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A Serial Killer Targets Ex-cons in the City of Brotherly
Love and its up to One Woman to Stop Him.
PHILADELPHIA , PA - A known pedophile is found
murdered and brutally mutilated in a seedy back alley
in North Philadelphia. B. Angelo, Philadelphias top
Homicide detective is assigned the case and even
though she has a personal dislike of the victim, shed
handle the case as she would any other. Angel of
Death is a present day police drama by Rosanna
Filippello.
Upon investigation, Detective Angelo discovers that it
wasnt a random killing and that his killer knew the
victim. Soon the body count starts adding up and the
only common link is the fact that they were all
ex-convicts, killed ritualistically with a unique weapon.
She is forced to work with another detective, Dwayne
Ronalds, who she believes is only interested in his
own advancement and career.
Even though their personalities clash and they dont
particularly like each other, the detectives work
together to uncover the killers identity. The killer,
however, is determined to complete his mission, given
to him by God, even if that means he has to go
through Detective Angelo to do so. Will Angelo be
able to find him before more men die or will he destroy
her first?
Filippello was born and raised in Philadelphia, Penn.
and graduated from Cardinal Dougherty High School
in 1986. She then attended Temple University for a
time before joining the police force in 1993. Filippello
works as a patrol officer in the "Fighting" Fourteenth
District of the city. A lover of writing since a young
child, she acquired a thirst for reading while growing
up. Angel of Death is her third book and is the first
book in the Angelo Mystery series.
Love and its up to One Woman to Stop Him.
PHILADELPHIA , PA - A known pedophile is found
murdered and brutally mutilated in a seedy back alley
in North Philadelphia. B. Angelo, Philadelphias top
Homicide detective is assigned the case and even
though she has a personal dislike of the victim, shed
handle the case as she would any other. Angel of
Death is a present day police drama by Rosanna
Filippello.
Upon investigation, Detective Angelo discovers that it
wasnt a random killing and that his killer knew the
victim. Soon the body count starts adding up and the
only common link is the fact that they were all
ex-convicts, killed ritualistically with a unique weapon.
She is forced to work with another detective, Dwayne
Ronalds, who she believes is only interested in his
own advancement and career.
Even though their personalities clash and they dont
particularly like each other, the detectives work
together to uncover the killers identity. The killer,
however, is determined to complete his mission, given
to him by God, even if that means he has to go
through Detective Angelo to do so. Will Angelo be
able to find him before more men die or will he destroy
her first?
Filippello was born and raised in Philadelphia, Penn.
and graduated from Cardinal Dougherty High School
in 1986. She then attended Temple University for a
time before joining the police force in 1993. Filippello
works as a patrol officer in the "Fighting" Fourteenth
District of the city. A lover of writing since a young
child, she acquired a thirst for reading while growing
up. Angel of Death is her third book and is the first
book in the Angelo Mystery series.
Rosanna Filippello was born
and raised in Philadelphia, PA
and graduated from Cardinal
Dougherty High School in 1986.
She then attended Temple
University for a time before
joining the police force in 1993.
Filippello works as a patrol
officer in the "Fighting"
Fourteenth District of the city. A
lover of writing since a young
child, she acquired a thirst for
reading while growing up. Angel
of Death was her third book and
is the first book in the Angelo
Mystery series.
and raised in Philadelphia, PA
and graduated from Cardinal
Dougherty High School in 1986.
She then attended Temple
University for a time before
joining the police force in 1993.
Filippello works as a patrol
officer in the "Fighting"
Fourteenth District of the city. A
lover of writing since a young
child, she acquired a thirst for
reading while growing up. Angel
of Death was her third book and
is the first book in the Angelo
Mystery series.
Senior Vice President, Denise "the Dragon Lady"
Lyons is the Boss from Hell. She is a force to be
reckoned with and is feared and disliked by all who
work for her. One day after a serious fall and injury,
she meets a man who sees beyond her tyrannical
behavior. He sees sadness in her heart...a
trauma...that he desperately wants to heal. A twist of
fate puts them living next door to each other and
although she is rude and obnoxious to him at every
turn, he is never discouraged in his pursuit of her. No
matter how hard she tries to resist, he worms his way
into her life and into her heart. He is determined to
break through her heart of stone and make it his.
Lyons is the Boss from Hell. She is a force to be
reckoned with and is feared and disliked by all who
work for her. One day after a serious fall and injury,
she meets a man who sees beyond her tyrannical
behavior. He sees sadness in her heart...a
trauma...that he desperately wants to heal. A twist of
fate puts them living next door to each other and
although she is rude and obnoxious to him at every
turn, he is never discouraged in his pursuit of her. No
matter how hard she tries to resist, he worms his way
into her life and into her heart. He is determined to
break through her heart of stone and make it his.
