12.24.2013

#NewRelease - Alone No More by Terri Rochenski

I'd like to welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author, Terri Rochenski, to Suspense, She Writes. Terri is celebrating the birthday of her new book, Alone No More.





What inspires me to write?

Needing an escape from reality!

Really. Even though I have a great life – love my hubs & three precious children – there are times when hectic daily life, noise, and responsibilities need to take a back seat to ‘me’ time. This is when I pick up a book or put pen to paper. Yes, I write by hand first, that way when I enter it into the computer it’s already gone through the first editing stages.

Writing for me is a hobby. If I ever make it ‘big’, lovely. If not, no biggie. Some stay-at-home moms go to bead or scrapbooking classes. Others hit the gym or spa. While all those sound great, I’d rather sit in silence (when it can be found around here!) and play pretend with those voices in my head.

I’m not looney. Promise. You other writers know what I mean!

I don’t write to preach and I don’t write because I feel I have to share some earth-shattering philosophy, religious topic, or socialistic issue. I write what the characters in my brain tell me to, what my imagination dictates. If it has a message for someone somewhere, great! That would make me feel like a million.

Touching books, the ones that speak to my heart, line my book shelves. And while my life may not have been drastically changed by them, a bit of the story inspired me in some way or another – to keep dreaming like a child, never give up on my life’s goals, to believe in true love and strive to keep it fresh.

If my books ever sit on a shelf and draw a fond gaze on occasion then I’ve made it ‘big’ in my mind.
What inspires you to write? Do voices speak in your mind, dictating stories?






Dismissed from her job as a scullery maid and cast aside by her lover, pregnant Cara Morland has no choice but to return to her father’s farm. While lies of widowhood keep her from disgrace, Cara is faced with a local landowner’s unwanted attentions. Without the social status to do much more than avoid the vile man, she loses hope of ever finding happiness.

A friendship based on mutual loneliness blossoms between Cara and James Elliot, a young farm hand hired by her father. He offers his protection, and one shared kiss reveals his heart, but propriety and her feigned grieving period hinders what they both desire.


When Cara’s stalker learns the truth of her circumstances, he gives her an ultimatum—submit to his possession or he’ll ruin her second chance at love with James.

NOW AVAILABLE   for only $1.99!

AMAZON /  The Wild Rose Press



12.18.2013

All About Heroes Interview with Nancy Jardine


I'd like to welcome a fellow writer, Nancy Jardine, to Suspense, She Writes today. I met Nancy through the Crook Cat Press community but soon discovered she has also been published by The Wild Rose Press, so Nancy and I have connections on both sides of the ocean!



Denise: First, tell us a little about yourself.

Nancy: I’m an ex-primary teacher who accidentally became an author due to my profession. My very first novel, a time-travel Celtic/Roman historical for early teens- Dabbling With Time - was written as a result of my being involved in class work based on a current archaeological ‘dig’ on the school playing field. It was because my class (11-12 year olds) wrote such fabulous stories of the local Celts being invaded by the Roman Army that I penned my own first novel during the school summer break. I finally stopped teaching in 2011 and now split my time between writing, officially child minding my 2 year old granddaughter and tending my large garden which comes last in the that list for available time.


Denise: As writers, we often become emotionally attached to our characters. Who is your favorite hero you’ve ever written?

Nancy: That used to be Lorcan in my first historical romantic adventure, The Beltane Choice. The first book in my Celtic Fervour series, The Beltane Choice, went through so many revisions that I really got to know Lorcan very well- his faults and his fabulous aspects. And the second contender for my favorite hero would have to be his brother Brennus. In The Beltane Choice Brennus is actually more handsome than Lorcan but not the one that Nara of the Selgovae is in love with. Brennus gets a bit of a raw deal from me in that first book; so much so that I wrote the second book continuing his story in After Whorl: Bran Reborn


After the battle of Whorl, where Brennus and his fellow Brigantes battle against the armies of Rome, we find he’s not the same guy he used to be (Sorry - you need to read the book for the full details of that!)

