I am thrilled to announce a giveaway for the first two books in Mary Burton's Alexandria, VA series:
Senseless and
Merciless! See my review of both
here.
If you enjoy romantic suspense/thriller then Mary Burton has just the books for you! Every time I open up the first page of a Burton book, I know I'm going to have to devote the next few hours so I can finish it that same day! Her books are un-put-downable!
And on top of the giveaway, I can share a few paragraphs of her latest book in the series,
Before She Dies:
“Identification?”
Sinclair knelt by the body and stared into the woman’s face half cloaked by her
hair.
“No ID.
No jewelry. And there are red marks on the side of her neck. Looks like he got her with a stun gun several
times.” Paulie knelt down and examined the hair draping her forehead. He
snapped more pictures and then gently moved the hair back. “Have a look at
this.”
Sinclair
squatted and glanced down. “She’s been tattooed with the word Witch.” The bold letters covered most of
the delicate forehead skin, still puckered red and raw from the tattoo needle.
“Shit.”
Rokov’s
half-baked theory had been correct, but it gave him no pleasure. “She have any other tats or markings?”
“Not on
the exposed areas. But there could be other body art under the clothes.”
“I
can’t imagine anyone willingly doing this to themselves,” Sinclair said. “But
we’ve seen all kinds of oddities.”
Rokov
glanced around the room. The flowered wallpaper was peeling off in frayed
strips, and the ceiling was soiled with a dozen watermarks. All the furniture had been stripped out, and
a shadow imprint on the back wall suggested there’d been a bar at one point. A
thick coating of dust covered the room.
“Footprints?”
“Two
distinct sets,” Paulie said. “The first I
identified as Barrows. He was kind enough not to trample all over the floor,
which left me with clear impressions of the second set.” Paulie pointed to the
window. “The best impression is over by the window, and I’ve marked it with a
cone. I’ve got an electrostatic dust
print collector. It will pull an impression.”
“Rokov
moved toward the footprints carefully to mirror Barrow’s path. “It looks like a size eleven or twelve.” He
studied the grooved pattern. “Sneakers?”
“That’s
my guess, but it will take time to narrow the brand.”
“The
impressions are clear and defined. He walked carefully and with precision.”
Paulie
shrugged. “You know I don’t make impulsive calls.”
“I’m
not holding you to it,” Rokov said.
“That’s
what they all say. I’ll have a report by
tomorrow.”
Rokov
studied the impression. “Inside back
right heel looks worn. He’s favoring the foot.”
Paulie
snapped more pictures. “Could be an injury or he could have had a wart at one
time, and it changed the way he walks. Doesn’t mean he noticeably favors the
foot now.”
“So he
moved her here,” Rokov says. “Positions her, stakes her, and then moves to the
window to stare at what?”
“The
river. The full moon. It was a clear night last night. He stops to enjoy the
full moon. Maybe he heard a sound.”
“If
he’s got a thing about witches, the moon makes sense,” Rokov said. “The full
moon has a lot of power in some circles. Stands to reason he’d be drawn to the
moon.”
Sinclair
rose. “We need to figure out who she is. I’ll head downstairs and put a call
into Missing Persons and see what they have.”
“Good.”
Rokov turned to Paulie. “Does she have defensive wounds? Did she fight for her
life?”
“I’m
going to bag her hands. Hopefully, the medical examiner will find something
under her nails.”
Rokov
knelt by the victim’s right hand and studied the crude stake that had pierced
the flesh of her palm. It would have taken tremendous force to drive the wood
through the flesh. He wondered if she’d known her attacker. Most murdered women knew their killers.
Lovers. Husbands. Boyfriends. Love could turn vicious instantly.
“I
wanted you to see her before I pulled the stakes. If I can pull them out now, I can roll her
over.”
“Need a
hand?” Rokov said.
“I got
it.” Paulie slid on workman’s gloves over his surgical gloves and grabbed a
hold of the stake. “The floor boards are rotted.” He pulled hard, and the stake
wriggled free of the floor and the victim’s palm. Carefully, he moved to the
other side and repeated. Then it was on to the feet. The last stake proved
stubborn and it took assistance from Rokov to free it.
Paulie
laid the stakes out and photographed them.
Then very carefully, he turned the body on its side. The victim’s jacket
was embossed with the word Magic.
©Mary Burton
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Before She Dies and another giveaway!