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BLURB:
Katherine heads to Santa Fe, New Mexico along with a Maine Coon Cat kitten to spend New Year’s Eve with Lars. Her guilty feelings over the organist’s death have her needing an escape. When she reaches Santa Fe, she discovers Lars is missing. She seeks and finds him and steps into another mystery. Lars’ daughter dislikes Katherine but when the young woman is kidnapped, they are puzzled. The murder of Lars’ daughter and one of his employees makes solving the mysteries necessary. Can she learn before Lars becomes a victim.
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EXCERPT:
EXCERPT:
As the candles were lit at midnight, I prayed my role
in Roger Brandon’s death would fade and I
could forgive myself. I also knew my decision to welcome the New Year inSanta Fe , New Mexico
with my dear friend, Lars Claybourne, was mete and right. Thoughts of the trip had become my
golden dream.
could forgive myself. I also knew my decision to welcome the New Year in
with my dear friend, Lars Claybourne, was mete and right. Thoughts of the trip had become my
golden dream.
* * *
The evening before my departure, I carried a half
dozen tins of dried mint to the bedroom. These
were the last items for the suitcase on the antique sleigh bed. As I paused in the doorway, the
urge to laugh was almost impossible to contain, but a stern approach was needed.
were the last items for the suitcase on the antique sleigh bed. As I paused in the doorway, the
urge to laugh was almost impossible to contain, but a stern approach was needed.
“Robespierre, an open suitcase is not a bed.” I glared
at the Maine Coon cat who had curled
among my neatly folded clothes. “You aren’t being abandoned. Maria and the baby are excited
about your visit.”
among my neatly folded clothes. “You aren’t being abandoned. Maria and the baby are excited
about your visit.”
The look of disdain on his face brought my laughter
bubbling forth. I dumped the tea on
the bed, scratched his head, then lifted twenty-five pounds of cat from the case. “Be gone.” As
he stalked from the room, his tail twitched to signal his displeasure at being banished.
the bed, scratched his head, then lifted twenty-five pounds of cat from the case. “Be gone.” As
he stalked from the room, his tail twitched to signal his displeasure at being banished.
After tucking my stash among my clothes, I closed the
case. With a supply of teas for every
occasion, I felt prepared to face my flight to an unfamiliar destination. I wheeled the suitcase
and carried a hanging bag to the kitchen where they would be on hand for my early morning
departure. My son had grumbled about the hour, but he’d promised to get me to the plane on time.
occasion, I felt prepared to face my flight to an unfamiliar destination. I wheeled the suitcase
and carried a hanging bag to the kitchen where they would be on hand for my early morning
departure. My son had grumbled about the hour, but he’d promised to get me to the plane on time.
Robespierre now lay on the kitchen floor and stared at
the case containing my belated
Christmas present for Lars’ granddaughter. I plugged in the electric kettle, this year’s gift from
one of my neighbors, selected an assortment of mints and stuffed a tea ball.
Christmas present for Lars’ granddaughter. I plugged in the electric kettle, this year’s gift from
one of my neighbors, selected an assortment of mints and stuffed a tea ball.
Once the tea had steeped, I poured a mug and headed to
the living room where I settled on
the window seat. The lights from theTappan Zee Bridge
vied with the moonlight dancing
on the dark waters of theHudson
River . Stars formed patterns in the sky. I’m never tired of
watching the river and my early morning walks often end at the river’s edge.
the window seat. The lights from the
on the dark waters of the
watching the river and my early morning walks often end at the river’s edge.
The shrill ring of the phone startled me. I grabbed
the receiver. “Hello.”
“Kate.”
“Lars, is something wrong?” Why was he calling when
he’d see me tomorrow? Had
something happened to make it necessary for me to postpone my visit?
something happened to make it necessary for me to postpone my visit?
“Jitters. Afraid you’ve changed your mind. You’ve
never come before. And...there is
something...” His voice drifted into silence.
something...” His voice drifted into silence.
Something was bothering him, but extracting a story
long distance is hard. Face to face is
better. “My bags are packed and the tickets are in my purse.”
better. “My bags are packed and the tickets are in my purse.”
“Good. I’m looking forward to having you here.” He
paused. “What are you doing with the cat?”
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Hmmm - why so nervous???
ReplyDeleteInteresting blurb and excerpt. Enjoyed them. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteWhoa! Somethings going on for sure...great hook!
ReplyDeleteGreat teaser!
ReplyDeleteI like Robespierre. Also the hint of trouble you added at the very end.
ReplyDeleteI like the cover but I had trouble reading the excerpt because the text was cut off on the right hand side.
ReplyDeleteI loved the cat's name!
Sounds so intriguing, but I also had trouble reading because text was cut off. ;(
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