Because of the changes to his personality and the need for him to portray himself in a different way, he now has a lot of my emotional attachment since he has to battle through such a lot of trials and tribulations in the aftermath of the battle. After Whorl is the second book of the series, but the story of Brennus and the woman he hankers after - Ineda  - is continued in the third book After Whorl: Donning Double Cloaks which will be published around March 2014.

Not quite getting the girl by the end of Book 2 is a departure from my usual HEA endings, but during the writing of my sequel I realized that although After Whorl: Bran Reborn is essentially Brennus’ story, it is also Ineda’s story as well. Since I’m not writing for a ‘Romance only press’ I feel I can have that continuation into the next part of After Whorl…. The series is marketed as slightly different from a typical historical romance. There is a much deeper historical element in them than in the average historical romance, and yet it is not a typical historical novel either. I’m aiming for a blend of both.

Brennus being my ‘current’ hero definitely has my heart at the moment though I’m also very much taken by Nairn, the hero in my contemporary fun romance- Take Me Now published by The Wild Rose Press. Nairn is my contemporary brawny highland hero but he’s a very down to earth character – tough but with endearing vulnerabilities after he has a mysterious accident. I suppose because he’s Scottish, like I am, I’m just a tad biased towards him.

Denise: As a writer, I completely understand wanting to see a secondary character their own story. How do you develop your heroes? Do you imagine their personality or their physical appearance first? Do they grow as personalities as you write or do you do a character sketch before you type the first word?

Nancy: My first ever hero, Lorcan of The Beltane Choice, developed looks and personality as I wrote but a bit down the line in the many edits I went through for it, I realized that I could purchase the use of images from an internet site quite inexpensively, images I could later use in my book trailer videos; on my own blog and on facebook. It took a while to track down someone who resembled my Lorcan but his was the first ‘face’ to be pinned onto my cork board. From that point on I’ve tended to find my ‘characters’ early on ; I print them out and pin them to the storyboard behind my laptop. That way I don’t forget their characteristics. My characters aren’t replicas of the models; their little quirks develop as I write and I pencil the character traits onto the print-outs as I go.

Denise: What a great idea! I think I'll start looking for images to help visualize my hero and heroine. I like to give my heroes a personality quirk, just so they aren’t too perfect. Have you ever written a quirk for one of your heroes and what was it?

Nancy: In some way or another I think all of my heroes have something particular about them that can be irritating at times but endearing at others. The traits range from Luke in my TWRP novel Monogamy Twist who is almost compulsively sexually drawn to Rhia, can’t keep his hand off her, but who can also switch over to be the 100% focused business man in a twinkle. Rhia helps him fulfill some archaic Dickensian conditions for him to inherit an English manor house and estate, but Luke seems a bit insensitive at times about her involvement – his expectations of her a tad high! There’s always room for developing some hero quirks into positive endings, though.

Denise: How do you name your hero?

Nancy: Great question! I actually spend ages with most names in my historical books. It’s anal, but a small obsession of mine that I like to give them a name appropriate to their character. Lorcan means ‘the fierce one’ in Scottish Gaelic. Brennus means ‘chief or king’ and although he is actually neither of those things he is a man of kingly, chieftain-like qualities. Ineda means ‘bright fire’. Her hair is golden with reddish tinges but her name reflects her bright initiative more than her looks. In both of the After Whorl books, Ineda has a tendency to be a little impetuous but is also bright and resourceful- she’s a mingling of all of those traits.  Some of the other Roman characters have names that mirror how they behave. Zosimus is a lumbering character, the lowliest of Roman recruits whose job it is to guard Ineda. Zosimus means ‘one likely to survive’ and in a way I’ve ‘punned’ on his name. He is so lacking in wit it will be a miracle if he survived any engagement with the Celtic enemy.
My most problematic naming was for what ended up as being my debut novel, published by The Wild Rose Press-Monogamy Twist. I thought I was being clever with my hero’s name in calling him Bosco Salieri. My hero in that book is an Australian of English and Italian roots. Since Bosco means ‘wood’ in Italian I chose that name since it had a tenuous connection to the woman who bequeathed him an English manor house and estate called Greywood. The TWRP senior editor liked the story but told me that Bosco was a sit-com character with not much in the way of hero connotations. Being Scottish I’d never watched the series she was talking about but I had no desire for a wimpy hero so I renamed him Luke Salieri (Lucas being the Italian form in his official name)  

