The Next Big Thing Blog Hop

Welcome! Here is my entry for The Next Big Thing Blog Hop. I was tagged by the talented Victoria Blisse.

1. What is the title of your latest book?

2. Where did the idea come from for the book?

The story evolved after Clonaid announced the birth of Eve, the “first human clone” in December 2002 using the similar technique to clone, Dolly the Sheep. With no independent verification whether Eve existed or not, I found myself wondering,”what if”.  Like many of the ideas for my books, I made a note, and saved it on my computer in my “topics” folder.  A few years later, I finally sat down and started writing Reflection.

3. What genre does your book fall under?

It’s a romantic suspense. Murder…suspense…mystery and romance. A little something for everyone.

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

I would choose Charlize Theron to play feisty investigative reporter, Whitney Steel and Russel Crowe would be perfect to play FBI Agent Blake Neely. For the part of Nathan Shaw, I would love to see Robert DeNiro play the role. How’s that for an all-star lineup?

 

5. What is blurb for your book?

Florida investigative reporter, Whitney Steel, has lived in the shadow of her legendary father long enough. To prove herself she needs to find the “Big” story.

She found it.Now it may kill her.

After receiving a lead pointing to the world’s first cloned human, now a small child, Whitney vows to unravel the truth. However, sifting through the facts proves to have dangerous results, including death threats and murder.

When she’s nearly killed, but is saved by undercover FBI Special Agent, Blake Neely, he refuses to let her get in the way of his own objective—at least not right away.

Caught in a lethal game between a billionaire obsessed with genetic perfection, his hit man’s thirst for retribution, and a Colombian drug lord fresh out of prison determined to make Blake pay for his twin brother’s death over a decade ago.

Can they save an innocent child before its too late?

Faced with tough choices, with deadly consequences for many—Whitney soon realizes that sometimes a story becomes more than just a story.

6. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

This book took longer than expected due to the large amount of research and chronic pain–about three years (off and on) to finish the first draft. I actually began writing this story after developing Fibromyalgia, a syndrome which generates long-term, body-wide pain and tenderness in the joints joints, muscles and other soft tissues.

 7. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

That’s a tough one. I can’t say I’ve read another book where the plot involved an illegal human cloning project, but Reflection offers suspense fans one hell of a ride with a many shocking twists and turns along the way…and sizzling romance.

8. Who or What inspired you to write this book?

A gifted writer, Christina Harris, Golden Heart Finalist, and amazing online critique partner/mentor/friend. Unfortunately, she passed away from cancer before I was able to finish the final draft of Reflection. I know she’d be proud.

9. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? 

Reflection has more than one villain <insert evil grin>. So here is a sneak peak…

In the donut shop, Andrew West sat on a hard stool at the end of a worn Formica counter and ordered another coffee, this one to go.

Cinnamon collided with the sharp tang of bleach as the waitress wiped the counter beside him.

Outside, traffic built up. While a half-moon poked through the clouds, he eyed the woman heading into the store next door. Anticipation nipped his skin.

She’d be dead by sunset. Sweet retribution.

Thanks to Nathan’s unlimited resources, including the use of his helicopter, Andrew could keep a step ahead of the reporter. Of course, knowing where she’d be every minute came in handy. He couldn’t bring himself to say her name. The thought of her was like vomit on his tongue.

How could a jury have believed her lies? Her bullshit helped put his father behind bars. Her lies had forced his father to kill himself.

She’d said his old man was a dirty cop, implicated him in the theft of millions of dollars’ worth of cocaine from the Miami-Dade evidence-storage facility, and accused him of selling the drugs on the street.

His father had been set up. He wasn’t a thief or a drug dealer. He was hardworking man who’d dedicated his life to protect others.

Andrew heard she had gotten a friggin’ award.

Bitch.

And his father? A wooden box.

From the get-go, Andrew’s plan was simple. Take out everyone the woman cared about. Make her suffer, experience loss like he had.

She was next.

His palms itched. He couldn’t wait.

The woman crossed the street, carrying two plastic shopping bags. Andrew shot to his feet. Once she was on the other side, he tossed two dollars on the counter, grabbed his coffee and left Donut Junkie with a smile on his face.

Tucked inside his rental car, he clutched the PDA Nathan had given him and turned on the handheld device. It felt good to have such control. The Palm Pilot beeped. The small LCD screen burst to life. On a miniature green and blue street map, a red light blinked.

