was the most interesting to write for that character?
I endeavored to subtly display Nowak’s increasing obsession with killing, and the satisfaction he derived from it. My favorite scene to write was the finale, where we witness his lust for mutilation and murder, but then ride along as it all comes apart.
I felt that BLOATER delivers the drama so well that it flirts with the grimdark genre. Was it your intention to give the story a darker tone?
Yes. It was important for me to help the reader understand that although trolling in social media is hurtful and can be harmful, it pales in comparison to a maniacal quest for blood.
What is the next book that you’re working on, and when can your fans expect it out?
I am writing a sequel that delves into another Camby and Lanquist investigation. I hope to complete the book by March of 2026. My original plan was to develop a series of three novels for the duo, but I am open to more depending upon the response from your readership.
⭐ THE MOST TERRIFYING VIGILANTE SINCE HANNIBAL LECTER ⭐When neurosurgeon Dr. Jeremiah Randolph Nowak loses his wife in a sudden, brutal accident, something in him breaks—quietly, cleanly, and without repair.
The man who once repaired the human brain begins to dissect the human soul… one sinner at a time. His victims don’t just disappear.
They float—bloated, ballooned, grotesquely smiling—left drifting like obscene warnings across the city skyline.
Each murder is a flawless surgical performance. Each body a message carved in flesh. Each kill more daring than the last. And Nowak tells himself it isn’t vengeance. It’s justice.
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