Denise: Who is your favorite hero in books, movies, or television?

Nancy: Well, I probably didn’t have a particular one till I watched The Lord of the Rings trilogy. Aragon stamped himself on my heart, so it has to be Viggo Mortensen in that role. Though I’m quite fickle!  Next year someone else might step into those shoes.

Denise: Who is your hero in real life?

Nancy: Well, of course, the fact that I’ve been married to the one man for nearly 40 years might be because it’s my husband. We choose our real life heroes for more than just superficial looks - I believe - though mine is still as handsome as I thought he was back on 1974.  Looking older, but then so do I!

Denise: Tell us about your most recent release and where we can find it. Who is the hero and what do you like about him the most?

Nancy: After Whorl: Bran Reborn just released this week! And this visit is part of my mini-launch blog tour for showcasing my wonderful hero – Brennus of Garrigill, also know as Bran.

Blurb:

Ravaged by war

…AD 71. After the battle at Whorl, Brennus of Garrigill is irrevocably changed. 

Returning to Marske, Ineda finds her grandmother dead, though Brennus is not. Snared by a Roman patrol, they are marched to Witton where he is forced to labour for the Roman IX Legion. 

Embracing his new identity as Bran, Brennus vows to avert Roman occupation of northernmost Brigantia. Ineda becomes his doughty spying accomplice, though sometimes she’s too impetuous. Trading with the Romans lends excellent opportunities for information gathering. Over time, Bran’s feelings for Ineda mar with his loyalty to Ineda’s father. 

When she disappears, and cannot be found, Bran enters direct service with Venutius, King of the Brigantes. 
  
Nancy: Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to visit today, Denise! If you want a sneak peek of what my Brennus looks like, hop on over to my Book Trailer Video on YouTube.

After Whorl: Bran Reborn book trailer video:

After Whorl: Bran Reborn is available for pre-order in paperback from Amazon UK (http://www.amazon.co.uk/After-Whorl-Reborn-Nancy-Jardine/dp/1909841323/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1_CEPA)



Nancy Jardine lives in the fantastic ‘castle country’ of Aberdeenshire, Scotland, with her husband. She spends her week making creative excuses for her neglected large garden; doesn’t manage as much writing as she always plans to do since she’s on Facebook too often, but she does have a thoroughly great time playing with her toddler granddaughter when she’s just supposed to be ‘just’ childminding her twice a week.

A lover of all things historical it sneaks into most of her writing along with many of the fantastic world locations she has been fortunate to visit. Her published work to date has been two non fiction history related projects; two contemporary ancestral mysteries; one light-hearted contemporary romance mystery and a historical novel. She has been published by The Wild Rose Press and Crooked Cat Publishing.

You’ll find Nancy at the following places: Amazon UK author page    Amazon US author page   Blog    Website   Facebook  Goodreads   About Me   LinkedIn   Twitter @nansjar

12.01.2013

#Snippet Sunday 12.01.13 From New Release Purgatory

SNIPPET SUNDAY

Each Sunday, fellow writers on the Facebook page, Snippet Sunday, share excerpts from their work on their blogs. To read more follow this link

https://www.facebook.com/groups/SnippetSunday/.