Angelo pulled up in front of Jenny's house. Why are
all the lights out? she wondered. Surely she hadn't
gone to bed so early. Jenny knew she was going to be
stopping by to see her tonight. She reached for her
cell phone, but remembered it was dead. Getting out
of the car, she walked up the front path. She noticed
a set of footprints in the snow. The snow had been
falling fast, but not fast enough to cover them
completely. They were made maybe a half an hour
ago. She followed the fading but large, definitely male
footprints. definitely amiss. Tracking them to the rear
yard, she spied the phone box, its wires cut. "Oh,
damn!" The footprints ended at the fence. Angelo
looked around to see it they backtracked, but they did
not. Looking up, she could see the door ajar on the
second floor deck. She had to get up there. Climbing
the fence, she pulled herself up and onto the deck.
She peered into the darkened room. If only I had a
lousy flashlight! My kingdom for a flashlight. Pulling
her firearm, she opened the door and crept inside. In
the pitch black darkness, she made her way over to
the door. She leaned an ear to the door, listening.
She could hear voices across the hall. A man's voice
and a very frightened woman's. Slowly opening the
door, praying it wouldn't squeak and alert them, she
moved down the hall toward the voices. She could
smell tobacco. He was here. She knew it-and damn
it-so was Jennifer. Fearing that Jenny would be hurt in
the crossfire if she used her weapon, she secured it.
She was equally dangerous without it. She moved
closer to the door and listened at the master
bedroom. She could hear Jenny trying to talk to her
assailant. He seemed to be getting impatient with her
stalling. "On the bed, now!" he ordered. Angelo could
hear Jenny being tossed down on the bed, its
mattress springs creaking. She tried the door, but
found it locked. Now! Angelo thought as she kicked in
the bedroom door. She crashed inside, taking both
Jenny and the man by surprise. He jumped up as
Angelo charged him. He was as solid as a rock. It was
like running into a brick wall. Angelo was not a small
woman by any standard, having more muscle than fat
on her lean body, but he swatted her away with a
backhand. Rolling away from the punch, she charged
him again. Jenny screamed. The man was quicker
than Angelo anticipated and he hurled the bedside
lamp at her.
all the lights out? she wondered. Surely she hadn't
gone to bed so early. Jenny knew she was going to be
stopping by to see her tonight. She reached for her
cell phone, but remembered it was dead. Getting out
of the car, she walked up the front path. She noticed
a set of footprints in the snow. The snow had been
falling fast, but not fast enough to cover them
completely. They were made maybe a half an hour
ago. She followed the fading but large, definitely male
footprints. definitely amiss. Tracking them to the rear
yard, she spied the phone box, its wires cut. "Oh,
damn!" The footprints ended at the fence. Angelo
looked around to see it they backtracked, but they did
not. Looking up, she could see the door ajar on the
second floor deck. She had to get up there. Climbing
the fence, she pulled herself up and onto the deck.
She peered into the darkened room. If only I had a
lousy flashlight! My kingdom for a flashlight. Pulling
her firearm, she opened the door and crept inside. In
the pitch black darkness, she made her way over to
the door. She leaned an ear to the door, listening.
She could hear voices across the hall. A man's voice
and a very frightened woman's. Slowly opening the
door, praying it wouldn't squeak and alert them, she
moved down the hall toward the voices. She could
smell tobacco. He was here. She knew it-and damn
it-so was Jennifer. Fearing that Jenny would be hurt in
the crossfire if she used her weapon, she secured it.
She was equally dangerous without it. She moved
closer to the door and listened at the master
bedroom. She could hear Jenny trying to talk to her
assailant. He seemed to be getting impatient with her
stalling. "On the bed, now!" he ordered. Angelo could
hear Jenny being tossed down on the bed, its
mattress springs creaking. She tried the door, but
found it locked. Now! Angelo thought as she kicked in
the bedroom door. She crashed inside, taking both
Jenny and the man by surprise. He jumped up as
Angelo charged him. He was as solid as a rock. It was
like running into a brick wall. Angelo was not a small
woman by any standard, having more muscle than fat
on her lean body, but he swatted her away with a
backhand. Rolling away from the punch, she charged
him again. Jenny screamed. The man was quicker
than Angelo anticipated and he hurled the bedside
lamp at her.
Two Lovers Fight for the Freedom of All Womankind
in a Post-Apocalyptic World
The last World War has left the earth devastated by
chemical and biological warfare. It's the year 2124,
and one woman fights for the freedom of all women.
