Sunday, October 6, 2019

New Release - Heartless Intent

Chapter One - Excerpt

A gust of wind ruffled the leaves, carrying with it the scent of death, abandoned dreams, and a flock of crows. Monday mornings were always bad, but standing on the edge of the riverbank, with a storm brewing overhead, made it worse.
“Dang, Kacy, it hurts me just to look at that.” Detective Dave Capello ran a hand through his hair and turned away from the naked bodies dangling from the lower limb of a huge oak tree and swaying in the morning breeze drifting in from the Chicago River. “Why do we keep winding up with all the sicko perps out there?”
“Nature of the job, partner.” I studied the ground around the tree. “Ladder indentations. Whoever hung them wasn’t tall enough to just throw the ropes over the tree limb. Copious amounts of bleach poured over the bodies, ropes and around the area. Either the perpetrator wasn’t taking any chances on leaving anything that would identify him behind, or he was trying to keep animals away until the bodies were found.” I stepped aside just in time to miss bird droppings. “Not that it helped much with the birds.”
“May be the nature of the job, but you’d think just once, Park would give the crazy cases to Sims and Gardner,” Dave grumbled as he pulled out his notepad and pen. “Male and female victim, approximately late thirties or early forties, although with their heads covered, I could be wrong about that. Access to site most likely by boat.” He stepped closer to the bodies. “Bruising around necks, and from the holes in their chests, I’d estimate their hearts have been removed.” He grimaced. “Along with another vital part of the male anatomy. Not enough blood here to be the murder site.” He shook his head and jotted a few notes. “Probably bled out before they got here. Your turn.”
“Hanging is usually associated with justice, revenge, and shaming. The fact the killer left them nude and covered their faces also points toward shaming.” I studied the bodies and sighed. My stomach was flip-flopping, and icy fingers trickled down the back of my neck and spine. “The heart removal makes it highly personal, as does the removal of the vital penis and testicles you’re avoiding mentioning.”
Dave groaned and turned away from the scene as I continued. “It could be that whoever did this wanted the world to see their shame and consider them heartless.” I grinned at Dave. “As well as wanting the world to know the guy was dickless.”
“Jesus, Lang.”
I turned toward the sound of boat motors. Commander Park did have a knack for giving us all the cases involving the crazies. “We’ll have to wait on Myriah for cause of death and identification.”
Dave came to stand beside me on the bank as we waited for the boats to dock. “You heard from Greg?”
“No.” I didn’t elaborate, hoping Dave would take the hint. I didn’t want to discuss my failing relationship any more than he wanted to discuss the male victim’s castration.
The first boat docked, and three officers joined us on the riverbank. I was glad to see Officer John Tedrow in charge. He was a good officer and easy to work with. “We’ll split up and comb the area. We’re looking for clothes, wallets, purses, shoes, or personal items, as well as”—I pointed to the victims—“missing hearts and private parts.”
“Damn.” Officer Tedrow, like Dave and his fellow officers, avoided looking directly at the male victim. “How long do you think they’ve been out here?”
“Not long. A couple of fishermen spotted them at five this morning. Probably late last night.” A clue, although a useless one. The killer had placed the bodies in an area with high early-morning boat traffic, wanting them to be discovered quickly.
“Lots of coyotes around here, along with a few bobcats. If the body parts were here, they may not be now.” Tedrow issued orders to the other two officers as the second boat docked. “We’ll start out covering a quarter mile in each direction.” He nodded toward the dark clouds gathering overhead as the wind picked up. “I doubt we’ll have time for much more than that before the storm hits.”
“Thanks, John. We’ll join you after we’ve had a word with Myriah. I’d rather we were all back on high ground before it gets vicious.”
Myriah suited up, smiled, and walked our way. “You know they’re beginning to call you the gruesome twosome, don’t you?”
“I’m sure we’ve been called worse. Besides, it’s not our fault if Park always gives us the weirdoes.” I returned her smile. “Dave is having a bit of trouble with this one.”
Myriah surveyed the bodies as the photographer took pictures. She waved her crew forward and chuckled. “I can see why it might bother him. We’d best cut them down, bag them up, and move them before the rain hits. There’s no way we could set a tent up out here. With the lack of any serious blood spill beneath them, this definitely isn’t the murder site.”
“Dave and I came to the same conclusion. We’re going to have a quick look around, then check out the boat docks to see if anyone rented a boat yesterday afternoon and didn’t return it last night. Let us know as soon as you have an ID.”
Myriah nodded, turning her attention to the task at hand.
I placed my hands on my hips, studying the directions Tedrow and the other officers had taken. The area was hilly and forested. Unless the killer had a reason to want us to discover the missing body parts, they were most likely at the bottom of the river. “What do you think, Dave?”
“I think we’re wasting our time here. Would have taken him a while to get the bodies in place, pour the Clorox over them, then clean up his mess. If he didn’t leave so much as an empty bottle behind, I doubt we’re going to find anything.”
“Kacy, you’d better take a look at this.” Myriah had removed the covering over the man’s head. “And I’ve got an ID for you.”
The word pedophile had been carved in the man’s forehead. That could explain the missing penis.
“Who is he?”
“Thomas Wilcott. Senator Wilcott’s son.” She knelt beside the woman’s body and removed the cloth. “Damn, I was hoping I was wrong. It’s his wife, Trina Wilcott.”
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. The phrase echoed inside my head as I stared at the woman’s mutilated face and head. “Do they have children?”
Myriah nodded. “Two. A fourteen-year-old girl and seven-year-old boy.”
“Put the covers back on, Myriah, and don’t allow any more pictures until you’re back at the morgue. If this leaks out, we’ll all be in hot water.” I glanced at Dave. “We’d better give Park a heads-up. There’s going to be more than one storm brewing before the day is over.”