This week's snippet comes from my most recent release, Purgatory: Book Two of the Colorado Series. Click on cover for purchase link.



Here's the eight...

A swoosh of wind burst through the front door as a man entered the building. Dragging her attention away from the magazine, she turned to greet him. He hesitated for a fraction of a second as if to get his bearings before trudging through the lobby toward her. As soon as their eyes met, her words of welcome froze on her tongue and the pain began—flashes of light across her vision—tightness in her throat—intense, piercing sensations in her head. Panic and the desire to run soon followed.
She massaged her forehead, trying to rub away the stabbing pain that throbbed between her eyes, and then returned her attention to the man in front of her, pulling the computer keyboard toward her, determined to do her job despite the sudden fear gripping her insides.
She attempted her most professional tone. “Good morning. Welcome to the Inn at Purgatory. How can I help you?”

Here's the blurb...

Five years ago, a tragic accident robbed Chris Smith of a normal life. Left with only a jagged scar, a set of wedding rings, and bits of memory—smells, sounds, and fleeting feelings—she copes with the loss of her identity. Amnesia has made her life a living purgatory…until she meets Steve West.

Steve’s construction company is remodeling the ski lifts in Purgatory, Colorado. However looking at Chris is seeing the face of his deceased wife. Now the truths he’d been forced to believe have him searching for answers.

Murder, deception and missing ransom money. Can Steve protect Chris…and prove she’s the wife he never believed dead before the killer tries again?

I hope you enjoyed this snippet from Purgatory. This book is the follow up to An Impostor in Town.

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11.30.2013

The Annual Black Friday Report

This adventure began year before last. My daughter and I wanted to experience together the annual American celebration of gross consumerism called Black Friday. She had never before done Black Friday (or BF as we now affectionately refer to it), but my daughter had finally come of age and it was time for her introduction to this important rite of passage. We are, after all, Olympic quality shoppers. Doubt our status as shopping athletes? One of our favorite things to do as mom and daughter is to drive many hours from our home to revel in the shopper’s paradise that is known as Dallas, Texas. Northpark Mall at Christmas is the closest thing to shopper heaven...if you can find a parking place.

Anyway, I digress. Our experience the first year, 2011, (call it the nexus year) was a disappointing bust. We waited until we’d slept late the day after eating all that Thanksgiving food to rise from delicious slumber and venture out into the melee. Were we excited? Oh, yes we were! We hit the stores around noon rather than at midnight. By then, the raging storm of shopping activity had dulled to a gentle breeze. The stores had even picked up and straightened up their merchandise. We spent our time wandering from store to store in search of Black Friday hysteria. In our desperation, we finally hit upon the idea of going to Toys R Us. The toy store had to be where all the manic shoppers were congregating. Surely, there was a toy that every child under the age of twelve must have this year, but even TRU was woefully peaceful. There were no more shoppers there than on any given Saturday. This wouldn’t do. We were looking for chaos. We wanted the adrenaline rush of being part of the crowd. We would do it different in 2012. We would venture out at midnight when all the best sales started.

So... when November 2012 rolled around, my daughter and I put on our big girl panties and hit the stores at midnight. We were so proud of ourselves. We thought we were brave. We thought we’d experience a new kind of shopper’s high. We thought surely 2012 would be the year we were one with the shopping universe. To our delight, the amount of traffic reminded me of Christmas Eve when it falls on a Saturday. Our pulses raced with excitement. We hit one of those big box chain stores first, and yes, yes, yes, there were crowds waiting in line to purchase a television that was on sale. I think our local store ran out shortly after midnight. Apparently, people will stand in line in the freezing cold hoping to be one of the lucky ones. We didn’t do that. We didn’t need another television. Not in 2012 anyway. We darkened the portals of numerous retail establishments that night. We studied discounts (yeah, I know, the “retail price” is marked way up so the store can mark it way down on BF), we chose our items, and we stood in line. And stood in line. And stood in line. We arrived home with our purchases about three in the morning and collapsed in bed. When we finally woke up, we wondered what we had purchased the night before that was worth the aching feet in the morning. More lessons learned. We would do it different in 2013. We wouldn’t stand in line at Kohl’s, no matter what great sales they had going.