The bitch would be moving soon.

In the semi-darkness of the alley Andrew started the engine and waited.

REFLECTION will be available for purchase in January 2013 at MuseItUp Publishing, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, SmashWords and more!

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Guest Interview with Author Kelly Whitley

Please give a warm welcome to Kelly Whitley, author of  Into the Red! Thanks so much for stopping by.

What is your book about?

Into the Red is the story of Evan, physician and vampire, who falls for human Tara; when she is attacked by venomous vampires, he must race against time to save her.

What inspired you to write this particular story?

When I was a kid, I’d stay up late on Saturday night watching old black and white horror movies on Nightmare Theater, especially the vampire movies. This, combined with my medical background, led to the idea that vampires could logically be an offshoot of the human race. Vampirism might be an uncommon genetic trait that could be activated under the right conditions. I couldn’t resist inventing a world where it could be true, and Into the Red was born.

Describe your writing in three words.

Evocative; dramatic; colorful. I hope all of these are true!

Do you have specific techniques you use to develop the plot and stay on track?

Once I have the idea, I build the plot as a skeletal outline, then flesh it out into a long synopsis type of outline. Since I don’t always write in a linear fashion (I skip around on which chapter I work on) the outline keeps me on task. The outline isn’t rigid.

Are your characters in the book based on anyone you know?

Not any one person—more like amalgams of real people mixed with imagination.

Have you ever had difficulty “killing off” a character because she or he was so intriguing and full of possibility for you?

Yes. 🙂The decision whether to kill the character or spin them off is hard. I tell myself the character can be “recycled” as a different character in a different book.

If your book was made into a TV series or movie, which actors would you choose to play your main characters?

Geez. I’d have Eduardo Verastigui as Evan; Tara is harder—maybe Rachel McAdams?

Who gets to read your drafts before they’re published?

A crit partner and one or two beta readers. If I’m taking a workshop where posting scenes fits in, I might ask for feedback.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve Googled?

How to fold a napkin into an Origami swan. Dinner party—wanted it to be fancy!

What projects are you working on now?

A Valentine short story and a contemporary suspense novel.

Is there anything else you would like to say to your readers?

I’d love to hear about favorite vintage vampire movies.

Where can readers find you and your books online?


www.kellywhitley.com

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Human blood is an illicit and highly addictive drug–if you’re a vampire. Known as Red, its side effects are insanity, and eventual death. A group of Red-addicted vampires known as Poisoners are killing women as part of an extortion plot involving a lost ancient vampiric tome, and they’re leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. The discovery of each new victim risks exposure of the entire vampire race to humans. Then one victim survives…

Dr. Evan Nichols, oncologist and vampire, lives a monk-like existence, by his own choice, focusing on patient care and research to benefit his vampire brethren. It’s been twenty-five years since his world turned upside down—the night he lost his fiancee and discovered his hidden vampire heritage. Now his government has ordered him to take a mate—or they’ll choose one for him. It’s a horrible prospect, and one that might push him over the edge—until Fate throws him together with a human female.

Wary of relationships, Tara West has poured her energies into work and inventing cutting edge climbing equipment. She doesn’t like the gorgeous Dr. Nichols, yet finds herself unaccountably drawn to him.

When a crazed vampire attacks and poisons Tara, Evan rescues her. With time running out, he has to create an antidote to the poison before he loses his chance at love.

In order to make the vaccine which might cure her, he has to find the bastards who poisoned her and take their venom—before they die of their addiction. If he doesn’t reach them in time, saving her will be impossible.

Thus the journey begins—into the Red!


Her eyes closed half way, the dilated pupils darkening the hazel. The bedroom expression from his drawing. She shifted toward him. “Win?”

He moved close enough to whisper in her ear. “Win.”

He bent his head to the hollow of her neck and inhaled, pulling her scent inside him. God, she smelled good. Clean, floral, and female. He had to know what her lips felt like. One kiss. Just one, and he’d go.

The atmosphere charged—equal parts anticipation and need.

Not a good idea, no matter how much he wanted it.

He should leave now.

Evan drew back and caught a glimpse of her tongue moistening her lips. Control slipped away, and he buried his hand in her hair and pulled her in for a kiss.

The first brush of his lips on hers, an electrifying sweep, shrank his world down to the two of them.

