Blogging A to Z Challenge 2016

Tomorrow will be the first day of the 2016 A to Z Challenge. More than 1700 bloggers from around the world are participating in this year’s event. Many of them will be working on themes throughout the month. Since there are 26 letters in the alphabet and 30 days in the month, blogging will occure from Monday to Saturday.

This year, my blogs will follow the pattern I used last year–some promotion because we all need to do it, some personal blogs and a few surprises I’ll be tossing in for the fun of it.

So, are you up to the challenge? Do you want to participate? Right click on the badge if you do. It’s free and a terrific opportunity to meet new bloggers.  See you next month!






Midweek Tease: The Harvester Series


Good morningMWTease15. Welcome to another Midweek Tease, an opportunity to read scenes from the manuscripts of an eclectic group of fantastic authors, sponsored and maintained by Angelica Dawson. I’m so grateful for the opportunity to share my work each week with this fantastic group of writers.

As I sit here this morning, the sun is shining and it’s so hard to believe that March is over. Where has the time gone? The signs of spring are slowly arriving.Saw this fat little guy on my way to church on Friday evening. Robins are always one of thsmall robin-001e first signs of spring!

In honor of spring, I thought I’d focus on my Harvester series–plant the seeds so to speak.

Book One, The White Carnation, begins the hunt for a serial killer kidnapping pregnant women, murdering them, and then vanishing with the newborn infants. But there is much more to the crime than the detectives on the case can possibly imagine.

 Book Two, The White Lily, continues the hunt, but the Harvester is angry, determined to reclaim what he sees as his, not caring how many have to die for him to achieve his goal.

The White Iris is the third book and final book in the Harvester Series

 About The White Iris

The White Iris Time’s running out for Special Agent Trevor Clark and his FBI task force. They’re no closer to uncovering the identity of the Prophet, a dangerous serial killer who has been murdering new mothers and vanishing with their infants. If Trevor can’t unlock the clues, the killer’s threats to unleash what the FBI suspects is biological warfare could mean death for all of them. His only recourse is to swallow his pride and reach out to his former fiancée, the CDC’s renowned virologist, Dr. Julie Swift.

Two years ago, Julie ended their engagement after Trevor abandoned her when she needed him most. Now, faced with the possibility of the greatest epidemic since the Spanish flu, she has to put her faith and her safety, as well as that of countless others, into the hands of a man she doesn’t trust. Can they set aside their differences to stop the Prophet, and in doing so, will they find the love they lost?

From the streets of Boston to the wilds of Alaska, this thrilling conclusion to the Harvester Series takes several turns you won’t see coming!



Here’s your tease:

Trevor ran his hand through his hair, frustrated by his inability to find the answers he so desperately needed. Here it was, two-thirds of the way through September, and despite the man-hours involved and the stack of bodies piled up by that madman and his henchmen, he was no closer to stopping the Prophet today than he’d been when he’d started. Sure, they’d made some inroads—hurt him, taken away the people he wanted—but it wasn’t enough. The Prophet and God alone knew how many followers were still out there, watching and waiting, and the task force, half of whom were now on the injured list, was powerless to stop him. No one would be safe until they could neutralize that son of a bitch, but how the hell did you prevent someone from doing something when you had no idea who he was, exactly what he planned, or where and when he’d do it? To make matters worse, the sick bastard still seemed to be one step ahead of them.

The Prophet, furious about losing the women and children in the successful New Hampshire raid in July, had targeted the task force, threatening to unleash ten plagues—another biblical event Trevor could do without—unless his people were freed and returned to him. The first, based on the premise of turning water into blood, had been a pipe bomb three weeks ago in a pub frequented by Boston police officers and the task force members. He’d lost one man and another was crippled and might never walk again. In addition, two innocent people had been killed and several others injured.

While the fact that the deadline for the second plague had come and gone without any new bodies dropped in his lap should please Trevor, knowing that each day that went by without any action on their part gave the Prophet time to perfect his biological weapon did not. The people whom his nemesis had requested, the brethren captured in July, had recanted their beliefs and were in Australia, safely out of the maniac’s reach, living on Evergreen, Jacob Andrews’s fruit farm in the Northern Territory. The Australian millionaire, an undercover police officer who frequently worked with Interpol, was currently seconded to the FBI. Jacob had grown up in the New Horizon commune before it had morphed into the sick cult it was now. He’d provided priceless insight into the commune as well as his uncle, the Prophet.

