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Please welcome guest author
Kris Bock!
People have mixed feelings
about autumn – that "back to school" anxiety can last well into
adulthood – but it's my favorite time of year in New Mexico. The temperatures
are finally dropping, and the smell of roasting green chile fills the air. (Stop
by my blog for information on the
New Mexico chile and some Southwestern
recipes.) It's the perfect time to curl up with a good book. Of course, ANY
time is the right time for a good book! I hope you're staying safe, warm, and
dry, with plenty of good books to read. ~ Kris
Counterfeits
Jenny returns to her
grandparents’ art camp in a remote New Mexico town after her grandmother’s
sudden death. That night she wakes to the noise of intruders. What do the
strangers want? As more bizarre events unfold, Jenny realizes the people she
thought she knew are not what they seem – least of all Rob, an old friend whose
past may be coming back to haunt them all.
Counterfeits is romantic
suspense in the Southwest that will interest fans of Mary Stewart, Lillian
Stewart Carl, and Barbara Michaels.
“Counterfeits is the kind of romantic suspense novel I have enjoyed since I first read Mary Stewart’s Moonspinners…. 5 Stars” – Roberta at Sensuous Reviews blog
Chapter 1
Jenny’s
rolling suitcase bumped up the porch steps. Once, twice, three times, like a
knock that would never be answered. Tears stung her eyes in the cold night air.
How many times had she rushed to this door with a sense of coming home? Growing
up, she had spent every summer at her grandparents’ art camp. She hadn’t been
back as often in the last ten years, but it still felt more like home than any
place else in the world.
She
took a shuddering breath and turned away to gaze up at the dark sky. Stars
splashed across the moonless night, so many stars she could hardly pick out the
constellations. The band of the Milky Way sparkled like a streak of glitter
paint on velvet paper. She had gazed up at that sky a million times, and yet it
filled her with awe. After a decade living among the lights of New York City,
it was easy to forget that nature had her own Great White Way.
She
shivered. During her summers in the northwestern New Mexico mountains, nights
had typically been mild, even at over 6000 feet elevation. Now the temperature
had to be dropping toward freezing. Maybe that was why the vast, chilled sky
seemed so distant and lonely.
Jenny
leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. She was so tired. Maybe she’d
take a few extra days and rest. But she couldn’t bring herself to enter her
grandparents’ house and go to bed, knowing she’d be alone. When her grandfather
had died two years before, her heart had broken. Now her grandmother was gone
as well.
Jenny
tried not to imagine her grandmother’s last moments, when the car she was
driving had skidded off the twisty mountain road two days before. She tried to
blank out all thoughts, all grief. She took a ragged breath, the frigid air
searing her lungs, and released it slowly, hoping to empty her mind as well.
Her
thoughts refused to quiet, while her heart ached with emptiness, a dark hole as
vast and cold as the night sky.
***
Jenny
rose from sleep slowly, her body resisting. She could see nothing in the pitch
black. Where was she? She blinked, trying to make sure her eyes were really
open.
Memories
broke through the fog. The phone call, the rush across country, the late
arrival. Crawling into bed in her grandparents’ upstairs guest room. She
groaned and pulled up the blanket. Morning must be hours away, given the
darkness.
The
old house creaked, but no sounds drifted in from outside. Maybe that’s what
woke her; she was used to the murmur of city sounds all night long. Who’d have
thought that would become normal?
Her
head pounded. Probably dehydration from the high elevation and dry air. She
should get up, drink a glass of water, take a couple of aspirin. Her head would
thank her in the morning. If only she could make herself move.
The
house creaked again, followed by a rhythmic sound – like footsteps. Jenny
jerked upright, her ears straining. Had she heard a voice?
She
shook her head. She must still be half asleep, dreaming. Imagining her grandparents
were still here. Wishful thinking.
Downstairs,
a door closed. Jenny clutched the blanket. Imagination be damned. She was not
alone.
Kris Bock
writes novels of suspense and romance with outdoor adventures and Southwestern
landscapes. The Mad Monk’s Treasure
follows the hunt for a long-lost treasure in the New Mexico desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged
relatives compete to reach a buried treasure by following a series of complex
clues. In The Skeleton Canyon Treasure,
sparks fly when reader favorites Camie and Tiger help a mysterious man track
down his missing uncle. Whispers in the
Dark features archaeology and intrigue among ancient Southwest ruins. What We Found is a mystery with strong
romantic elements about a young woman who finds a murder victim in the woods.
Read excerpts at www.krisbock.com or visit her Amazon page. Sign up for the Kris Bock newsletter for
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The Mad Monk's Treasure, “Smart romance with an 'Indiana Jones' feel,” is
currently free at all e-book
retailers.
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