THE FOURTH MONKEY by J.D. BARKER #Blog Tour #4MK @jdbarker @HarlequinBooks

Firstly I wish to thank Maxine Groves for inviting me to take part on this super Blog Tour for THE FOURTH MONKEY by J.D. BARKER


The most anticipated thriller of the year – Optioned for both film and television

Se7en meets The Silence of the Lambs in this dark and twisting novel from the author Jeffery Deaver called, “A talented writer with a delightfully devious mind.”

For over five years, the Four Monkey Killer has terrorized the residents of Chicago. When his body is found, the police quickly realize he was on his way to deliver one final message, one which proves he has taken another victim who may still be alive.

As the lead investigator on the 4MK task force, Detective Sam Porter knows even in death, the killer is far from finished. When he discovers a personal diary in the jacket pocket of the body, Porter finds himself caught up in the mind of a psychopath, unraveling a twisted history in hopes of finding one last girl, all while struggling with personal demons of his own.

With only a handful of clues, the elusive killer’s identity remains a mystery. Time is running out and the Four Monkey Killer taunts from beyond the grave in this masterfully written fast-paced thriller.



Do you like gripping all action psychological thrillers, the ones that make you pull the duvet cover up so you can hide in it while you sleep? Well then if the answer is yes you are in for an incredible read which will make you add sleeping under the bed too. This is a serial killer that I will never forget.

Detective Sam Porter has been working on the 4MK serial killer case for the past 5 years which has accumulated an horrific list of murdered young women but due to tragic personal events he is on leave of absence from work at the moment. Well he was until he got a call he couldn’t resist following up on. This crazy serial killler’s reign had coming to an abrupt end in the road accident. Wow I mean I could almost hear the sighs of relief from the pages, that was until I heard about the box ready to be posted to Sam. Just like all the other boxes that were part of this mad man’s ritual. Sam knew the game was playing because in the box was an ear belonging to a girl that the killer had locked away somewhere, until he was ready to send another two boxes before finally killing her.  Now the ‘middle man’ was dead. There was somewhere a girl, a girl still alive that no-one knew who she was or where she was and a Detective that was on a timer to find her before dehydration killed her. The clock was well and truly ticking…………

OMG this is good stuff, there were quite a few stories running along side the main event and each one was so intense I never lost who belonged to each one. There is the back drop story of why Sam Porter had been on an absence of leave, and The Diary.

The diary is that of the killer as a child. This has to be one of the most chilling things that I have ever read. It was like time stopped around me because I was so lost in this child’s stories that I was not aware of anything else. Though to be honest I think I would have been in killing mode myself if anyone had interrupted me reading this book, I wasn’t stopping for anything and no-one. This is real in your face stuff, this is the see the hand stuff because I am not even stopping to say don’t interrupt me. The descriptions are vivid and atmosphere was pure fear, desperation and silent screams that are still in my head that you can only get from reading perfection.

All the time J.D. Barker didn’t let me forget that the clock was still ticking, such a tense and very pacey story that I read with speed but that I didn’t want to end either.

J.D. Barker is going to be a summer block buster of a read and hopefully on the big screen where it will draw a massive audience. Sensational and shocking.



As a child I was always told the dark could not hurt me, that the shadows creeping in the corners of my room were nothing more than just that, shadows. The sounds nothing more than the settling of our old home, creaking as it found comfort in the earth only to move again when it became restless, if ever so slightly. I would never sleep without closing the closet door, oh no; the door had to be shut tight. The darkness lurking inside needed to be held at bay, the whispers silenced. Rest would only come after I checked under the bed at least twice and quickly wrapped myself in the safety of the sheets (which no monster could penetrate), pulling them tight over my head.

I would never go down to the basement.


I had seen enough movies to know better, I had read enough stories to know what happens to little boys who wandered off into dark, dismal places alone. And there were stories, so many stories.

Reading was my sanctuary, a place where I could disappear for hours at a time, lost in the pages of a good book. It didn’t take long before I felt the urge to create my own.

I first began to write as a child, spinning tales of ghosts and gremlins, mystical places and people. For most of us, that’s where it begins—as children we have such wonderful imaginations, some of us have simply found it hard to grow up. I’ve spent countless hours trying to explain to friends and family why I enjoy it, why I would rather lock myself in a quiet little room and put pen to paper for hours at a time than throw around a baseball or simply watch television. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I want to do just that, sometimes I wish for it, but even then the need to write is always there in the back of my mind, the characters are impatiently tapping their feet, waiting their turn, wanting to be heard. I wake in the middle of the night and reach for the pad beside my bed, sometimes scrawling page after page of their words, their lives. Then they’re quiet, if only for a little while. To stop would mean madness, or even worse—the calm, numbing sanity I see in others as they slip through the day without purpose. They don’t know what it’s like, they don’t understand. Something as simple as a pencil can open the door to a new world, can create life or experience death. Writing can take you to places you’ve never been, introduce you to people you’ve never met, take you back to when you first saw those shadows in your room, when you first heard the sounds mumbling ever so softly from your closet, and it can show you what uttered them. It can scare the hell out of you, and that’s when you know it’s good.



J.D. Barker (Jonathan Dylan Barker) is an international bestselling American author who’s work has been broadly described as suspense thrillers, often incorporating elements of horror, crime, mystery, science fiction, and the supernatural.

Barker splits his time between Englewood, FL, and Pittsburgh, PA, with his wife, Dayna.



Twitter: (hashtag #4MK )
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Link to a competition where a reader can win one of 3 paperback copies of the book:

Link to a competition where someone will win and get the chance to be a character in a future book by J.D. Barker:




The grand prize for JD Barker’s launch party for The Fourth Monkey happens to include a private Skype session with him plus…a #4MK care package (swag bag box) which includes:

– Signed Copy of The Fourth Monkey

– Stickers

– 4MK handwritten letter (actual prop from the film/tv show)

– A small white box tied with black string and a surprise inside

– Blank 4MK diary (so recipients can write down their own evil thoughts)


** There will also be 3 runner-up prizes of #4MK care packages (swag bags) **















11 thoughts on “THE FOURTH MONKEY by J.D. BARKER #Blog Tour #4MK @jdbarker @HarlequinBooks

  1. This review makes the book sound rivetting. As one who was captivated by Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal I must read this book, to see if it really is as chilling as Jodie Foster’s hunt for a killer in a dark room!


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