James Colchester’s children, Jacob’s nieces and nephews, the objectives of Garett Pierce’s one-man killing and kidnapping spree in early September, were also in Australia, some at Evergreen with the “settlers,” as the former members of the commune called themselves, others with their mothers in Melbourne, where Jacob; Lilith Munroe, Trevor’s cult expert and BAU analyst; and Rob Halliday were recuperating from injuries sustained in the fight two weeks ago with Pierce, the FBI agent who turned out to be their mole and the Prophet’s right-hand man.

What had Julie said? Call me if you get a credible threat. They had proof the Prophet’s henchmen could build bombs and that he had an army of angry, disenchanted teens ready to do anything for him, but they still didn’t know exactly what he planned to do or how he’d do it.

Thanks to Jacob, they’d narrowed it down to a biological weapon, but what? A poisonous gas? A nerve agent? Some kind of super flu? All three? Jacob said the Prophet had referred to dengue fever as causing a great burning inside, a cleansing, but how would he distribute something like that?

Trevor wished he could call Julie, talk to her about which virus might be the most devastating, but now wasn’t the time. She might still be in Colorado. He should’ve gone to Ellie’s memorial service in Atlanta, but … Would Julie have wanted him there? As she’d clearly demonstrated in July, he meant nothing to her now. He’d burned that bridge, pylons and all, two years ago. His presence would just have complicated matters for them both, dredging up memories of the first funeral he’d failed to attend.

Keep telling yourself that.

Avoiding difficult personal situations was a time-honored Clark family tradition.

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Tuesday Tales: From the Word Swallow

Badge for TT - very small (1)Good morning and welcome to another edition of Tuesday Tales. If you celebrate Easter, I hope you got your chocolate fix in.

Each week talented authors share a scene from their current work in progress with you. This week, I continue with Wedding Bell Blues. The word this week is swallow.

MJ glanced at her watch and walked back into the kitchen. “I hate to drink and run, but we’d better get going. I’m supposed to meet with the realtor in twenty minutes.”

“Susan Wilkes over at Oswego?” Paul asked. “She’s the one who sold me the house.”

“No. Duncan Philips at Northlands,” she answered and chuckled humorlessly. “I probably should’ve gone there before coming here. If I had I could’ve spared us both all this.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” he said smiling. “You know, if you can’t find anything today, you’re welcome to stay here until you do. I’ve got more than enough space. In fact, I was thinking of finishing the basement and making it a small apartment to rent,” Paul said causing her to choke on the last mouthful of beer. “If you’re working down the street, it would be perfect for you.”

Carla burst out laughing. “And what would your neighbors think of that? A bachelor with a woman tenant? Watertown’s not that much bigger than Stilton, and in a neighborhood like this, I’ll bet the gossip runs wild.”

MJ’s libido was doing handsprings. If he offered to have her stay with him, there couldn’t be a woman in that bedroom. She visualized getting to know Paul, in the biblical sense, in every room of the house, and almost died at his next words.

swallowPaul laughed. “Get serious, Carla. MJ might as well be my sister. No one’s going to say anything. I spent as much time if not more in her house than I did in mine. The offer stands. Think of me as your second big brother. What’s that bird that lays its eggs in another bird’s nest? A swallow?”

“No. That would be a cuckoo, who generally kicks out the egg that belongs in the nest and lays hers in its place–sort of like taking over,” Carla said andcuckoo laughed. “Considering how much time MJ spent at my place, it fits.”

If she says another word, I will kill her.


“Sorry about that,” Paul said and grinned. “Anyway, the rest of the furniture arrives on Wednesday. If you want a place to crash until you find yours, feel free, and if it works out, I’ve got no problem finishing the basement sooner rather than later. I’ll be out of town for a couple of weeks. You could house sit for me. King’s friendly. You couldn’t be in safer hands.”wolfhound

Thoroughly dejected, her girlish dreams in ashes at her feet, she mustered every ounce of dignity she possessed.

