Hello! I hope spring is struggling to arrive wherever you are–or fall if you’re in Australia or some other part of the Southern Hemisphere. For me, winter’s finally over, and while it isn’t exactly balmy out, it’s definitely warmer than it’s been in months. The trees are full of buds and my crocuses and hyacinths are in bloom, so it’s all good.
The White Carnation, Book One of the Harvester Series was released on Monday and I’m hard at work on Book Two. So, for my tease today, here’s another taste.
The last person disgraced reporter Faye Lewis wants back in her life is Detective Rob Halliday, the man she blames for ruining her career and breaking her heart. But when she finds an old friend murdered, he’s the one she calls.
For the past year, Rob and his team have been hunting the Harvester, a serial killer who ritualistically murders new mothers and vanishes with their infants. What Rob doesn’t need is another case, especially one involving his ex-fiancée.
Then Faye is assaulted, and Rob realizes the cases are connected. She may hold the answers he needs to find the elusive killer. But the more they investigate, the more complex the situation becomes. Can they set the past aside and work together, or will the Harvester and his followers reap another prize?
“Where are you taking me?” From her tone, he could tell she didn’t really care. She knew he’d have questions, and she was probably grateful he’d chosen to ask them elsewhere. But she’d never admit it. Her color wasn’t good, and she shivered. He turned on the heater even though the temperature outside was in the mid-sixties. Despite what the officer on the door had said, for a crime reporter, she’d never had much of a stomach, and seeing Lucy that way would have been a shock.
“Home. I should probably take you to the ER, but knowing how much you hate hospitals, there isn’t any point in making things worse for you. You can answer my questions in the comfort of your own living room, sitting on that god-awful buttercream leather sofa you love so much. By the way, you haven’t moved, have you?”
He recognized bitterness in her chuckle.
“No, my career may be in flames, my finances worse, but my real estate is sound. The couch is gone.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her words but didn’t comment. Things must be bad if she’d parted with that damn custom-made couch. “Where’d you park the Camaro?”
“It’s gone, too. My Ford’s a half block down.”
“I won’t miss the couch, but that Camaro was your baby. Why get rid of it?”
“It didn’t match my shoes,” she spat out bitterly.
“Don’t chew my head off. You called me, remember?”
Faye nodded, gave him the license plate number, and he radioed it in, making arrangements to have her vehicle towed to the police station for collection tomorrow.
The only sound she made during their twenty-minute ride to her East Cambridge condo was the sup-sup hiccupping he expected from someone who’d wept the way she had. Rob tried to ignore the wretched sound tearing at him. He wanted to curse and swear at her for all the pain she’d caused him, ask her how she could’ve believed he’d do something so despicable. But seeing her like this, broken and bereft, the way she’d been the night they’d met, touched a small corner of his heart he didn’t know still existed. You didn’t kick someone when they were down no matter how angry you were. This was the woman he’d loved, the one he’d planned to spend his life with. That dream might’ve been shattered, but he’d still find the man who’d done this and make him pay.
Now, check out the rest of this week’s teasers.