An Excerpt from TELL ME and a Little More CLOSE TO HOME!
First off, I’m so happy that
CLOSE TO HOME
is now on more than sixty of your Goodreads shelves! As promised, here is a clearer picture of the cover!
Before I go, I have one more treat to share: a sneak peak of TELL ME, which will be available in paperback this coming Tuesday 2/25/14. It’s about a reporter whose latest true crime book has put her back in the cross-hairs of a killer. Read the excerpt below, and if you haven’t already, add CLOSE TO HOME to your Goodreads shelf for more cover reveals and excerpts! When we reach 100 shelves, we'll be back with an even clearer image of the CLOSE TO HOME cover and an excerpt of yet another of my novels!
TELL ME excerpt:
Nikki read through old testimony, especially Blondell O’Henry’s, about the night in question. As she did, she saw in her mind’s eye the scenario that had unfolded in the old cabin. It was a small building, one Nikki had known well, as it sat on the edge of property belonging to her uncle. Blondell was contemplating the loss of her unborn child and her recent divorce from her husband, Calvin, whom she swore was abusive. That’s why she’d taken her three children to the cabin: to think things over and get her priorities straight. Her relationship with Roland Camp had been unraveling, and she had been faced with a future as a single mother.
Blondell maintained that her two younger children had been asleep, tucked into the loft above the main living area; her older daughter, Amity, was on the pull‐out couch downstairs. Blondell had been out back on the screened‐in porch, wrapped in a sleeping bag on an old chaise longue, drinking wine and watching the rain pour from the heavens to dimple the dark waters of the lake and listening to it pound noisily on the roof. She’d said it was nearly impossible for her to hear much of anything else, but she didn’t mind. Caught in her own troubles, she’d been lulled by the wind and rain and wine while her kids slept inside the tiny cabin—basically one large room with a loft and a small alcove for a kitchen, along with a closet‐sized bath.
She’d intended to bed down for the night on an old recliner near the fire that she’d lit in the old rock fireplace but had taken a few minutes to herself.
And that had been her mistake.
Somehow she’d closed her eyes and nodded off to the steady rhythm of the rain. She didn’t know how long she’d dozed, only remembered that she’d awoken sharply at the sound of a car backfiring in the distance and just before a dog began barking wildly. The rain was still steady, but not as strong. She had a sudden premonition that something was wrong. Very wrong.
Before I go, I have one more treat to share: a sneak peak of TELL ME, which will be available in paperback this coming Tuesday 2/25/14. It’s about a reporter whose latest true crime book has put her back in the cross-hairs of a killer. Read the excerpt below, and if you haven’t already, add CLOSE TO HOME to your Goodreads shelf for more cover reveals and excerpts! When we reach 100 shelves, we'll be back with an even clearer image of the CLOSE TO HOME cover and an excerpt of yet another of my novels!
TELL ME excerpt:
Nikki read through old testimony, especially Blondell O’Henry’s, about the night in question. As she did, she saw in her mind’s eye the scenario that had unfolded in the old cabin. It was a small building, one Nikki had known well, as it sat on the edge of property belonging to her uncle. Blondell was contemplating the loss of her unborn child and her recent divorce from her husband, Calvin, whom she swore was abusive. That’s why she’d taken her three children to the cabin: to think things over and get her priorities straight. Her relationship with Roland Camp had been unraveling, and she had been faced with a future as a single mother.
Blondell maintained that her two younger children had been asleep, tucked into the loft above the main living area; her older daughter, Amity, was on the pull‐out couch downstairs. Blondell had been out back on the screened‐in porch, wrapped in a sleeping bag on an old chaise longue, drinking wine and watching the rain pour from the heavens to dimple the dark waters of the lake and listening to it pound noisily on the roof. She’d said it was nearly impossible for her to hear much of anything else, but she didn’t mind. Caught in her own troubles, she’d been lulled by the wind and rain and wine while her kids slept inside the tiny cabin—basically one large room with a loft and a small alcove for a kitchen, along with a closet‐sized bath.
She’d intended to bed down for the night on an old recliner near the fire that she’d lit in the old rock fireplace but had taken a few minutes to herself.
And that had been her mistake.
Somehow she’d closed her eyes and nodded off to the steady rhythm of the rain. She didn’t know how long she’d dozed, only remembered that she’d awoken sharply at the sound of a car backfiring in the distance and just before a dog began barking wildly. The rain was still steady, but not as strong. She had a sudden premonition that something was wrong. Very wrong.
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