About your Book:
Snow isn’t all that’s falling on Christmas Eve in Denver, Colorado.
A beautiful young woman, who also happens to be a Truman County Assistant DA, tumbles from her apartment balcony to her death on Christmas Eve. The incident is ruled a suicide, but the DA’s sister, newspaper reporter Samantha Church, isn’t buying it. Feverishly Samantha throws herself into finding out what really happened to her sister. She pursues her sister’s killers, maneuvering through a minefield of intrigue deliberately set out to divert her from the truth. She invariably stumbles when confronted by the inescapable specter of a greater enemy: the alcohol dependency that has already cost her the respect of her peers, and, worse, custody of her daughter.
Samantha must summon the courage to face not only a cartel of criminals, but also her own demons. Physically threatened and betrayed, she nearly defeats herself through her own insecurities and fears. She not only must summon the courage to get beyond her own shortcomings, but she must work quickly to beat her nemesis—a reporter at the major metropolitan daily newspaper, who is also in close pursuit of the developing story.
Can Samantha ultimately prevail, write the biggest story of her career, and finally begin to change her life before it is too late?
Targeted Age Group: Adult
The Book Excerpt:
He opened the car door and Jingle Bells spilled out from the radio, filling the night air with holiday spirit until he cut the engine.
The Lexus groaned and settled as the couple collected their packages and got out of the car. Wrapped in coats and scarves, they followed their breath toward a high-rise of condominiums, their footsteps crunching over freshly fallen snow. Light from the near-full moon honed the distant tall trees into black skeletons, but the couple, laughing and caught up in a festive mood, did not notice. They were still singing.
“Oh, what fun it is to ride …”
“Roger! Hush!” Marj said in a loud whisper. “You’ll wake the entire complex.”
Marj was slightly ahead of him as they reached the entrance.
They heard a scream coming from somewhere above them, its shrillness cutting through air thick with the smell of burning wood. Before they had a chance to look up something clipped her arms with enough force to knock the packages to the ground.
“Oh my God!” she gasped. “What on earth was that?”
Roger immediately dropped his packages and grabbed his wife’s arm and pulled her close to him. She could see his eyes darting back and forth quickly assessing their situation. His easy disposition changed instantly reminding her that his nearly thirty years of military training would always be part of their civilian lives. It calmed her until she felt him pushing her deeper inside their building.
“Stay here,” he said.
He had moved just enough that Marj saw their packages outlining a woman’s body sprawled face down across the sidewalk.
“My God,” she gasped, her voice rising to meet her fear. “Roger, look!”
He took a step toward the lifeless figure.
“No!” She grabbed his arm with both hands. “Let’s call an ambulance. Maybe she jumped or she could’ve been murdered. Roger, please, call an ambulance. I … I can’t believe this. Things like this just don’t happen around here.”
He pulled away from her grasp and gripped her shoulders tightly.
“Marj, quiet,” he said. “Let me handle this.”
“Don’t touch!” she called to him as he moved toward the body.
“I won’t. I just want to see if she’s still alive.”
He hunkered down to examine the body and saw that the frame was slender.
Marj looked on for a moment. “Is she alive?”
He ignored her question.
Marj took a step in his direction.
“Stay there,” he said, pointing at her without looking.
“Roger, let’s call an ambulance, please.”
He saw that the woman wore no coat and cold crystals of snow quickly covered her bare arms, exposed to the elements. He could not see her face, hidden by long brown hair. He noticed a small pool of blood had begun to form near the top of her head.
Marj stepped away from the building and surveyed the tower of balconies before her.
“She must’ve jumped …” she said, her voice trailing off as she folded her arms and pressed them tightly against her body.
Roger turned his attention from the body and looked up.
“She probably did, ten, twelve floors maybe more.”
“What a shame. She must’ve been alone. What a terrible time to be by yourself on Christmas Eve …” Marj said and turned to Roger. “What could’ve happened?”
He looked again at the lifeless figure before him. The chill of death ran through him, turning his blood cold as he allowed himself to imagine what might have transpired in this woman’s place just moments before.
He wanted to feel for a pulse, but instead pulled his cell phone off his belt as he rose to his feet.
“I don’t know what happened, but she’s dead,” he said, punching 911 into his phone.