 When a new book is finally released, readers can hold the finished product of hours and days or more of hard work. But more than that, they hold the passion and drive of an author.
With Mr. Mark Love, he not only created one book with Jamie Richmond as the lead. This feisty young woman doesn't want to get in the way of her detective boyfriend but she is naturally curious and has a knack for solving crime! Bet you are ready to see what the book is all about.... A discovery of priceless artwork leads Jamie on a collision course with danger. Jamie Richmond used to live a nice, quiet life. But last fall she witnessed the shooting of a police officer and figured out who did it. Then this winter saw her best friend targeted by a stalker and kidnapped. Yep, Jamie solved that one and came to the rescue. Now it’s summertime and the living is supposed to be easy. All she wants to do is write her novels and spend free time with Malone, the guy who has been by her side since all this craziness began. But that’s not likely to happen. Jamie’s father was a very successful sculptor who tragically died more than twenty years ago when she was just a child. What she remembers about him is little more than bits and pieces. A storeroom filled with crates of his work is discovered in an old converted factory. This potential fortune in artwork has been waiting all these years. Jamie recruits Malone and a few close friends to help her unpack the crates and bring her father’s gifts out to the light of day. News of this discovery leads to a robbery. Now Jamie is determined to figure out who is behind the crime. EXCERPT: This sculpture was titled “Fleeing Beauty”. It was a woman caught in the act of running. Tendrils of slender marble in various lengths and thicknesses extended from her head, as if they were locks of hair billowing out behind her. Part of her face was obscured, turned against her shoulder as if attempting to hide her features from whoever was chasing her. The woman’s body was voluptuous, full of dangerous curves. There was something haunting about this piece. The guys became quiet, which was unusual. Linda slowly moved around it, taking pictures. “Holy shit,” Ian muttered. “Watch your language,” Malone said, cuffing him lightly on the back on the head. “How did he do that?” Ian said, taking a step away. “She looks real.” “She looks alive,” Malone said. “Check the file,” I suggested. None of us could take our eyes off the sculpture. We spread the file out on the worktable. There were pictures of a woman standing in front of a drop cloth. She was blonde, with an impish smile on her face. She could have been in her early to middle twenties. It was impossible to tell how tall she was. Her figure was eye catching, with a tiny waist and round hips. Most of the pictures showed her in a one piece bathing suit. There was one where she wore a sheer negligee. There were shots of her standing on a pedestal, others with her arms outstretched, and still others where she was looking over her shoulder. In a couple of photos he must have used a fan to blow her hair back. “She’s a doll,” Ian said. “Jamie, I think this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Linda said softly. “You’ll get no argument from me.” BUY LINKS: AMAZON B&N ITUNES ALLROMANCEEBOOKS KOBO Comments are closed.
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