BOOK BLITZ TOUR –
Deadly Bloodlines
Book Blurb
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
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.
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.
You
can connect with Elke:
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book, FOR THE LOVE OF JAZZ.
Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog, Nikki, and helping me promote my new book!
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