Her mouth had the perfect balance of heat and tenderness, fitting perfectly with his. Jesus, he hadn’t experienced this for so long, and it felt so good. He pressed his lips more firmly against hers. Slender fingers wove into his hair, and pleasure cascaded down his back and set off pressure in his groin. God, he should stop.

He pulled her into his embrace.

Damn good to hold a woman, warm and vital, after all these years of a cold and solitary existence. Tara had awakened a hunger, and he hadn’t realized the degree of his starvation until now. He had to get a taste of her.

He teased her lips with his tongue, and groaned in delight when she sighed and allowed him access. A flavor explosion—orange juice and chocolate chip cookies and steamy human woman, hot and vital. He stroked her tongue, penetrating, probing, shifting his mouth over hers to deepen the dance.

Tara gripped his shoulders, each one of her fingernails triggering tiny sparks of pleasure that flashed down to the small of his back.

Her enthusiasm was unmistakable. She wanted him too.

What would she feel like under him, his body buried in hers? Blood pulsed through him headed for destinations south, and his erection throbbed in readiness, shoving against his zipper.

Too fast, needed to slow down before his libido went off the rails.

As if sensing his thoughts, Tara broke the kiss but didn’t pull back. The heat of her breath warmed his jaw. At least one of them had sense.

Nope. He hadn’t gotten enough.

He captured her lips and mated his tongue with hers, and electric anticipation spread out across his skin. The fragrance of arousal poured off him, smelling of smoky bergamot, the unique signature of claiming and possession.

A mating scent. A whiff of answering desire hit his nostrils.

Had to get her closer, get his essence on her skin. He wrapped an arm around her waist. Soft breasts pressed against his chest, moving in concert with his breathing, and pushed desire to need.

So. Damn. Good.

Once upon a time, Kelly dreamed of becoming an entomologist, then a gymnast, and then an architect. Instead, a career in healthcare became the chosen path. After years of devouring other people’s books, she decided to give writing a try. An arduous journey and many hot fudge sundaes later, her first paranormal romantic suspense debuted in July 2012.

Now she writes a variety of fiction, spanning the genres from humor to paranormal, and flash fiction to full-fledged novels. A career in the medical field and interests like painting and home restoration provide plenty of inspiration for the characters who find themselves populating her stories.

An ideal day consists of coffee, no phone, and writing quirky characters for her fans to fall in love with. Stop by http://www.kellywhitley.com, where the paranormal is an everyday occurrence and get your fix for vampires, werewolves, shifters and more. Kelly loves visitors, human and otherwise.

Kelly lives in the Rocky Mountain Midwest. Contact her at kelly_book_maven@yahoo.com.

Thanks again for joining me today.  

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Retribution (Sequel to REFLECTION )

Whitney struggled and kicked.

The sickening sweet smell mixed with the rotten odor of cleaning solution invaded her head. Blood pounded in her ears, and male voices turned faint, distorted.

As her breathing slowed, every muscle turned to mush. Then blackness drowned her vision and she realized what the men wanted.

They wanted her..

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REFLECTION

A reporter’s determination to expose an illegal human cloning project places an innocent child in the crosshairs of a master criminal.
(Available January 2013 at MuseItUp Publishing, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, SmashWords and more!)

Guest Interview with Cyrus Keith – Author of The NADIA Project series

Cyrus Keith is here today to talk about Critical Mass–the final book in The NADIA Project series!

What is your book about?

Ah, that there is a starter for sure. Critical Mass (coming February 2013 from MuseItUp Publishing) is the last installment of my series The NADIA Project, and finishes the story of Nadia Velasquez began in Becoming NADIA.

What inspired you to write this particular story?

That’s the weird part. Well, maybe not so weird for a writer. I had a dream one night about meeting Nadia (I didn’t know her name, just her character). She was so real, she was nearly human, but I knew she wasn’t. I also knew what would happen if her enemies (her makers) caught up with her. She looked at me with tears streaming down her face, and cried, “But I don’t want to die.”

Describe your writing in three words.

White-knuckle ride.

Do you have specific techniques you use to develop the plot and stay on track?

I start with what I call working notes. It might look like an outline, or maybe not. It’s just a running story-line, kind of like a storyboard, where I set out the major plot points: At Point A, this happens. At Point B, this happens. On and on until I set out how the story is going to end. Then I start back at the beginning and fill in the points from A to B to C, etc. all the way down the line. If something happens that changes it, I just go with the change.