Book 4 in the Detective Kacy Lang series. Can be read as a standalone.  Grab your copy now!  Amazon

Entire series available on Kindle Unlimited.

Friday, October 4, 2019

Book Review = Stillhouse Lake by Rachel Caine

Wow! This is my first book by Rachel Caine and I was totally blown away. Most books, even those I love I can close my kindle when I'm exhausted and go to sleep. Not this one!She kept me on the edge of my seat all the way to the very end and then--yeah, then she has me begging to know what's next.

Gina Royal is on the run, not from her serial killer husband who is in prison on death row, but from a group of internet trolls that believe she's as guilty as he was. Changing her name and the names of her children she continues to hide out in small towns hoping to finally find one that feels like home.

The house on Stillhouse Lake is perfect--until the body of a young woman drifts up from the bottom of the lake. She's been murdered--exactly as her ex-husband killed his victims. Gina prepares to run, but it's too late. She's on the police radar and her identity has been blown. The trolls are coming and they're out for blood.

A fabulous 5* read which will leave you gasping.

Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Killer Crime Fiction

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Monday, June 17, 2019

Query/Synopsis Writing & Example

Everyone hates writing a query letter/synopsis.  How much do you tell?  Did I tell too much, or too little? Most submission guidelines with have a limit on how much you should write.  It may be two pages, or 200 to 300 words, but always try to stick to their guidelines.  Below is a query/synopsis I wrote for Honorable Death.  I did not use this, as I had already published the book and actually did it for fun, and to see if I could actually write one I liked.  I hope it gives you some ideas for you own.

I would love to submit Honorable Death for your consideration. It is a 63,435 word detective crime thriller. It is book 1 in a 3 book series. All three books are written and have been edited, and I’m currently working on the next three.

Honorable Death is written in first person, and revolves around Detective Kacy Lang and her partner, Dave Capello. A unique team as Kacy is a wildfire and Dave is what the other detectives considered over the hill. The novel is set in Chicago and begins with the discovery of Kacy’s twin brother’s tortured and mutilated body. Kacy and Kyle were adopted at birth by rich parents who really didn’t want them. Growing up unloved took its toll, and Kacy devoted her life to law enforcement, while Kyle took the opposite path of drugs and thugs. The investigation of Kyle’s death leads to the discovery of black market baby sales, slave trade and prostitution. Kacy’s life is in danger and her adoptive parents are at the top of her suspect list. The novel is interspersed with colorful characters from law enforcement and the drug world. Kacy learns that Kyle had a daughter and must do everything she can to find her and protect her from the people who killed her brother. When a fellow officer is killed they turn up the heat with drug raids and arrest of gang leaders. Kacy learns her real father is legal counsel for the Colombian cartel. The novel is filled with twists, turns and concludes in a deadly showdown between Kacy, her partners, and the woman behind it all, her brother’s sister-in-law.

