About your Book:
Something supernatural has trailed Regina Moon to Groves, Arkansas where she’s in hiding from an abusive former lover. A practicing Wiccan, she knows dead ravens littering her backyard signals trouble, as does her undeniable attraction to the town’s sheriff, Trace Langston.
Trace swore off women because of his cheating ex-wife. That is, until the fiery and seductive Regina opens shop and strange things start happening. Bewitched and bewildered by her, he soon wonders if she hasn’t put a spell on him.
When a local man is murdered, and a woman disappears, suspicion transforms the once quiet community into 1692 Salem, with all eyes on Regina, and while she and Trace try to stay one step ahead of a stake burning, they expose a cold case sealed within a circle, and unleash a passion no spell could conjure.
Targeted Age Group: Adult
Genre: romantic suspense
The Book Excerpt:
Trace stepped into the house, and suddenly he was transported to another time, back to his days in Chicago. On homicide watch. He never dreamed he’d see anything like this again. Not in Groves.
A fresh blood trail marked a path on the beige carpet leading to the bedroom, as though someone had been dragged.
On the coffee table sat at least a six-pack of empty beer bottles. Everything else in the room appeared normal. Nothing unusual or out of place. Trace mentally prepared himself for what he was about to see next, especially since, the small house belonged to Keith Walsh—a man who had been his friend for almost as long as he’d been sheriff. Who would want to hurt Keith?
He moved toward the man’s bedroom with two paramedics in tow, though from the amount of blood on the floor, he didn’t think they’d be needed. Instead, he’d probably be calling the county coroner.
He wondered about the anonymous tip he’d received, instructing him to check on Keith. He wished he’d thought to have the call traced, though, it’d been so brief, he was pretty sure they wouldn’t have been able to. Besides, they didn’t have the technology readily available to them here in town.
Trace inhaled and entered the room, feeling around for the light switch. His hand made contact, and he flipped it up, sickened by what he saw.
“Jesus Christ,” one of the paramedics said from behind him.