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.
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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
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
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Author
Bio
Elke was born and raised on Grand Cayman and
lives there with her husband and two kids who keep her on her toes. She has a
sarcastic, quirky sense of humor not everyone gets, and is in a race to become
the first Caymanian in space. When not writing, she's helping other writers in
Cayman through her organization CayWriters.
Author of For
the Love of Jazz and Deadly
Bloodlines, book one in her Deadly Series scheduled for release in March
2014.
She stumbled into writing
romantic suspense because of her fascination with serial killers, but also
writes other genres because characters keep telling her their stories and she's
a sucker for a crazy story.
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Thanks for hosting me on your blog, Georgina! Have a rocking weekend!
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure Elke, you too!
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