The book has received praise from early ARC readers as well as the editor and proofreader, who called it:

Everything a detective novel should be--gripping, clever, and filled with deep characters. Brilliant but troubled detective Kacy Lang and her partner, Dave Capello, aren't the perfect detectives, but they're the perfect team. The history of their relationship is every bit as intriguing as the murder they're trying to solve." - Stefanie B., Red Adept Line Editor
Honorable Death is a multilayered, fast-paced archaeological dig of a mystery, with well-developed characters and a well-constructed plot well worth reading." Laura B., Proofreader, Red Adept Publishing

I have been both published and self-published since 2006. I am a New York Times and USA Today best selling author. My backlist includes twelve novels, all presently self-published. These include paranormal murder mysteries, legal thrillers, crime thrillers, psychological thrillers, and one romance. I have worked with the judicial system since 1997, first as a legal secretary, then a free lance court reporter and official reporter for criminal court. I have also worked closely with local law enforcement on murder cases and putting together evidence for local prosecutors.

The manuscript is complete and available at your request.

Linda S. Prather, Author



Saturday, June 15, 2019

Interspersed with colorful characters!

This series has been one of my favorites to write. The characters have a unique relationship that made them fun to get to know. If you love detective stories, don't miss this one.

Honorable Death


“Jesus, Kacy, it’ll be a bugger identifying this one.”
Under normal circumstances, my partner, Dave Capello, would have had a point. The body had washed up from the icy depths of the Chicago River near the fork of Eleanor and Loomis, and the call had come in minutes before quitting time. Dave had wanted to ignore it. For once, I wished I’d listened to him. A blowtorch had been used on the face, and all the fingers were missing. The angles of the arms and legs told me bones had been broken.
I didn’t need the ME to tell me the identity. Nor did I need to see the small skull tattoo above his left ankle to verify it. Kyle and I had never shared the twin bond in life, but as I stared down at his tortured and mutilated body, I realized a part of me was missing. I’d never considered it a vital part—until now.

$.99 or free on Kindle Unlimited Amazon

Dishonorable Death


“You’ve reached the residence of Detective Kacy Lang. I can’t come to the phone right now because it’s Saturday. My first day off in two months, and I don’t give a big rat’s ass who’s dead.”
Giggles came through the line.
“Jesus, Lang, you’re a potty mouth even on your birthday.” Dave Capello chuckled softly. “Martha and the girls wanted to say happy birthday before they catch the plane to visit Grandma and Grandpa.”
“Happy birthday, Aunt Kacy.”
“Aww… you guys are so sweet. Thank you. Have fun on your trip.”
“We will.”
I held the phone away from my ear as more giggles and a few squeals erupted.
“Settle down back there!” Dave yelled. “You free for dinner? Buy you a burger?”
I hated lying to Dave. My plans for the day were to do absolutely nothing except wallow in misery. In my case, misery did not love company. “Sorry, partner, but I have a date.”
“A date? With who?”
“It’s whom, and that falls under need to know.” I could hear Martha’s laughter in the background. She loved it when I put Dave in his place. “You don’t need to know. See you Monday.”
I ended the call before he could go into full interrogation mode, picked up my fresh cup of hazelnut coffee, and headed for my favorite spot on the back porch. I’d spent the last hour pulling weeds and rubbing my lower back. Weeks of work and a thousand dollars had turned the small patch into what my psychiatrist called a meditation garden. Propping my feet on the ottoman, I leaned back in the chair. Bastard should have called it a chiropractor garden with all the damn weeds I have to constantly pull.

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Justifiable Death - Now Available For Pre-Order


“Seriously, Lang, you named your dog Butter?” Dave Capello rolled his eyes as I slipped into the passenger seat and buckled my seatbelt. “What kind of name is that for a dog?”
“He likes it. Besides, Greg has Popcorn.” I grinned. “You know, Popcorn and Butter?”
“Jesus.” Dave honked the horn. “What’s taking Stevens so long?”
“I stuck my tongue down his throat and ripped his clothes off. He’s still getting dressed.”
“I think I liked it better before you two started dating.”
“We’re not dating. We’re just friends with benefits.” I turned away, so Dave couldn’t see the laughter in my eyes. “You told me to get laid.”
Dave switched the subject, a telling red flush creeping up his neck. “Did Park say what he wanted?”
“No, just that he wanted to see us first thing this morning.” Greg came out the front door, two tiny balls of fluff nipping at his heels. “Park said he’d explain when we got there.”
“How’s your gut?”
I frowned. “My gut?”
“Yeah, your gut. Something bad coming down or just your everyday murder waiting on us?”
Greg climbed in the back seat and Dave backed out of the drive. My sixth sense wasn’t kicking in, but I knew why he was asking. “I think we’re good this time.”
“I hope so.” Dave said. “Sick of demons and crazy serial killers.”
I met Greg’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “Dave thinks I’m psychic.”
Greg laughed. “Cool, give me the lottery numbers.”