So here we are, November 2013. My daughter and I have survived another BF experience. We wore comfortable shoes, we selected our stores carefully, and we shopped. We had one rule this year. Do not stand in a long line unless we are holding something in our hands that we absolutely cannot live without. As we meandered from store to store, we realized there was NOTHING a person could buy that was worth standing in line that long, so we ditched the cute little snowman trio and left Kirkland’s empty handed at nearly two in the morning. We had an arts and crafts day planned mid-morning with my daughter’s boyfriend’s mother. We needed our rest, so we could craft. We headed home and collapsed into bed. Next year, we will do it differently. We’ll sleep late and venture out at three in the afternoon. After all, it’s not about the deep discounts; it’s about the shopping.

But my story isn’t over... I ended up with the cute little snowman trio anyway. My daughter and I went home, got some sleep, and went back out at three in the afternoon. There was only one of the taller snowman left at Kirklands. I checked out the scene. The lines were much shorter in the light of a day. The snowman trio and I came home together yesterday.


Ah, my friend, I’ve learned much from shopping on Black Friday, and when I figure out what I’ve learned, I’ll...um... Yeah, I’ll get back to you on that.

11.28.2013

Red Nose Optional - An Early Tale of Christmas Cheer... Or Maybe Not


I'm going to tell you a story about a reindeer. A reindeer in spandex named Conrad. A reindeer in spandex named Conrad who didn't make the cut at the North Pole.




Well, actually, he wasn't a reindeer. He was a giraffe. This did not deter him from pursuing his dream. Not one bit. All of St. Nick's old reindeer had retired with a pension of hay and hot chocolate. He had heard from an unidentified source that Santa was recruiting new talent for the annual run, so Conrad stole a rack of reindeer antlers from a hunting shed in Siberia while the hunter concentrated on eating his borscht with a bent spoon.

The journey northward seemed endless, but at last he found the fabled village. Billows of brightly-colored sparkles belched from the stacks of the toy factory. Elves scurried and hustled about their business. The Day was only weeks away. Conrad's blood pressure rose as he waited in line nose to rump behind a long line of other smelly butts outside the staging shed where the jolly old elf housed his sleigh.

The line stretched across about a hundred yards of freshly fallen snow. "How long you been standing here?" he asked the mammal ahead of him. He blinked when the animal turned its head. The other applicant was not a reindeer.

"A couple of days… weeks… hours… I don't know." The yak stomped a hoof in a mound of something that smelled vile. Wisps of steam rose from the pile. "The old guy is kind of… slow." He slung his heavy rack from side to side, dislodging a few tenacious flies. "Name's Formaldehyde. But you can call me Al."

"Conrad. But you can call me Con."

"Nice to meet you." The yak studied Con's outfit. "What's with the spandex?"

"Oh, this. Well…"

"Hey, if it's personal—"

"No. It's just… Okay, I ran away from the circus—"

The yak melted into fits of laughter. "Oh man, that's rich. You ran away from the circus? Why would you leave a good gig like that?"

Con cleared his throat, loosening the phlegm. "Well, there was a little problem with dynamite and an elephant—"

"Whoa, buddy. Did you dynamite an elephant?"

"Of course not. I swear I never touched the elephant." Con tried his best to look offended. "No matter what that clown says I never laid a hoof on her."

"Well, if you did, I wouldn't blame you. Elephants are kind of—"

"Hey!" said a rather large pachyderm while turning a malevolent eye on Al.

Conrad stepped back from the menace. He'd seen enough of elephants to last him a lifetime.

The yak turned his back on the elephant and continued his probing into Con's embarrassment. "What happened?"