Are your characters in the book based on anyone you know?

Funny you should ask. I did steal some names from people I know. No need to be too specific, they know who they are. Jenna Paine is physically based on a young lady who worked in the same department as I did for some time. Not that this lady was a butt-kicking super-spy, but her appearance and mannerisms just matched up perfectly with what I had in mind for Jenna. I did include one of the guys from the dept. in Critical Mass as well, by name and appearance. He’s a pretty good sort, and seemed to fit where I wanted someone like that, so I used him.

Have you ever had difficulty “killing off” a character because she or he was so intriguing and full of possibility for you?

I have to say everyone I’ve killed, left my story at the right time. The only difficulty was being so attached I didn’t want to see them go. I cried more than once in this series, mourning for dear friends whose stories just came to their suitable ends.

If your book was made into a TV series or movie, which actors would you choose to play your main characters?

I do sometimes wonder about that. I think Jake Gyllenhaal could play Jon. John Leguizamo could be Bunny. Nadia might be played by Taylor Swift, if she could handle the role.

Who gets to read your drafts before they’re published?

There’s the rub. When I first started writing, no one did. I wanted to be like the artist who reveals his brainchild only at the right time, to oohs and aahs from his adoring fans. Okay, maybe that’s exaggerating just a little bit, but I did have that kind of mentality. Since then, I’ve come to know the value of critique partners and beta readers. I have a good eight or so crit partners and three beta readers who give me the most awesome feedback on my work, and help me get it in shape for market.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve Googled?

How to say “Little Fish” like a nickname in Japanese.

What projects are you working on now?

As a matter of fact, I’m polishing off the NADIA Project with a novella that Lea Schizas and I intend to release as a free read (Did you get that “free” part?”). It details the life of Jenna Paine and how she came to be the person she is.

Is there anything else you would like to say to your readers?

Hello, readers.

Okay, seriously, now. I hope you enjoy my work. The first novel in the series, Becoming NADIA, won Best Thriller honors at EPICon 2012 this year in San Antonio, and I think the following books are even better, if I say so myself. We get to explore some very deep themes of identity and spirituality and have fun dodging bullets in the bargain.

Where can readers find you and your books online?

The easy thing to say is just Google Cyrus Keith. Becoming NADIA and its sequel Unalive (Book Two) can be found on line at MuseItUp Publishing (www.museituppublishing.com) and are available at all your favorite online outlets as well (Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Omnilit, and a host of others). Critical Mass will be available this coming February. So for everyone who’s been waiting to see how it all ends, thank you for your patience. I think you’ll find it a fitting close to the series.

Critical Mass

On their own, they’re deadly. Together, they could save the world—or destroy it.

Jenna Paine is a super spy, genetically enhanced to be more than human. Nadia Velasquez is a living weapon of mass destruction. When the secret organization who built them both decides they are no longer useful, two enemies are thrown together for the only purposes they could have in common: survival and revenge.

There’s only one way out of The Pinnacle, and that’s on a coroner’s slab. Jenna lives through a treacherous attack vowing to exact her vengeance on the people who trained her to be the most deadly agent on the planet. Wounded and on the run, she turns to the man who’s sworn to making her face charges for her involvement in the Pinnacle’s nefarious schemes.

After years spent hiding from the Pinnacle, Nadia runs into the one thing she never counted on: Shelf life. As her body breaks down, she realizes it’s only a matter of the short time she has left to redeem her existence and give her daughter a chance to live free.

In the final showdown, the two transhumans join forces against a common enemy, and the Pinnacle come to know the deadly significance of…


After three years, every suspicion was confirmed. This was the man who’d tried to kill them. Time to play.

Drawing a telescoping baton from her pocket, she caught up to him as he tried to duck down another alley. He spun with a snarl, a hand darting for his pocket. She closed in before he could draw his pistol, and went to work with the baton. Jenna broke his wrist with the first blow, and the second knocked him senseless. Stabbing out with her free hand, she grabbed his shirt and hauled him down, dragging him into the shadows.

He lay panting and whimpering in pain and fear as Jenna brought her face down close to his and hissed, “Let’s talk about Tahiti, Hamet.”

