We are finalizing Sleeping Mallows. It is an awesome, action packed book. I can't wait to share these characters with you.
I am working on my techniques so the wait for Book 3 will not be long.
Here is the description for the back of the book.
A river overflows with secrets and ghosts of the past…
Will it reveal what they seek?
The day the Pearse woman was pulled from the river, Deputy Tim Whitaker knew this was a make or break case. He worked his whole career cracking the hard ones. Why can’t he catch a break? He should have known it might get complicated with a much-loved local as the primary suspect and a second man that everyone has seen but no one knows. All he needs is one clue, one thing to bring her closure.
Captain Savanna McCormick needs closure - the kind she provides for other families thanks to her partner Max, her K9 cadaver dog. Too bad she can’t get her own. Her parents’ disappearance may no longer be a newsworthy item, but the still-open case is always on her mind, especially now she has custody of her younger brother. Chaperoning a field trip forces her to confront her worst fears; returning to Washington, NC where her parents were last seen.
A special assignment brings them together while the job keeps them apart. Will the Pamlico River prove to be their toughest adversary? Can they work together and solve the case before the Pamlico washes it all away and hides its secrets forever?
Drenched Sunflowers now has a new edition available. Book 1 of the Water Street Chronicles was re-proofread and formatted for a better experience. It is now available for download on Amazon.
Sleeping Mallows is on schedule for a May release. You can add it to your TBR list on Goodreads.
"A first draft is only for the author," they told me as I typed away and shared little snippets. We authors love every word we put on the page, but some as my precious editor tells me are superfluous and should be deleted before publishing.
So how do we decide what to include? Our editors are tough with us, noting anything they feel would hurt the telling of the story. Ultimately it is our decision, but a good editor would never steer us wrong.
So this blog post is dedicated to my wonderful editor, Jeni Burns, who worked just as hard as I did to bring the beginning of Beth's story to you.
Here is an exert that was not included in the final copy:
Did you ever regret something the moment you said it? I do, every day.
Telluride, Colorado, June 19, 2009
“Today is perfect.” The sun warmed my face as I watched the mountain sage release seeds into the soft breeze along the path to the lake. “Breakfast on the deck was a great idea.” The clank of dishes distracted me from the lake in the distance. “Here, let me take some of those.” The dishes needed to be done before Brad and Martin returned from their swim, but Sophie shouldn’t do all of them. After all, she was our guest.
“Thanks, I can get them.”
She smiled at me as she stepped through the doorway into the house, leaving the French doors open. “You need to relax, Beth. You haven’t had a holiday in forever.”
“You are on holiday, too. Let’s do them together.”
“Any day the boys are with their grandparents is a holiday. Thank you for the invitation this weekend.”
I snatched the glasses from the table and stacked them to carry all at once to the kitchen counter. “You are always welcome here, you know that.”
She nodded and turned on the water.
“We should go on a hike later. I’m sure the guys have made plans for the whole afternoon.”
“Sounds good. I need some exercise,” she patted her flat stomach. “I will not fit in a thing if you keep making this delicious food.”
“Please, I don’t know where you put it in your size zeros. I haven’t been in anything smaller than a 10 since I met Brad.”
She laughed. “You are so fit, though. You’re happy, he’s happy. That is what counts, non? A hike will do us both good.”
The hot water steamed above the sink as it hit the cool mountain air. Sophie washed each of the dishes while I dried and placed them in the cabinets. It didn’t take us long. My cell rang, and I ignored it. I couldn’t think of a reason not to let it go to voicemail. After we finished up, I poured another cup of coffee for each of us and we walked back out to the deck. My cell rang again.
A helicopter hovered low over the cabin. The pine trees shed their needles sending them dancing across the wood of the deck. My hair stood straight up as the blades caught the wind and dust of the dry Colorado summer. I shut my eyes tight to keep anything from getting into them. Why are they so low? Don’t they know that’s dangerous?
“Crazy pilot. What is he thinking? Idiot!” Sophie smoothed out her hair with one hand while covering her mug on the railing with the other.
My cell rang again, and I snatched it up, tired of the interruptions. I glanced at the screen and my blood turned to ice. I felt it run through me as the cold filled my veins. The name on the screen made my skin clammy. I pushed the green button and listened to the madman at the other end of the line. He was lying. He was absolutely absurd. “What? I can’t understand you.” I handed the phone to Sophie. “Talk to your husband.” My brain tried to comprehend what Martin had said in his mix of French and English. I caught “Brad missing, gone under, search and rescue.” What did it mean? Sophie grabbed my hand, shattering her mug on the ground below us. My brain shut down. I couldn’t think. This can’t be happening. Not on our perfect day.
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