“Thanks for the offer, Paul, but Carla’s right. This close to the school, gossip like that might ruin my reputation. I might think of you as a brother, but others wouldn’t. Don’t worry about the blouse. I’ll take care of it.” She handed him the empty beer can. “I won’t be here until the end of July, so I can’t help you out while you’re away, but I’ll tell Ron and Mama that I saw you. Goodbye. It was great seeing you again. Maybe we’ll run into one another sometime.”

Hopefully, when I’m driving the car and you’re in the road in front of it.

The murderous thought surprised her. Ashamed of herself, she turned and headed out of the house with Carla scrambling to keep up with her. She tossed her small suitcase back into the trunk and slammed it closed with more vehemence than necessary. Getting behind the wheel, she didn’t even wait for Carla to tie her seatbelt before pulling away from the curb.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Carla asked. “You were downright rude.”

“Was I?” MJ asked, swallowing her pain. “I didn’t mean to be. It was past time to leave, that’s all. Besides, his girlfriend was waiting for him in the bedroom.”

“What the hell are you talking about? He lives alone. He told me so.”

“Just because he lives alone doesn’t mean he was alone. You smelled those cookies and tasted whatever was cooking on the stove. A man doesn’t cook and bake for himself.”

Carla laughed. “Point taken. By the way, it’s bean soup. He claimed he’d made it following your mother’s recipe, and it’s even better than your mom’s.”

“Of course it is. Everything he does is great,” MJ said bitterly. “It always was. Sorry for the bad mood, but I don’t want to be late. That’s the second house I’ve lost in three months. I don’t want to lose another.”

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Feel Good Friday Reads: In Plain Sight

booksGood morning, I hope you’ve had an interesting week. This week, I’m going to share a little about In Plain Sight,  the second novel I published with Crimson Romance.

At that point in my career, I was still exploring options and wanted to improve my work speed, so I signed up for NaNoWriMo bootcamp. The idea being to write 50,000 words in one month. Now, since I’ve done that and more on a number of occasions, it doesn’t seem so daunting, but the first time–let’s just say, I thought it was a bigger mountain to climb than it was.

Before I started writing the actual novel, I thought I’d like to submit it to a Christian publisher, but after I spoke with the representative, I discovered I couldn’t. In Fire Angel, people drank alcohol and swore. If I wanted to publish with them, I would have to change my author name. WHAT? Since I publish under my own name, that wasn’t going to happen!

But, I was determined to write the book in the thirty day period–about what, I wasn’t sure. As a pantser, I knew the story would come to me and it did–three years ago today–not the calendar date but the significant date.

crossIf you’re Christian, today is Good Friday, the day Jesus was crucified, died, and buried. Each Good Friday, I attend church. Three years ago, the service was a re-enactment of the hours before Jesus’s death. I was cast as Mary Magdelene. So what was I given to wear? A long, jersey, hot-pink and white striped gown that tied at the waist with a hot-pink band that matched the five pound hot-pink veil I had to wear with it. At the time, my hair was long, but it took a dozen pins or more to keep that sucker on my head. It slipped off halfway through the re-enanctment.

Now, I don’t know the exact range of colors available to women two thousand years ago, but I’m willing to bet hot-pink wasn’t one of them. Neon colors rose to popularity in the sixties–the 1960’s! I took a look at myself in the mirror and the first thing that came to mind was that I looked like one of those little striped beach huts–you’ve got it. I looked like a beach cabana. The seed for the story was there. By the time, I got home, I couldn’t wait to start writing. The ideas flowed and meshed do well, the book practically wrote itself. There are many different kinds of blindness in the world.

The Blurb:

In life, you pay a price for everything you do. Widowed, her dream of starring on Broadway in ashes at her feet, Misty Starr yearns for a happy, healthy, normal life for herself and her four-year-old daughter, Debbie. Settled in Pine Falls, New York, a sleepy little town filled with friendly people, she believes she’s found it and feels safe enough to sing in an amateur theater revival of Jesus Christ Superstar. She’ll do anything to keep this life even if it is built on lies, because revealing her secret is impossible. When Nick Anthony joins the cast as music director, Misty is attracted to the man who stirs up feelings she thought long dead, but can love grow on a bed of deceit?