His eyes shot wide, and he began to gibber in a Middle-Eastern tongue. She placed a knee on his broken wrist. His complexion paled and he fell silent, teeth clenched in agony. “In English. I know who you work for.”

“I didn’t know it was you,” he blurted, a grimace pasted on his features. “None of us knew. We just had orders—” He moaned as a spasm gripped his broken arm. She grabbed it and gave it a light twist. She was rewarded with a howl as the man bucked off the pavement.

She shoved him back down, brandishing the baton in his face.

“Orders from whom?”

“You know as well as I,” he moaned. “You get orders. You follow them. You don’t ask questions.”

“Is that right?” She snapped the baton down on his hand. A satisfying crunch echoed off the wall, accompanied by a shriek which was cut off by her wadded up bandana.

It got worse before it got better. Jenna didn’t like that part of the job, but two things drove her on: justice, and vengeance. Jenna had to find out why The Pinnacle wanted one of their own dead, and Anna Spielberg deserved payback. Now, after three years, she was damned well going to get it. Occasional shadows drifted by the end of the alley, but at this hour and in this neighborhood, no one was going to get involved.

Hamet was tougher than she gave him credit for. By the time she got the information she wanted, there wasn’t much left of him. But the answers came. They weren’t what she wanted to hear, but the truth needed to be told. When she finally snapped his neck with a sharp twist from a rear naked choke, it felt anti-climactic. The trail she’d followed on her own for the last three years had finally come to its end. And with that end came the realization that Jenna had been trying to avoid for longer than that. Not all was well with her employers.

There were divisions among the Council. Not on the surface, for outwardly they still seemed to operate as united as ever in their cause for world peace. But underneath the placid veneer were machinations and plots. Whispers of sabotage and power plays chased each other through Jenna’s mind as she strode from the alley and back up Seventh Avenue.

Somewhere in the power struggle, someone upline had made a mistake. They issued a kill order on the wrong person, and not just because of who Anna was. Dr. Spielberg had dedicated her life to the purpose of world peace. She saw it happening within just a few more years. It wasn’t even that they tried to wipe out a seven-year-old girl as well. Sofi was as harmless as they come, a sweet, shy little thing with as much deadly potential as a pink frosted cupcake. Their worst mistake was in messing with someone assigned to Jenna Paine’s protection.

As Jenna stalked away from the body, one thing hung in her mind: she would find out who on the Council issued the kill order on Anna. And when she did, they would face the full fury of a woman scorned.

Cyrus Keith is the son of Franklin the Son of Keith the son of Herman the son of Cyrus. See how I did that? We could go on, but that would be just boring. The best thing my father taught me is that a dream with no action is despair, and to settle for less than what one could be is to accept mediocrity as a standard. We lived in a small house in Northwestern Indiana, just a cat’s throw from the Belle Gunness estate, which may explain all the ghosts in the area.

Now I make my home in Michigan with my wife and our four.

Again, thanks for joining me today. It’s been a pleasure. Looking forward to the release of Critical Mass

Guest Interview with Kat Holmes

Please welcome author Kat Holmes to Book Talk Tuesdays. Thanks for dropping by, Kat.

What is The Lighthouse about?

It’s a romance story with a murder mystery and a ghost. Rachel Westmont inherits a lighthouse from a relative she didn’t even know she had but as soon as she arrives strange things begin happening. Books fly off the shelves, an eerie voice is carried on the wind, and then bodies start to show up.

What inspired you to write this particular story?

My love of lighthouses and their rich history inspired this story. Lighthouses all over the world have a long history of hauntings, mysterious disappearances and murder. So it was a natural progression to make a story with murder and a ghost in it.

Describe your writing in three words.

Mysterious, paranormal, intense. 🙂

Do you have specific techniques you use to develop the plot and stay on track?

Nope, my muse decides the plot and where the whole thing is going. I just go along for the ride.

Are your characters in the book based on anyone you know?

Some are. Most are not. But writing is good therapy and a way to deal with certain people. LOL

Have you ever had difficulty “killing off” a character because she or he was so intriguing and full of possibility for you?

Yes. I have a book out this month co-written with my mom and fellow author L.J. Holmes. Killing the characters off was extremely hard even though it had to be done. I cried the whole time.

If your book was made into a TV series or movie, which actors would you choose to play your main characters?

Hmm interesting. I have never thought about it. I think Rachel would be best portrayed by Portia de Rossi. As for the hero Craig, I think Viggo Mortensen would be great.

