Please welcome guest author Kris Bock who shares an inspiration:
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
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The Mad Monk's
Treasure, “Smart romance with an 'Indiana Jones' feel,” is currently free at all e-book retailers.
Sounds interesting – and what a great cover.
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