The Opening to Blind Trust

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He hunched his shoulders and picked up his pace. The man had followed this path home through this tiny park hundreds of times. He knew it better than he knew his own hand. So why on this night was his pulse racing? His hands sweating?

The word nerves came to mind, and he cursed himself for giving way to them.

He shook his head. Stephanie had threatened him. Had told him she would never forgive him. He had never seen such anger, but what could she actually do? She had no power, no contacts.

He tightened his coat collar and cast his gaze over the glistening snow. It was a frigid night. A night better spent driving home instead of wandering home through a deserted park.

He sighed and lifted his head. Dumping Stephanie had sounded so simple. It was the perfect solution, probably the only solution really. How could he know she would take his decision so hard? He had never promised her forever. Still, he could hardly believe the trauma his decision had cost him.

He stepped past a string of pine trees. A punishing north wind pushed him sideways. He danced through a couple of quick steps, arms flailing, to avoid plunging to the frigid ground.

Recovering, he swore softly and shoved his coat sleeve back, and glanced at his watch. Late now. The street lights were on. But it was the puddle of blackness between lights that made him shiver.

He needed to think. Needed to come up with an excuse for missing dinner.

He paused, cast a glance backwards. Had he heard something? He squinted., peered around bushes.  Shook his head. “Nothing there,” he reassured himself.

He set out again, his thoughts shifting now to Angela. Beautiful, faithful, boring Angela. The perfect wife. The woman who would one day morph into an exceptional mother.

He inwardly cringed. What had he been thinking? He was lucky to have her.

Had it been old habits or the siren song of a first love that had driven him back into Stephanie’s arms? That woman was like a fine wine. Difficult to put down. But so what? He needed to stay focused on what he wanted. A respectable life. An organized home. A family.

He rounded a corner. A figure stepped in front of him, blocking his way.  She held a knife in front of her. Lamplight glinted off the hard steel of the blade just before it found his beating heart.

“Angela,” he cried as his breath failed him, but his prayer was lost to the roar of the wind.

I Am a Snail

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My current WIP is moving ahead so–s l o w l y. Partly, that’s because it’s summer, a season when my protestant work ethics abandons me in favor of taking naps and guzzling numerous glasses of ice tea.

But the main reason for my lack of impressive progress is that I’m working on my first romantic suspense novel.

While I love to write suspenseful scenes, writing romance, at least to the level where I can slap the word romance on its cover, is a terrifying experience.

Please understand, all of my books, have a light romantic thread, as humans do what they are prone to do and fall in love, even when there’s a murder lingering around the edges of their lives. Those are side stories to the murder which always takes center stage. But if I’m going to slap the word romance on this wip, I need to nudge my romantic elements up a notch–or more.

I’m trying. Part of the effort has included reading deeply in the genre. That’s helping some, but I’ve been a mystery reader nearly all my life so the shift isn’t all that easy for me.

I’ve enjoyed the books, though, so I hope that’s a plus. Anyway, should you want to check out my final efforts, keep an eye posted here. I’ll announce when the book’s done and post a sample.

In the meantime, here’s the story’s cover:BLIND FAITH final (2)

 

 

 

The Hangman’s Daughter: a Review

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5124ldi7ihlA midwife has been arrested on suspicion of murdering a child, but the hangman doubts she’s guilty. It goes against everything he knows about her. But can he find the killer before he’s required to begin torturing her to win a confession?

The story is set in Bavaria in the mid-1600s,  For a helper in his search for the real killer, the hangman  has a young physician, who believes there’s more to being a doctor than the less than scientific approaches of the past. The good doctor also has an eye for the hangman’s daughter.

The hangman’s daughter, meanwhile, likes the young doctor back but there’s a problem. In Bavaria in the 1600s, a hangman’s daughter can only marry a hangman’s son.

I can’t call this a cozy mystery. This is, after all, the story of a hangman. But it is a good read with interesting characters and details of a profession you’ve probably not known much about before.  In addition to providing a compelling mystery, the book also contains some internal graphics that are well worth the viewing.

Confessions of a French-Fried-Onions Addict

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Okay, I confess, when it comes to onions I have no self control. I love them in everything, even when they’re simply sauteed in butter and seasoned with a few fennel seeds.  But doctored up in batter and flour and then fried to golden goodness?  Oh, my stars, get out of my way before I knock you down to get to them.

I’ve bought containers of them to use in recipes before, but I’ve never bought any to just sit and nibble on,,, before yesterday. Oh, man, so long potato chips. I assure you yesterday is not the last time I will be buying containers of those little onion-y delights for snacking again.

Speaking of delights. I like reading legal thrillers. Including these two specifically. So along with a bag of French fried onions, may I recommend to you: Dark Moon and The Death of Distant Stars. They’re both written by Deborah Hawkins. All I can tell you is  I enjoyed them very much.

Also work progresses on my new venture at writing short romantic suspense fiction. Wish me luck. And be sure to check the book out once it’s finished. The working title is: Blind Faith. Be sure to watch for it.

Happy reading, happy writing,

Anna Drake

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I habitually post reviews of books I’ve enjoyed reading here. It you like them too, good on you! But publishing a book is hard work. So if you like any book here, I encourage you to post a review of it. It helps readers know there’s a good or interesting book out there, or at the very least, you’re recommending a reasonably good read to your friends who are as anxious to find a pleasurable read as you are!

So please, don’t be shy. As difficult as it may be for your to find a good, satisfying read, it’s even more difficult for an unknown author to find a reader who’s willing say, “Dang, that book was good.”

If  you didn’t like it, feel free to post that opinion, too. All views matter. And thank you, for reading the blog and my books.

Best wishes, Anna Drake.