Who gets to read your drafts before they’re published?

My mom is my reader and helps me edit my work. I love her. She’s an angel.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve Googled?

Food grade diatomaceous earth. But I had a reason as weird as it sounds to google that. I’d heard it was a good remedy for fleas and needed to find out if that was true. It actually is. LOL

What projects are you working on now?

I am currently working on the sequel Hidden, my vampire novel. As soon as I finish that I will begin the next sequel in my Artica lights series.

Is there anything else you would like to say to your readers?

Thank you to each and every one of you. You are the best.

Where can readers find you and your books online?

MuseItUp Publishing

Amazon

When Rachel Westmont inherits a lighthouse from an aunt she didn’t even know she had, she’s overjoyed. The news couldn’t have come at a better time. Newly divorced from a self-serving doctor, the change of scenery is just what she needs. So she packs up and leaves California for a little island off the coast of Maine. Rachel falls in love with both Star Island and the beautiful lighthouse and cottage she’s inherited. But, odd things begin to happen right from the first day. Cold chills permeate the cottage and books fly off the shelves. And someone seems to be playing pranks on her. But when the ante gets upped and someone tries to kill her, Rachel must turn to hunky local sheriff Craig Lewis for protection. Now bodies are turning up, people are getting hurt, and Rachel is starting to suspect her aunt didn’t die a natural death. Can Craig stop a killer from claiming Rachel as their next victim? A little help from a ghost may be in order.


PROLOGUE

Razor-sharp pain took her breath away. Her body lay broken and death raged to claim her. How cruel fate was. She’d just found peace and it vanished, stolen from her in the blink of an eye. Why did this happen? What did she ever do to deserve this? Who would care for her beloved lighthouse?

A moment later, or perhaps an eternity, the pain stopped. She felt lighter than ever before. She felt free. No anguish, no loneliness, no misery. Everything in the world seemed perfect and filled with joy. She couldn’t help the laugh bursting from her. This was life as destiny truly meant it to be. Mortal life could never compare to this freedom. Home beckoned.

She looked down at her body as she floated upward. It lay crumpled at the bottom of the stairs leading to the tower of the lighthouse she cared for all her mortal life. She could see the blood pooling around her head and the unnatural position of her limbs. Without a doubt they’d shattered as she’d landed. The sight would horrify her if she was still bound to her human body,but it meant nothing to her now.

Turning away, she looked upward as her form floated, heading for home. Excitement and anticipation filled her with glee. She’d get to be with her dear parents, after so many years apart. She missed him terribly. Her brother determined to break all ties with his past, both his home and what was left of his family, turned his back on her and the island home they’d gown up on. She’d been so alone for too long.

Rising, she finally reached the top of the lighthouse stairs and frowned at the hooded figure. Memory flooded back. The argument that ensued between them flashed before her. Then came the horrible moment when she’d been pushed and tumbled down the stairs. She’d been murdered.

She watched as her killer, calm as could be, walked down the treacherous steps of the lighthouse tower, checked her body for life signs, and then walked out without even a backward glance. No compassion showed on her killer’s face, only cruel satisfaction. No one would suspect her death to be anything other than a terrible accident.

The lighthouse that she’d long served, as keeper, dated back to the late 1700’s. The stairs were steep and very narrow as they wound up toward the top of the lighthouse where the light shined out. It possessed no railing either. It would be so easy for someone to slip and fall, and any fall would be deadly. Everyone would just assume that was what happened to her. No one would suspect she’d been pushed.

She could see the light now. It would be so easy to just head toward it. But she couldn’t leave, not yet. She couldn’t allow her murderer to get away with killing her. She needed to make sure her killer got caught. The light was so beautiful and how she ached to follow it, but she turned away from its promise of peace and joy and headed back down.

This lighthouse gave her haven all her life. Now she would haunt it until her murder was avenged. This she vowed.

I’m a dreamer and a lover of words. Books have been my passion since I listened to my mother reading to me as a child. The love she instilled in me has culminated in my desire to write the kind of stories I have always loved to read. I believe books are the single most important invention mankind has ever created. I started writing when I was only fifteen for my own enjoyment. I still write for my own pleasure, but now I get to share that love with my readers.

Thank you so much for joining me today, Kat. It’s been a joy. 🙂

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