Hello and welcome to the Rave Reviews Book Club Blog and Book Party! This is my first time to participate as an RRBC member. It’s been a lot of fun visiting the other sites and getting to know more authors.
Today, I’m giving away eBook copies of my novel, Unseen Motives, to two winners.
For a chance to win, please leave a comment today, April 11, and let me know you stopped by.
A bit about me. I first realized I wanted to be a writer around the age of ten. I grew up in the country just outside a small Texas town. My parents owned forty acres, much of it wooded and I loved to roam through those woods. I’ve always loved animals and my first “scribblings” were stories of horses. I had a vivid imagination and I loved to read. Two of my favorite childhood books were Charlotte’s Web and The Incredible Journey.
When I read the story of three animals that journeyed across Canada in a quest to find their home, I felt as if I was on the journey with them. I knew then that I wanted to write books and take readers on their own journeys.
Although it took me a long time to fulfill my dream, I began writing fiction three or four years ago and published my first full-length novel last November.
Now, I would like to tell you a bit about the book I’m promoting today. Unseen Motives is the first in my Driscoll Lake series. Unknown Reasons is scheduled for release sometime this summer and Unclear Purposes in the spring of 2018.
Stephanie Harris is no stranger to mystery— she’s a bestselling thriller novelist with a tragic past. She returns to her hometown of Driscoll Lake to settle the affairs of a deceased relative and stumbles on a real-life mystery involving her family. When she unearths long-buried secrets that threaten to expose a scandal, she finds herself caught in a web of deceit and danger that puts her directly in the crosshairs of a cold-blooded killer.
Matt and Stephanie lingered in the parking lot after the others departed. “Sorry about the crowd,” Matt said. “I should have known. Mary’s is always busy on Friday nights after games.”
“It’s okay. It was nice to visit with some of my high school friends.” Stephanie took a deep breath of the night air. “I’m glad I went to the game. I wasn’t sure how it would be, but I felt a sense of freedom tonight. Maybe I’m finally getting over the past.”
“But you still have questions. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have asked Kyle to write a second story.”
“Yes, I do. I realize the outcome probably won’t change, but I have to try.” She tried to blink away tears that threatened to fall. “I didn’t mean to get emotional.”
Matt wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “Look, I know tonight wasn’t a real date, but how about dinner tomorrow? Just the two of us. We can go someplace in Brewster.”
Stephanie smiled. “I’d like that.”
“Good.” He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips.
Impulsively, Stephanie took her finger and traced the scar on his chin. “How did you get this?”
Matt took her hand and pulled it aside. Something flickered in his eyes. Pain? Hurt? Anger? Something else?
“It happened a long time ago. It’s getting late. You’re probably ready to go home.”
She jerked her hand away from his. “Maybe tomorrow night isn’t such a good idea.”
“Stephanie, I—” His words were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He took it from his pocket and looked at the caller ID. “Damn. It’s the station. I’d better take this.” He spoke into the phone. “Bradford here.”
Stephanie crossed her arms and turned away while Matt took the call. She regretted mentioning the scar, but how was she to know he was so sensitive about it? He made it obvious he didn’t want to discuss the matter. She waited for him to hang up the phone.
“No, don’t bother him. I’ll be right there.” Matt ended the call. “Something’s come up, and I have to go to the station. I wanted to follow you home, but—”
“I don’t need an escort. I’m perfectly capable of seeing myself to the house.”
“You’re right. It’s late, and I’m tired. Now isn’t the time to talk.”
“Guess you’re right. Will I see you tomorrow?”
“Maybe. You’d better run along.”
Matt sighed and shook his head. “I’ll call you.
Stephanie watched him walk to his truck before getting in her car and driving away. Something seemed to be developing between them. She couldn’t deny her feelings anymore. This wasn’t a schoolgirl crush like the one she had years ago. She was a mature woman.
Maybe she was assuming too much. Matt asked her to dinner. Period. The kiss was only a light brush on the lips. Nothing more. His feelings may never go deeper than friendship.
Stephanie was so engrossed in thought she paid little attention to her surroundings. She was vaguely aware of a vehicle behind her, but it followed at a safe distance. However, when she neared the Taney Creek Bridge, the driver accelerated, turned the headlights on bright, and pulled up near her bumper.
Her pulse quickened. “Not again.” Traffic was sparse at this hour. She took a deep breath. Stay calm. You’ll get through this.
She reached for the rearview mirror to reflect the headlights back into the driver’s face, but as she did, the truck pulled around to pass.
Stephanie gasped. It looked like the same truck that tailgated her a week ago—a dark extended cab Ford. She couldn’t see the driver, but the truck edged closer.
He’s trying to force me off the road.
She floored the accelerator, but Helen’s small car was no match for the Ford’s bigger engine. The bridge was just ahead. She wouldn’t make the curve unless she slowed down. When she eased off the gas, the truck moved closer.
As she reached the curve, the pickup hit back of her car. She fought to maintain control, but the car hit a guardrail and left the road. As it rolled down the embankment, she saw a large pine tree directly in front of her. She jerked the wheel in a last-minute attempt to avoid hitting it head on.
Karen Fulbright died at this same spot.
It was the last thought Stephanie had before everything went black.
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