A former concert pianist and secret CIA courier, Nick lives in darkness ever since the accident that killed his wife. The doctors say there’s nothing wrong with his vision, so why can’t he see? Hiding from his former life, he reluctantly agrees to help with the musical and is drawn to the young singer with the voice of an angel. When a mysterious fire destroys her home, Nick vows to keep her and her daughter safe. After one suspicious event leads to another, Nick is determined to protect them from an unknown assassin, but in order to do that, he needs to know her secrets. With his money and connections, he’ll do whatever it takes to save the woman he loves, but does she love him enough to reveal the truth?

Sensuality Level: Behind Closed Doors

The Excerpt:

in-plain-sight-147x221Nick sat with his back to the keyboard listening to Misty’s footsteps as she hurried out of the theater. What had just happened? His hand pulsed with heat and energy. He hadn’t imagined that jolt of electricity through his body, the flash of lightning that had illuminated his darkness. He’d been struck mute, unable to utter a sound. He’d shaken more than his fair share of hands, and no one had ever affected him that way. Had she felt it, too? She’d sounded flustered before she’d left so abruptly.

Without sight, it was harder to judge someone’s initial reaction, but she’d let him hold her hand a second longer than necessary, and he’d felt her pulse race almost as fast as his. Hell, he was still breathing heavy, and all he’d done was shake her hand. He stared into the black void in front of him as he had every waking moment of his life since the accident. He’d come to hate the blackness that surrounded him, but just for a moment tonight, when he’d touched her, there’d been light.

Her voice! She had a wonderful voice, an angel’s voice, the kind of voice that belonged on Broadway, not in some small-town theater production. She must have had vocal training. He hadn’t been kidding; she could out-sing more than half the so-called divas out there today. He pulled the small hand-held recorder he’d brought with him and rewound it to the track he wanted.

He pressed play, and her powerful, soulful voice filled the room. Nick had recorded all the soloists, but this was the only one that mattered. Micah had raved about her voice, and Nick had recorded her number simply to prove to them both that, while her voice might be good, it wasn’t memorable. Listening to someone on tape often brought his or her vocal flaws to the surface. As the song continued, he had to admit there were no flaws here. He’d been hoisted on his own petard. For the first time in his life, he was glad he’d been in error.

Micah was a car salesman, not a Broadway producer, nor was he a musical director, and though his little group had done well in the past, they’d never attempted anything quite so grand. This time, knowing the intricacies of such a production and the need for it to succeed, Nick had thought Micah had bitten off more than he could chew.

How could he have been so wrong? Not only was the Pine Falls Theater Company more than up to the task, their version of the musical, toned down as it needed to be to meet their production limitations, was original, and they had some real talent in their midst. He replayed the tract, mesmerized by the hypnotic quality of Misty’s voice. He continued to listen to her sing because she touched his soul, that part of him he’d thought as dead and lost as his vision.

He wondered fleetingly what she looked like. Her voice had carried into the hall where he’d been standing with Micah before they’d entered the room. He knew from her quirky comments that she must be short since she didn’t think the pink stripes made her look taller. A smile crossed his face at her sense of humor when he remembered the way she’d compared herself first to a cabana and then a clown; he figured that possibly she was on the more voluptuous side, curvier than Becca had been. He had always liked women with a little meat on their bones, but he’d been mesmerized by Rebecca, and it hadn’t been until much later in their relationship that he’d realized what a cruel, self-centered bitch his wife had been.



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Throwback Thursday: 1952

Me age 2Remember the good old days? The ones where people said life was simpler?  They really weren’t. Take a few minutes to read  and see for yourself.

In 1952, I was two years old. For me life was probably good, but for millions of others around the world, not so much.  In the U.S., 3300 die of polio  57,000 children are paralyzed prior to the widespread use of Polio vaccine

Here are a few other headlines from Macrohistory and World History Timeline. (

Feb 6  Princess Elizabeth of York, 25, becomes Elizabeth II, Queen of the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, Pakistan and Ceylon.


