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My Big Announcement!

My favorite books to read are dark, disturbing suspense novels, so naturally, that is the genre I write in. After a lot of research and just a few tears I’ve come to a very harsh reality: my book covers aren’t right at all. They’re beautiful and original, but the covers for Tin God and Skeleton’s Key don’t fit the genre. My books are more like Erica Spindler’s and Lisa Gardner’s, and my covers need to do a better job representing that so their readers might actually become interested in my writing. Quick clarification: that is ALL on me. I chose the design for both books, and Kimberlee Ketterman Edgar did absolutely beautiful work. I simply just didn’t understand what to tell her.

Thanks to Melinda Vanlone at Book Cover Corner, I’ve got it figured out. So with lots of virtual drum rolling, here are the new covers for Tin God and Skeleton’s Key!

 
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Celebrating with Prizes!

To celebrate my new branding and ONE YEAR of being published, I’m running a fun Rafflecopter Contest. Between now and December 1st, answer a trivia question about Skeleton’s Key and have your name entered to win a $15 Kindle Gift Card, just in time for Christmas. Second place will win a $10 Kindle gift card. All the details are here in the Rafflecopter, but here are your two choices (must answer at least one correctly):

1 What item do the police find on one of the victims that implicates Cage in his  murder?

2) Where is Ironwood’s secret passage?

SKELETON’S KEY Delta Crossroads #2
10.28.13

“So is my being a killer. I have no motive.”

“But you do. And you had the means. And the opportunity. Look, Cage, I’ve been on your side until now. But frankly, it’s starting to look pretty dark for you. Your affinity for history is no secret. You tried hard to save the Semple farm, and the effort failed. Then you take to Ironwood. A psychologist might wonder if you were compensating for your inability to save Lana.”

Cage bit his tongue and tasted blood.

“Ironwood is alone and unloved. Maybe you feel some sort of odd kinship with the place. Protective. You’re putting your own sweat and blood into cleaning her up. Then these two men show up with no regard for the house. You snap. Bury the bodies where it’s convenient and figure you’ll move them later.”