GONE TO DIE (Lucy Kendall #3) will release in June, but I’ve got a surprise! I’m writing Lucy Kendall serial novella for mailing list subscribers! HEAR NO LIES takes place a few months before the events of ALL GOOD DEEDS (Lucy Kendall #1).

A bloody teenaged girl walking alone. A former Child Protective Services work hellbent on revenge. Will Lucy Kendall spot the madness before someone else dies?

Part one of HEAR NO LIES will be available to mailing list subscribers only starting April 17th, and a new installment will release each Friday. You won’t be able to read about Lucy’s life before Chris anywhere else, so make sure you’re signed up!

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.”

Because I’ve been sick, I totally spaced posting day 1 on the blog yesterday, but you can see them both with the Day 2 graphic. I’ve also included the first two paragraphs of the book!

Special Announcement: TIN GOD is now available on Nook! Be sure to grab your copy before Skeleton’s Key releases.

SKELETON’S KEY, Delta Crossroads #2
October 28th

Cage Foster wasn’t afraid of the dark. He didn’t believe in creepers going bump in the night, and he could deal with the occasional nasty critter. But something about Ironwood Plantation’s cellar made the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. And he’d already been down there once today.

The cellar stunk. It reeked of mold-covered earth, stale air juiced up with God knows what dead animal carcasses, rotting wood, and several decades’ worth of dust. Like so many antebellum homes, Ironwood’s cellar was made of earth and bricks with some decaying Mississippi cypress thrown on top. Late afternoon sun shined in the kitchen windows and cast a shadow down the basement steps. An old light bulb and an equally ancient string hung somewhere past the bottom step, but since the entire fuse box had crapped out, Cage had to fumble down the rickety steps and hope he didn’t end up landing ass over backwards on the dirty cellar floor.