Apr 28  The Allied occupation of Japan formally ends with a peace treaty signed in San Francisco.

May 4  While running for President of the United States, Senator Robert Taft suggests that the United States consider breaking diplomatic relations with the Soviet Union.

Jul 9  The Republicans are convening in Chicago. Senator Joe McCarthy tells a cheering audience that he will not soften his blows on Communist issues because “a rough fight is the only fight Communists can understand.”

Jul 11  In Chicago, Eisenhower (who detests Senator McCarthy) wins the Republican nomination for president.

Jul 23  France, West Germany, Italy, Belgium, Luxembourg and the Netherlands form the European Coal and Steel community, an organization that will develop into the European Union.

Jul 23  In Egypt, military men claim to dislike King Farouk’s corruption and Egypt’s failures against Israel. They drive King Farouk into exile in Europe, where he has much money in banks with which to continue living in style.


Aug 11  Jordan’s king, Talal bin Abdullah, is mentally ill. The army forces him to resign in favor of his 16-year-old son, Hussein.

Aug 12-25  In Korea the Chinese attack the 1st Marine division in a battle for a ridge called Bunker Hill.

Aug 29  The US bombs Pyongyang in a 1,403-sortie assault from aircraft carriers – the largest single-day air assault of the war. The bombings disturb Europeans, including Winston Churchill.

Sep 2  At the University of Minnesota the first open-heart surgery is performed.


Oct 16  In Iran the British face nationalization of oil they have controlled. Aware that the British are plotting to have him overthrown, Premier Mossadegh severs diplomatic relations.  The British have requested that the US join the plot against Mossadegh, viewed as a dangerous radical, but President Truman does not want the US to become involved.

Oct 20  In Kenya, the Kikuyu are unhappy about having been driven off much of their land, about their unemployment and lives of poverty in the city of Nairobi and other towns. They have rebelled – the Mau Mau Rebellion – and the British declare martial law.

Oct 25  In the United Nations, China’s admission is refused for the third successive year.


Dec 1  A front page story in the New York Daily News announces the transsexual operation in Denmark on a former US soldier who now goes by the name of Christine Jorgensen. Many in the US are shocked and dismayed.


Dec 23  In London, two weeks after five days “killer fog” at least 4,000 deaths have occurred. Thousands more who appear to have recovered will die from reoccurring complications.


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Midweek Tease: Killer Thrillers

MWTease15Good morning and welcome to this week’s edition of Midweek Tease. I love reading the various stories my fellow teasers offer you– especially since the genre they write in is very different from mine.

This week, I thought I’d bring you an Easter present. Recently, my publisher has offered some of my books in bundle deals–That’s right, 5, 8, or 10 full-length novels sold together in e-book format for less than an American dollar. As an author, the financial return is slight, but the promotional opportunities are great.

This morning, I’d like to give you a midweek peek at Killer Thrillers, the newest bundle.

Killer ThrillersLove saves the day in this quintet of thrilling romantic suspense novels you won’t be able to put down. Indulge in the sheltering embraces of a few good men (and women!) with these taut and compelling tales of intrigue:

  • Atonement: A rash of unexplained suicides in the sleepy town of Eider, Iowa, draws McIntire County deputy Nicolette Rivers into a devious killer’s twisted plot. A former marine sniper suffering from PTSD, she hides her own deadly secrets from everyone but detective Con O’Hanlon, who is more than willing to help cover up the fallout. But is he too late to prevent Nic’s dark, downward spiral? Or is Con the one man stronger than her demons?
  • The White Carnation: 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 assigned the case. Can they set their troubled past aside and work together, or will the Harvester serial killer and his cult followers reap another prize?
  • In the Shadow of Pride: When Lexie Trevena’s matchmaking friends accidentally place her smack in the path of a terrorist who intends to use her as his pawn, the only person who can help her is Special Agent-in-Charge Luke “Mac” McNeil – the man she holds responsible for her husband’s death.
  • Saving Maggie: Reporter Maggie’s psychic gift incites a serial killer to play games with her, and this madman seeks her death to bind them together forever. Only detective Joshua Tyler has the power break this bond in time – that is, if she can make him believe her.
  • Hiding Places: Mona Smith is on the run to avoid getting mixed up in some dirty business with a drug kingpin. Will she find escape or more trouble in unexpected savior Linc Dray’s arms?

