I am spending more time writing this year, less time with social media. I've begun the first in a series of novellas based on characters from my Point Jove books (CAPTIVITY, BETRAYAL, PAYBACK, KILLING SUMMER).
She survived a horrific childhood only to wind up trapped in a bitter, loveless marriage. Determined to find independence BJ Donovan, a French Quarter restaurateur, pens a work of fiction. Her book is a hit. But not for long. While interest in her debut crime novel continues to wane she comes up with a plan for how to top the bestseller list again. Using her position as a young executive chef to blend in with the community she embarks on a killing spree, by means of witchcraft, and uses details of the murders to begin the first book in a thriller series.
Excerpt from Chapter One:
Virgil awoke late at night to find his wife gone. He kicked off cold and clammy bedcovers, box springs screeched when he got up. A steady breeze, weighed down with humidity, carried the vanilla-like fragrance of Joe-Pye weed and the barely audible sound of laughter through an open window. He stood behind fluttering white sheers and watched Marie trot across the back yard, her long black curls bouncing with each footfall. The opaque security light above the barn doors cast an eerie pallor through the limbs of an old elm draped with Spanish moss. He noticed her belly, in the narrow space between her shirt and shorts, seemed rounder than normal. He lazily scratched his ass, wondered what the hell she’s doing.
A recognized tournament is coming to Redmoon Lake. If word gets out that an abnormally large alligator gar has not only taken over the lake it has taken someone’s life the event would surely be called off. More than likely it would never be rescheduled. The members of an amateur anglers fishing club plan to take matters into their own hands.
Lee Jackson, a thirteen-year-old budding geologist, moved farther away from his younger brother and the shoreline, as he continued on his quest to find more rocks and gemstones to add to his growing collection. “Chal-ced-o-ny.” He pulled a spiral tablet from his hip pocket. Flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. “Yep. Chalcedony. Includes many varieties of, um, crypto-crys-tal-line... cryptocrystalline quartz gemstones.” He stuffed the tablet in his pocket. Following a worn trail around a curve he glanced back in time to see his brother, Tate, casting his line into the water.