“No spooks on the horizon?”
“Can’t promise that, partner. There’s always crazies on the horizon.”
We finished the drive in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The cases that crossed our desk were mentally and emotionally draining, but when it became personal it was a thousand times worse, and the last two cases had been very personal. First, my twin brother’s murder. Then, a serial killer and his twisted brother who almost killed the three of us. I’d only been back on the streets a month, and it would be nice if Park had a simple case of greed or jealousy. Something easy to solve, and understandable.

$2.99  Amazon

Saturday, April 20, 2019

New Release and $.99 sale!

Now available at Amazon for the introductory price of $.99, and free with Kindle Unlimited.


Save $2.00 to $3.00  - $.99 sale

A serial killer thriller with a touch of Choctaw Lore.  Just $.99 for two days.


A different PI book. Investigative reporter, Andi Carter and her amusing sidekick, Shamus O'Conner, are out to save a young girl, but is she a victim, or a serial killer?  Just $.99 for two days.


Ah, this one brings back memories. The first book I ever published, originally published by Echelon Press in 2006.  Just $.99 for two days.


If you love mysteries and thrillers with a touch of paranormal, similar to Kay Hooper's novels (by the way I love Kay Hooper and have most of her novels), then I think you'll enjoy this one.  Just $.99


Enjoy the discounts and Happy Reading!

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Everything A Detective Novel Should Be! Read Chapter One.

Everything a detective novel should be--gripping, clever, and filled with deep characters.

Detective Kacy Lang wasn't surprised when the body of her twin brother washed up from the icy depths of the Chicago River.  She'd known since the day she graduated from the academy that one day he'd wind up on her beat, and she'd have to arrest him... or kill him.  She could accept the fact he'd been murdered. What she couldn't accept was the massive torture he'd endured before his death.  Someone would pay for that.

A multilayered, fast-paced archaeological dig of a mystery.

