Thanks to all the readers who came out to support the cover reveal for “Riddle” today on Facebook. It was a great turnout and I got to give away an e-copy and a signed paperback.
Along with the cover I shared a couple of excerpts from the book. If you missed it here are the excerpts I shared. I hope you enjoy them and will come to my next event. I will be doing a book launch on June 21st when “Riddle” will be released on Kindle and Createspace.
“Seven years ago Kort Eriksen went to prison for killing his girlfriend Desiree. Now he’s back in Riddle and some people think he got off easy. Others, including long time friend Norma, think he was railroaded because he’s the only Native American in town. Grace Donahue is running away from her past. Trapped in Riddle until her car is repaired she develops a friendship with Kort. Suddenly accidents are happening and people are dying. Is Kort adding to his list of victim’s or has someone else taken the reins? As mysteries from the past rise to the surface, more questions will be raised. The suspect file grows as victim’s fall. Is Desiree’s killer back for more or is someone trying to avenge her death? The riddle of Riddle will be solved, but how many bodies will it take to find the answers?”
“An attractive young newscaster continued the story. “Convicted killer Kort Eriksen was released from Eastern State Prison today. Convicted of manslaughter in the death of his girlfriend Desiree Steele he served seven years of a twelve year sentence.” A photo of a sweet faced teenage girl flashed on the screen as the commentator continued, explaining the pair had been high school students. “Eriksen pleaded not guilty and has continually denied any involvement in the high school senior’s death.” A shot of a long haired, slender, and much shorter Kort Eriksen crossed the screen. A close up of his face showed a somewhat sullen looking boy.
Grace stared at the television, mouth hanging open in stunned silence. After a moment she realized she was holding her breath. It exploded from her body in a whoosh. “Oh my goodness. He is a murderer.”
“The room was tilting crazily and she was unbuckling his belt. His hands had pulled her dress high above her hips. The colors of the room seemed to run together and blend before separating again. Suddenly she was above him and in control and he watched her long dark hair swing over his face, teasing him with its softness and somewhat musky scent. The blood was pounding in his head and he thought the top of his head would explode any second. But even when he climaxed he wanted more. It was as though she was a drug and he was addicted to her.”