"Well, you see… I swallowed several sticks of dynamite."




"Okay, you got my attention. Why would you swallow dynamite?"

Conrad puffed out his cheeks. "It really wasn't my fault. Lion Tamer was standing in the door of Pretzel Woman's trailer. You know, he was always talking to PW. I think he had an itch for her. She could do this thing… Never mind. It's not important." He cringed and shook his head at the memory. "Knife Thrower stopped throwing knives after the… um… accident, so he threw fireworks that looked like sticks of dynamite. Made for an exciting show. Well, we had a new guy in the manager's office, and he got mixed up. Ordered real dynamite. So when Knife Thrower was passing her trailer, Pretzel Woman sneezed, and the Lion Tamer got a face full of spray. PW is known for her bad breath. Lion Tamer backed into me, I tripped Knife Thrower, and Pretzel Woman knocked the dynamite out of Knife Thrower's hand." He looked hard at his audience. "Are you sure you want to hear this?"

Several animals nodded.

"Okay, well, I was yawning. I do that a lot. And I sort of… you know… swallowed the dynamite."

By now the waiting hopefuls had gathered around them to hear Con's sad tale of woe. Most of them stared at Con with wonder and awe reflected in their eyes. After all, it's more customary to run away to the circus, than from the circus.

"Go on," urged an elk.

"But I'd had a lot of hay for supper, and you can imagine the gas build-up—"

"Oh, yeah, man," said an alpaca. "That can be murder."

Con stared at the alpaca. How much did he know?

"I belched, the dynamite flew out of my mouth, and the elephant… It wasn't pretty."

"That's awful, man," the yak said.

"I had to leave. No one could be sure if I'd expelled all the TNT yet." Con felt a familiar rumble in his gut. "Guys." He backed away from them. "This can't be good."

A collective look of horror spread across the contingent of would-be Christmas Eve replacements.

They don't call it the North Pole any more. It's more like… the North Crater. And Con? There was no room on the team for someone with such a ghastly gastrointestinal disorder. Word is that operations might resume in time for Christmas next year.

I would like to spread the joy of reading this holiday season to one lucky grand prize winner chosen at random by Rafflecopter by giving away at 11:59 pm CST on December 31, 2013 a

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$20 Amazon Gift Card

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11.24.2013

#NewRelease - Purgatory Now Available on #Kindle - Book Two of the Colorado Series #TWRP


NOW Available on Amazon #Kindle
Purgatory
Book Two of the Colorado Series
The follow up to An Impostor in Town


Purgatory can be purchased at the following link:

Blurb...

Five years ago, a tragic accident robbed Chris Smith of a normal life. Left with only a jagged scar, a set of wedding rings, and bits of memory—smells, sounds, and fleeting feelings—she copes with the loss of her identity. Amnesia has made her life a living purgatory…until she meets Steve West.

Steve’s construction company is remodeling the ski lifts in Purgatory, Colorado. However looking at Chris is seeing the face of his deceased wife. Now the truths he’d been forced to believe have him searching for answers.

Murder, deception and missing ransom money. Can Steve protect Chris…and prove she’s the wife he never believed dead before the killer tries again?

Excerpt...

A swoosh of wind burst through the front door as a man entered the building. Dragging her attention away from the magazine, she turned to greet him. He hesitated for a fraction of a second as if to get his bearings before trudging through the lobby toward her. As soon as their eyes met, her words of welcome froze on her tongue and the pain began—flashes of light across her vision—tightness in her throat—intense, piercing sensations in her head. Panic and the desire to run soon followed.

She massaged her forehead, trying to rub away the stabbing pain that throbbed between her eyes, and then returned her attention to the man in front of her, pulling the computer keyboard toward her, determined to do her job despite the sudden fear gripping her insides.

She attempted her most professional tone. “Good morning. Welcome to the Inn at Purgatory. How can I help you?”

No response.

