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Interview with Jillian Lauren – A Samuel Little Special

Ep. 178

I have the honour of having, as a featured guest, the esteemed Jillian Lauren; one of the women responsible for bringing Samuel Little to justice. Yes, the Samuel Little. None other than the premier serial killer in all of North America.


Only the Green River Killer ever came close to matching Little’s kill count. Samuel Little, who went under the radar as a serial killer for decades, has admitted to murdering 93 innocent women. You can rest assured that I will feature a series dedicated to his life and crimes in later episodes, but in this episode I have the pleasure of discussing the case, and other topics, with Jillian Lauren.


Jillian Lauren is a writer, storyteller and adoption advocate, with a love for kickboxing. She is the New York Times bestselling author of the memoirs Everything You Ever Wanted and SOME GIRLS: My Life in a Harem as well as the novel Pretty. SOME GIRLS, in which she recounts her time spent in the harem of the Prince of Brunei, has been translated into eighteen languages. She is also the only journalist so far who have extensively interviewed Samuel Little, the most prolific serial killer in North American history. This experience is what solidified her immense passion for using her platform in the realm of True Crime journalism to prioritize the rights of the surviving families of deceased victims.


Chronicled in Joe Berlinger’s hit STARZ documentary series, CONFRONTING A SERIAL KILLER, and in Michael Connelly’s podcast MURDER BOOK: The Women Who Brought Down Samuel Little, Ms Lauren shines a light on the importance of justice for the people who loved those lost to violent tragedies.


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