Sensuality Level: Sensual

You can get Thriller Killers from Amazon—Your-Seat-Romances-ebook/dp/B01BN2BOQW

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My offering is The White Carnation, Book 1 in the Harvester series. The romance in the book comes to a satisfacrory conclusion, but for the solution to the crime and finding the Harvester, you need to read all three books.

Here is this week’s tease:

The White CarnationFaye stared at Rob as if he’d grown a second head, and she couldn’t stop the guffaw of laughter from erupting. She laughed so hard, it brought tears to her eyes again and a stitch to her side. Rob stared at her as if she’d gone crazy, and she fought for the composure to speak.

“You’re joking, right? Mary pregnant? Never! Mary wouldn’t go near a man with a ten-foot pole. She’s gay! Believe me, if she switched teams, I’d be among the first to know.” She put her empty mug down on the table. “I know Mary and Lucy have been having problems the last few years. After her dad died, Mary came out of the closet, and Lucy wasn’t prepared to accept that. They argued constantly. As far as I know, Mary kept in touch with her mother but hasn’t been home since Christmas. I’m surprised you didn’t realize Mary’s sexual preference when we met her in New York.”

She stopped speaking. Damn. Why the hell did I bring that up? The look on Rob’s face told her clearly he remembered the last weekend they’d been together.

“It was one of the reasons I was surprised when Lucy called,” she continued, in an attempt to erase the memory. “She wasn’t too happy with me for supporting Mary’s lifestyle. I’m sure Mary isn’t missing, and she sure as hell can’t be pregnant—not unless it’s time for the second coming. She might have gone on holiday or something. I have her personal email address. Let me message her.” Standing, Faye crossed the room to the laptop computer she’d left on the dining room table. “Someone needs to tell her about her mom. She’ll need to make arrangements. I’ll ask her to call me. When she does, I’ll have her contact you right away.” She entered her password, opened her email program, wrote a quick message to Mary, and clicked send.

Rob nodded. “Thanks. Tom’s looking into the police report now. Maybe it is a misunderstanding, but about the pregnancy—you do know there are ways to get pregnant that don’t involve direct contact with a man. Maybe she decided she wanted a child …”

“No way. Believe me. If by some miracle Mary’s pregnant, it isn’t by choice. At one time, I might have wanted a family”—Faye felt the pain of crushed dreams as her stomach threatened to give back the tea she’d consumed—“but Mary was adamant. Having kids was for other people, not her. If she has a biological clock, it’s ticking to a different beat.”

“What if she found a partner, and they wanted to be a family …”

Faye threw up her hands and rose from the chair. “If Mary found a partner, I’d be the first to know about it, and even if she were in a relationship, she wouldn’t be the one having the baby. Her partner would have the child.” Frustration added to the tension between them, and her voice was louder than she’d intended.

“Don’t get mad at me, Faye.” He clenched his fists at his sides and gritted his teeth; he was as upset as she was. “I don’t bat for the same team. I don’t know the rules.”

“Well, neither do I, on both counts, but Mary is my friend. I know her, and I’m telling you she’d never willingly get pregnant.”

She paced, breathing heavily, her heart thumping, fury barely held in check. The anger wasn’t only on Mary’s behalf. Seeing Rob standing here released emotions she’d suppressed for the last fifteen months. She took a deep breath. Their past was dead—just like Lucy Green, like her career at the Examiner, like the roses in the crystal vase on her desk. Dwelling on what might have been served no purpose.

So why do I? I need to put it all behind me and move on. The sooner Rob gets what he needs, the sooner he can find the bastard who did this and leave me alone again.

“You’re right, Rob. I have no reason to bite your head off like that. You’re just trying to do your job, the job I need you to do. What do you need to know?”

