BOOK BLITZ TOUR – Deadly Bloodlines
Book Blurb for DEADLY BLOODLINES
Years after leaving Cayman because of her notorious serial killer mother, Angel Mason returns as an inspector on the police force. On the twentieth anniversary of her mother’s capture, someone is murdered in the same manner as her mother’s victims.
To complicate matters more, Angel’s old flame, Bren
McDougal, is assigned to help her with capturing the killer, and soon it’s
undeniably clear that the passion between them is hotter than ever.
As the killer repeats her mother’s deadly pattern, Angel
must face the terrifying truth she’d been hiding for twenty years.
What people are
saying:
“Elke Feuer skillfully keeps you guessing in this
twisty-turny romantic suspense story about a Cayman investigator tracking a
copycat killer-one imitating the crimes of a her own serial-killer mother.
Suspenseful and satisfying!” ~Francine LaSala, author of The Girl, the Gold Tooth, & Everything.
Excerpt for DEADLY BLOODLINES:
Angel Mason sat on the edge of
her bed and squished the thick caramel carpet between her toes, assurance the
deadly grip of another nightmare was gone.
On the nightstand her phone
vibrated, startling her. It was Dustin Williams, Chief Superintendent. The
time, 6:30 a.m., flashed in red from her clock. She cleared her throat and
prayed there was no trace of the bottle of vodka she’d finished off the night
before in her voice. “Inspector Angel.”
“Dead body at Galleon Bay.” He
never minced words.
“Some tourist die in their
sleep?”
“No, looks like she was
murdered.”
Brittle silence hung in the air
as the words echoed in her mind like a broken record.
“Angel?”
“I’ll be there in half an hour,”
she stammered.
“Good, I want this dealt with
quickly. There hasn’t been a tourist murdered on the island since…”
“Since Meredith,” she finished
for him.
“Yeah, and we remember how that
turned out,” he said dryly.
The phone imprinted her hand as
she squeezed it. No one had forgotten how it turned out, least of all her—no
matter how hard she tried.
“I want you to collect the
evidence,” Williams said.
“What? Why?” She didn’t normally
question his decisions, but she hadn’t worked in forensics since she had been
promoted to inspector.
“You’re the most experienced
scene of crime officer we have.”
“I’ll take care of it, sir,”
Angel assured him.
“Johnson, Sanchez, and Ebanks are
already there controlling the traffic and crowd,” he said, his voice sounding
miles away.
“Yes, sir.”
The phone went dead without a
goodbye, not that she expected one. He didn’t converse beyond necessity, but
she never took it personally. He was like that with everyone.
She went to the bathroom, took
out the bottle of painkillers on the second shelf of the cabinet on the wall,
and downed two.
As the pills made their way to
her queasy stomach, she searched the cloud in her head for how she had gotten
to bed last night. Leftover Chinese and drifting to sleep during the nightly
news in a vodka-induced haze was all she remembered.
Horrifying screams and blood
splattered across her hand paraded before her, remaining trickles from her
dream, and the smell of blood filled her nose.
“No!” She gripped the edges of
the porcelain sink to steady herself and clear her mind of the images. Her
dreams were becoming more frequent and the vivid details lingering long after
she awoke.
She let out the breath she was
holding and splashed cold water on her face. The reflection in the mirror was
an unwanted reminder that she couldn’t escape her heritage or the history that
came with it, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Once she showered and got
dressed, she pulled her hair into a ponytail. She walked down the short beige
corridor to the living room and grabbed her keys off the hook on the wall. The
cool morning air blew against her makeup-free face when she opened the door.
She inhaled the salty air, and watched the sun peaking over the horizon of the
ocean. They calmed her nerves as she made her way down the stairs and to her
car. Starting the engine, she pulled out of the parking lot and towards the
hotel where Meredith, her mother, had worked before she was arrested for
murdering the guests.
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