Caught in the Crossfire is the post-apocalyptic
romance by Rosanna Filippello-Sztuba.
After a civil war tears across North America pitting
brother against sister, women are enslaved by men.
The sole purpose of women is to service the male
society where sex and violence are the norm. Then a
young woman, Sasha Civic, is kidnapped from the few
remaining free zones and sold into slavery. Her new
owner, Reginald Milhouse is a sadistic maniacal man
determined to force his pretty new slave to submit.
Sasha is the possessor of a strong spirit and will only
submit upon death. A young man, Maxwell Jordan,
who challenges the status quo, rescues Sasha and
delivers her into freedom in Canada.
Even though the two fall in love, Sasha can't let her
mind rest while other women live in pain. Not wanting
to abandon her fellow women to torment and death,
she joins a resistance movement to fight the men. Will
she prevail, or will she and Maxwell be Caught in the
Crossfire?
in a Post-Apocalyptic World
The last World War has left the earth devastated by
chemical and biological warfare. It's the year 2124,
and one woman fights for the freedom of all women.
Caught in the Crossfire is the post-apocalyptic
romance by Rosanna Filippello-Sztuba.
After a civil war tears across North America pitting
brother against sister, women are enslaved by men.
The sole purpose of women is to service the male
society where sex and violence are the norm. Then a
young woman, Sasha Civic, is kidnapped from the few
remaining free zones and sold into slavery. Her new
owner, Reginald Milhouse is a sadistic maniacal man
determined to force his pretty new slave to submit.
Sasha is the possessor of a strong spirit and will only
submit upon death. A young man, Maxwell Jordan,
who challenges the status quo, rescues Sasha and
delivers her into freedom in Canada.
Even though the two fall in love, Sasha can't let her
mind rest while other women live in pain. Not wanting
to abandon her fellow women to torment and death,
she joins a resistance movement to fight the men. Will
she prevail, or will she and Maxwell be Caught in the
Crossfire?
A cold-blooded assassin determined to complete his
mission….
A homicide detective dedicated to catching her man….
A recipe for danger!
mission….
A homicide detective dedicated to catching her man….
A recipe for danger!
The man only known by the code name, “The Cobra,”
has a mission to complete and Detective B. Angelo,
Philadelphia’s Top Homicide Detective is in his way.
Although the Cobra, an international assassin, has a
history of playing games with the local law
enforcement authorities for entertainment, he clean
up loose ends, he is in search of the surviving witness
Angelo has vowed to protect.
Angelo stumbles onto more than just the deaths of a
Federal Witness and a FBI Agent when she delves
into the dark world of the infamous Mob family that
was rumored to have hired the Cobra. Now not only
does the Cobra see Angelo as a threat, but so does
the South Philly Mafioso. They are two unpredictable
entities that want to see her out of the picture, or
worse—Dead!
A thorn in Angelo’s side is the FBI Agent, Joseph J.
Barr, who is more interested in tracking down the
Cobra than helping the local police solve a murder of
one of their own. Agent Barr puts roadblocks in her
way almost from the beginning. With or without the FBI’
s help, she is undeterred and plows ahead with her
own investigation.
Will Angelo be able to catch the killer and not only
protect the surviving witness, but herself as well? And
will the truth come out to haunt her when the Cobra,
playing his mind games, delves into personal life?
has a mission to complete and Detective B. Angelo,
Philadelphia’s Top Homicide Detective is in his way.
Although the Cobra, an international assassin, has a
history of playing games with the local law
enforcement authorities for entertainment, he clean
up loose ends, he is in search of the surviving witness
Angelo has vowed to protect.
Angelo stumbles onto more than just the deaths of a
Federal Witness and a FBI Agent when she delves
into the dark world of the infamous Mob family that
was rumored to have hired the Cobra. Now not only
does the Cobra see Angelo as a threat, but so does
the South Philly Mafioso. They are two unpredictable
entities that want to see her out of the picture, or
worse—Dead!
A thorn in Angelo’s side is the FBI Agent, Joseph J.
Barr, who is more interested in tracking down the
Cobra than helping the local police solve a murder of
one of their own. Agent Barr puts roadblocks in her
way almost from the beginning. With or without the FBI’
s help, she is undeterred and plows ahead with her
own investigation.
Will Angelo be able to catch the killer and not only
protect the surviving witness, but herself as well? And
will the truth come out to haunt her when the Cobra,
playing his mind games, delves into personal life?
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Police Author
Rosanna Filippello
Rosanna Filippello