Now Available for pre-order: Amazon


“Jesus, Kacy, it’ll be a bugger identifying this one.”
Under normal circumstances, my partner, Dave Capello, would have had a point. The body had washed up from the icy depths of the Chicago River near the fork of Eleanor and Loomis, and the call had come in minutes before quitting time. Dave had wanted to ignore it. For once, I wished I’d listened to him. A blowtorch had been used on the face, and all the fingers were missing. The angles of the arms and legs told me bones had been broken.
I didn’t need the ME to tell me the identity. Nor did I need to see the small skull tattoo above his left ankle to verify it. Kyle and I had never shared the twin bond in life, but as I stared down at his tortured and mutilated body, I realized a part of me was missing. I’d never considered it a vital part—until now.
Police officers, firemen, and two other detectives from Cook County had responded to the call. Dave and I weren’t needed, and I had a lot to do before the commander took me off the case. “Let’s go, Dave.”
“What do you mean? We just got here.”
I strode toward the Ford sedan parked at the edge of the street, with Dave huffing to keep up. “We’re off the case. The victim’s name is Kyle Lang. He’s my twin brother.”
Dave said that a lot, and at times, I wondered if it was a habit or a prayer for insight on bad cases. Perhaps he simply found it preferable to the trash that often came out of my mouth. Solving this case wouldn’t take a lot of insight. Kyle had been working with Chicago’s drug dealers, thieves, and murderers for over ten years. We’d both known since the day I graduated from the academy that one day, he would wind up on my beat, and I would have to arrest him, shoot him, or bury him. I took comfort from the fact it was the latter. Arresting him would have been hard and shooting him even harder.
“I’ll drive.” Dave took the keys I was absently tossing from hand to hand as I stared at the huge snowflakes falling. In a few hours, the roads would be covered, and careless motorists would be slamming into each other. With Christmas three weeks away, the rush to find the perfect present for loved ones had become more important than life itself.
I studied the surrounding area, my thoughts turning back to Kyle. What was he doing here? Did he live here? I tossed aside the idea.
Many of the residents were of Asian descent, living in the small studio apartments and single-family homes that lined the streets. Even the historic homes built before 1939 had been converted into two-bedroom and three-bedroom rental units. The neighborhood was fairly expensive compared to other real estate and was inhabited by those who liked to walk. Kyle had never been a walker.
“How long have we been partners?” Dave interrupted my thoughts, started the car, and turned up the heat.
“Five years.”
“How come I didn’t know you had a twin brother?”
A tinge of hurt echoed in his voice. Dave believed I was an orphan with no family in or near Chicago. For the last five years, he’d invited me to dinners and summer barbeques with him, Martha and the girls. He’d taken it upon himself to act as both my partner and big brother. He’d even set me up with a few of his friends on disastrous first and only dates. He deserved a truthful answer.
“When I entered the academy, Kyle was getting a taste of thug life. The last I heard from him, he was running with high-class drug dealers. I didn’t tell you because someday you might have had to kill him, and if you knew he was my brother, you’d hesitate.”
“How about your parents? Are they still alive?”
Dave wouldn’t let me off that easy. My parents were impossible to explain. Some things in life had to be seen to be believed.
“You know the commander will turn this case over to Sims and Gardner.” Dave headed toward town. “They couldn’t find their own shadows on a sunny day. What say we check out your brother’s place? See if we can find any clues pointing to where he was killed and why?”
Good partners anticipated each other’s next move. That Kyle had been murdered wasn’t a huge surprise. The torture they’d put him through before cutting his throat pissed me off. Someone would answer for that. Officially, I couldn’t investigate the case. Unofficially, I wouldn’t stop until I found the bastards responsible. “I don’t know where he was living, but I know someone who might.”
“Which way?”
“West Englewood. Take a right after you cross the railroad tracks.”
Dave’s hands tightened on the wheel. It wasn’t dark yet, but it would be close by the time we got there. The neighborhood we were about to enter was known for violence, gang warfare, poverty, and despair. Fortunately for us, the real fun didn’t begin until after midnight. I figured if anyone knew where Kyle had been living or what he’d been up to, his childhood friend Simon “Mouse” Wilson would.
The car bounced over the railroad tracks, and Dave took a right. “Which house?”
“Last one on the left.” I jerked my Glock from the shoulder holster and clicked off the safety. “Looks like company is headed his way.”
“And they ain’t carrying a cake.” Dave pressed down on the gas and flipped on the lights and sirens.
The two men who had climbed out of the black Lexus made a beeline for the car doors, and the vehicle screeched off.
“I hoped that would work, but in this neighborhood, you never know.”
“Smart thinking.” I kept my eyes on the back of the house. As I’d suspected, Mouse had been watching and made a run for it. “Dumb shit,” I cursed softly as I leapt from the car before Dave brought it to a full stop. “Stop right there, Mouse, or I swear I’ll put a bullet in your ass.”
He dropped a small suitcase and raised his hands above his head. “Kacy?” He turned slowly, squinting. “Kacy Lang, is that you?”
I motioned to the car. “Grab your suitcase and get in.”
Mouse took a quick look over his shoulder in the direction the Lexus had taken, grabbed his case, and scurried to the car. “I can’t go to jail, Kacy. They have people there. You put me in jail, and I’ll be dead in less than an hour.”
I opened the back door and waited until Simon slid across the seat, then climbed in beside him. “We’re not taking you to jail. I want to know where Kyle was living and what he was up to.”
Mouse swallowed hard and peered out the back windshield.
Dave did a U-turn and headed out of the neighborhood. The element of surprise had scared off the hoodlums, but they would be back, armed with serious firepower.
“Who were those guys?” Dave asked.