The muscle jumped in his jaw, and he dragged his fingers through his hair once more. She clenched her fist, fighting the sudden urge to reach up and smooth it. When he spoke again, he was all business, the consummate police officer at work. Instead of standing still, he paced, something he always did when he needed to think.

“The Greens’ apartment was trashed, and it would have taken some time to do it. Tom says the concierge didn’t see anyone go in or come out. He was busy in the back garden most of the afternoon. It isn’t a secure building—he’s more of a handyman than a security guard. According to Amos, Mrs. Green had been dead a little more than an hour when you found her. The forensic team’s poring over the place, but so far the only thing they can find missing is the tape from her answering machine. They’re looking for a cell phone or a computer …”

“They won’t find any. Lucy didn’t care for modern technology, and she pretty much stopped trying to move ahead after Harvey died five years ago. Mary bought her mom a new laptop last August, but Lucy would have none of it. In the end, I got it.” She pointed to the table. “Lucy didn’t trust all that new-fangled stuff as she called it. That was part of the problem she and Mary had. That’s the last time I saw Mary. She came home for Christmas, but I stayed in Maine with Mom.”

“Okay. The killer must have taken the answering machine tape for a reason. We won’t know what it is until we find it or figure out what’s on it.”

A new wave of nausea suffused her, and she swallowed the bile in her throat. “Among whatever other messages she may have had, unless she erased it earlier, there was one from me saying I’d be there after four today. I was an hour and a half late. Whoever took it may have my name and cell phone number. If I’d been on time, I’d have interrupted him …”

“Full name?” Rob stopped moving.

“Yes, and the fact that I work at the paper.”

“If he thinks you know something, you could be in danger.” There was an edge to his voice. “What time did you leave the message?”

“Around half past eleven this morning. I spent the afternoon in Wellesley rubbing elbows with obnoxious clowns and the upper crust. He has to know she didn’t tell me anything. She was dead when I got upstairs. I never had a chance to talk to her.”

“Must have been a hell of an afternoon. I know how you feel about clowns.” He resumed his pacing, his voice less confrontational than it had been. “The killer won’t know you didn’t talk to her. She could have returned your call and forgotten to erase the message, or you could have called again and spoken with her. Since you didn’t get a good look at the delivery boy, he couldn’t have gotten much of a look at you—and remember, we don’t know for sure that he’s the killer. He’s just a person of interest for now.” He cleared his throat and stopped in front of her. His closeness seemed to suck the oxygen out of the room.

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Torn Cover Release

Today we’re excited to help author, Kara Leigh Miller, spread the cover love! Her newest book, TORN (THE GEORGIA CORBINS, Book 1) is an upper young adult / new adult contemporary romance and the first in a planned trilogy.
Coming May 3, 2016….


Cover art courtesy of Eden Plantz

Two years ago, Alison “Ali” Philips watched her two best friends  — Levi and Tucker Corbin — pack up and move away from the only home they’d ever known. Being apart is difficult enough, but going years without so much as a phone call or email from either of the brothers was heartbreaking for Ali. But life goes on, and Ali learns to slowly pick up the pieces of her life and mend the hole they left in her heart. She’s doing pretty dang well, too. Until she comes face-to-face with Levi Corbin during Monday morning Physics lab.

The pain of being left behind still stings, but seeing the boys makes her want to go back to the way things were. Unfortunately for her, they’ve returned with only one thing on their minds: Winning Ali’s heart. Ali soon finds herself in the middle of a love triangle she never intended to be a part of. As she tries to reclaim the friendships she’s lost, unfamiliar feelings begin to stir. It’s time to make a decision, one that will forever change all their lives: Levi or Tucker Corbin?

Ali is only certain of one thing — She can’t have one Corbin boy without losing the other.

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About the Author:

Represented by Dawn Dowdle of Blue Ridge Literary Agency, Kara is a multi-genre published author, and an avid reader with eclectic tastes that range from the tame to the taboo. She currently lives in Michigan with her husband, three kids, three pit bulls, and two cats. When she’s not busy writing romance novels that leave readers swooning, she’s spending time with her family. Find her anytime on her website, Facebook, and Twitter.

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