She glanced up at him. To her dismay, he presented all the indications of a panic attack. She recognized the signs well. His forehead glistened with tiny beads of sweat. The vein in his neck pulsed. Anxiety flashed in his eyes as he struggled with each new breath he took.

“Mister, are you all right?”

He braced against the counter and rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah. It’s just…you look like someone I used to know.”

Chills ran down her spine. He wasn’t creepy, not in the least. On the contrary, she sensed an unmistakable connection to this stranger. She recoiled from the feeling, but nothing could have pried her eyes from his for a few brief, intense moments.

Purgatory can be purchased at the following link:

http://www.amazon.com/Purgatory-Colorado-Denise-Moncrief-ebook/dp/B00GVL6OSO


I would like to spread the joy of reading this holiday season to one lucky grand prize winner chosen at random by Rafflecopter by giving away at 11:59 pm CST on December 31, 2013 a

Brand New 8gb 7" Kindle Fire HD


Four lucky second prize winners will be chosen at random by Rafflecopter to receive a

$20 Amazon Gift Card


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11.15.2013

Nights And Weekends - An Impostor in Town


Click on image to purchase


Just found this incredible review for An Impostor in Town at the following link

Nights And Weekends - An Imposter in Town

  

"All those twists and turns come together at the end, clues falling into place and loose threads retying into essential parts of the fabric, with every detail turning out to make important sense. An initially fractured, meandering tale becomes a tightly woven, well-planned romantic suspense, with low-key sexual tension and high-stakes action; an intense adventure filled with mystery, surprises, hurt, heart and hope."




I would like to spread the joy of reading this holiday season to one lucky grand prize winner chosen at random by Rafflecopter by giving away at 11:59 pm CST on December 31, 2013 a

Brand New 8gb 7" Kindle Fire HD


Four lucky second prize winners will be chosen at random by Rafflecopter to receive a

$20 Amazon Gift Card


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11.13.2013

#CoverReveal - Purgatory - Denise Moncrief

Coming November 25, 2013 to Kindle



Five years ago, a tragic accident robbed Chris Smith of a normal life. Left with only a jagged scar, a set of wedding rings, and bits of memory—smells, sounds, and fleeting feelings—she copes with the loss of her identity. Amnesia has made her life a living purgatory…until she meets Steve West.

Steve’s construction company is remodeling the ski lifts in Purgatory, Colorado. However looking at Chris is seeing the face of his deceased wife. Now the truths he’d been forced to believe have him searching for answers.

Murder, deception and missing ransom money. Can Steve protect Chris…and prove she’s the wife he never believed dead before the killer tries again?

Excerpt


A swoosh of wind burst through the front door as a man entered the building. Dragging her attention away from the magazine, she turned to greet him. He hesitated for a fraction of a second as if to get his bearings before trudging through the lobby toward her. As soon as their eyes met, her words of welcome froze on her tongue and the pain began—flashes of light across her vision—tightness in her throat—intense, piercing sensations in her head. Panic and the desire to run soon followed.

She messaged her forehead, trying to rub away the stabbing pain that throbbed between her eyes, and then returned her attention to the man in front of her, pulling the computer keyboard toward her, determined to do her job despite the sudden fear gripping her insides.

She attempted her most professional tone. “Good morning. Welcome to the Inn at Purgatory. How can I help you?”

No response.

She glanced up at him. To her dismay, he presented all the indications of a panic attack. She recognized the signs well. His forehead glistened with tiny beads of sweat. The vein in his neck pulsed. Anxiety flashed in his eyes as he struggled with each new breath he took.

“Mister, are you all right?”

He braced against the counter and rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah. It’s just…you look like someone I used to know.”


Chills ran down her spine. Not that he was creepy, not in the least. On the contrary, she sensed an unmistakable connection to this stranger. She recoiled from the feeling, but nothing could have pried her eyes from his for a few brief, intense moments.
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