Simon’s nose twitched—one of the reasons he’d earned the name Mouse in grade school. His tiny four-foot-two-inch frame and ratty brown hair that no amount of gel kept in place finished the picture. Kyle had taken him under his wing and protected him from most of the bullying. I’d always been proud of Kyle for that—until the drugs. I shook off the memories and turned my attention back to Simon.
“Dave asked you a question, Mouse.” I poked him in the side with the Glock. “Answer it.”
“I don’t know. Goons. They’re looking for Kyle, but I swear I don’t know where he is.” His eyes were tiny pinpoints in the dusky light. His voice was a whine that was already grating on my nerves. “You gotta believe me, Kacy.”
I shook my head. “They’re not looking for Kyle, because they’ve already found him. His body washed up in the river about an hour ago.”
The information sent Simon into a frenzy of panic. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” He sank down in the seat, a small dribble of saliva rolling down his chin. Worse than that, he pissed all over our car.
“It’s a little late for either you or Kyle to be calling on God. Where was he staying? And what are those guys looking for?”
“Kyle wouldn’t tell me. He said it was something big. I don’t know his address, but I can take you there. It’s on Fremont. He was crashing with a hooker.” Simon was talking fast, squeaking out his words. He grabbed my arm. “I do this for you, you gotta protect me.”
I shook off the hand, tempted to shoot him, as a whiff of ammonia filled the car. I met Dave’s gaze in the rearview mirror and nodded.
My hopes of finding the hooker alive or anything of value at Kyle’s residence faded a half block from Fremont. The car radio squawked out, requesting assistance at 107 Fremont, where the body of a woman had been found in an apartment building.
“You want to respond?” Dave asked.
“We’re off duty.”
“They’re moving fast, Kacy. What do you want to do?”
Bury my head in the sand and let everybody that walks by kick my ass. “Where were you headed, Simon?”
He shrugged, slinking lower in the seat. “I was gonna find you. Let you know Kyle was in trouble.”
I poked him with the Glock again. “Do you have a place to go, Simon?”
He shook his head and whimpered. I wanted to tell Dave to pull to the side of the road, kick him out, and let him fend for himself. I wanted to… but knew in my heart, I couldn’t live with myself if I did. “You still have a key for that safe house on Trent, Dave?”
“Yeah. Was getting ready to turn it over. They’ll ask for it tomorrow or the next day, at the latest. He should be okay at least for tonight. Give us time to figure something else out.”
I punched Simon on the arm—hard. “You’ve got twenty-four hours to think of a place to go. After that, you’re on your own.”
“You gotta get me some money. Can’t go nowhere without money. You owe me that.”
Rage flowed through my blood, hot and volatile. “I don’t owe you a damn thing, Simon. If I’d let Kyle be killed the last time he got in trouble, he wouldn’t have been tortured for hours before they finally slit his throat.”
Dave turned in to the driveway of a small frame house and drove the car around to the rear. “I’ll unlock the door.” He leveled a glare at Simon. “I’m not giving you the key. If you’re smart, you’ll stay inside and keep the noise down. Anybody finds you here, we don’t know you.” He opened the back door. “Get out.”
Simon sent me a pleading look before exiting.
Pity was the only emotion I could drum up for him as he scampered after Dave. “I’ll check on you in the morning.”
Simon didn’t answer, and I stepped out of the car to wait for Dave, breathing in the cold night air. It felt good against my face, cooling off my rage.
“Did you call that guy Mouse?” Dave walked up to stand beside me.
“Yeah.” I opened the passenger door, climbed in, and fastened my seat belt. “Appropriate, don’t you think?”
He slammed my door and headed for the driver’s side. He was still muttering as he climbed in. “Little bastard pissed in my car. I ought to go back in there and wring his neck.” He rolled down his window, finding the freezing wind preferable to the stench of urine. “Where to?”
As much as I hated the idea, my parents had to be told. Sims and Gardner might be jokes, but the ME was the best in the state, and she would have an identity soon. Kyle’s DNA was in the system. “Drop me off at my house. You need to head in and let the commander know what’s going on. He’ll be pissed that we didn’t call it in immediately.” I gave him a sheepish grin and lifted one shoulder. “You can tell him you had to console me.”
Dave chuckled. “Be a cold day when he buys that crap.”
I didn’t have to point out the absurdity of Dave’s statement but did anyway. “It is a cold day.”
“You should have been a comedian. You know what I mean. We need to go tell your parents. You want to give me the address, or do I have to look it up?”
Imagining Dave inside my parents’ house was the first glimmer of humor in an otherwise bleak day. “Glencoe on the North Side. They’ve got a small lakefront mansion.”
He shot me a quizzical glance. “You got rich family and never told me?”
“You won’t like them. They’re ASBB.”
Dave frowned, tsked, then frowned again as he tried to figure out what kind of disease I was talking about. I could put him out of his misery or let him suffer a little longer. I smiled, deciding to let him suffer.
He traveled another block before the curiosity was too much. “What the hell is ASBB?”
“A selfish bitch and bastard. Or a selfish bastard and bitch. I’ll let you decide.”
Dave remained quiet. He had a great family, and I was sure he thought I was joking. So close to Christmas, Kyle’s death would be an inconvenience. I’d received my yearly invitation to their annual Christmas celebration, along with strict instructions to have my hair done and dress appropriately. They didn’t want me to embarrass them again this year.
I closed my eyes. An image flashed through my mind of my father’s jaw setting and my mother’s face screwing up in disgust when I told them the news about Kyle. Having to plan and attend a funeral for their only son at this time of year would infuriate them. Kyle had never done anything right, and now he couldn’t even find a convenient time to get himself killed.
Expelling a deep breath, I opened my eyes and stared at the lights twinkling along our route. Odds were they would have the body frozen until after the New Year’s festivities then hold a small ceremony with no one but the three of us present. If they bothered to come at all. At least if I had died they could have pretended to grieve as their friends would have seen my job as respectable, even if it was below the social standing of the Lange family.
Dave broke the silence. “Your family really that bad?”
“Trust me, Dave. You’ll have to see it to believe it.”

Monday, March 25, 2019

Book Review - Good Girl Gone Bad

This is actually my first book by Emmy Ellis, but it definitely won't be my last.  I'd only read one chapter when I knew, wow, I love this author's style.  Although I wouldn't call this a complicated book, there are a lot of characters who play a main part--just what I love in a book.  So let's take a look at the characters.

Kane - A homicide DI determined to put a drug dealer behind bars. A good-hearted man, with a partner he doesn't know what to do with. Richard has a problem, but he refuses to share it with Kane, and continues to make investigations difficult and Kane's life miserable.

Charlotte - Trapped in an abusive relationship, closed off from family and with only one friend, an older man she can talk to, when her boyfriend allows it.  Lonely, sick of her life, Charlotte hooks up for a one-nighter, not realizing her pickup would want more. Would he turn out to be her savior, or the final straw in a relationship that has only one ending--her death.

Debbie - A 15 year old daydreamer, convinced she's found the love of her life. She knows her parents will never approve, and her friends will scoff at her, but she's convinced this is the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with. Finally catching his attention she makes a late evening date.  Will it be everything she's ever dreamed of?  Or will it be her worst nightmare?

The Killer - Here you delve into the mind of a madman. I can't say much more without spoilers, and I would hate to do that as finding out the truth, and working through the clues is all part of the fun.

This book could truly be labeled with so many different labels.  A thriller that keeps you flipping pages and on the edge.  A mystery, as the clues are there, but you have to follow them all the way to the end. It could also fall under drama. Not the irritating type of drama, but the page-turning type of drama.  Fabulously written with emotion and a great plot.  Definitely a 5* read for me.

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Book Review - The Dead Can't Speak

Writing a review without spoilers is difficult sometimes.  Especially for a book you truly enjoyed, as you want to share the things that really pulled you in and kept you there.  DI Sara Ramsey is a character that's easy to care about, as is her partner, Carla.  The homicide unit is a difficult unit in any law enforcement department, and comes with it's own set of unique problems.  Low budgets, demanding superiors and long hours, many times without approval for overtime.

One of the things I love about M. A. Comley's books are her characters are never one-dimensional. They have real lives, with real life problems.  Sara's team has real lives with real life problems. They support each other and yet aren't afraid to call each out if it gets too deep.

In the Dead Can't Speak we have a dastardly villain, with no redeeming qualities.  We get an opportunity to meet his victims, women he's used for his own purposes. Women who care about him, and may even be in love with him.

If you've followed Sara's story with No Right To Kill and Deadly Blow, you're up to date on her husband's murder.  If not, I highly recommend you start with No Right to Kill and get to know Sara. She's waited a long time for her husband's murderer to be brought to justice, and now it seems she's finally going to get her wish. But will the price she has to pay be too high? Will it destroy her career and her personal life?  Well, you'll have to read the book to find out. 

Add to the mixture her husband's still grieving family and their demands on Sara's time.  And seriously, what's up with his brother, Donald?  

A fantastic character driven thriller/mystery. Love the neighbors, and I look forward to a long running series on this one.  All three books are available at Amazon and also available on Kindle Unlimited.