Dear Reader,
I hope this post finds you safe and well. I've been a busy, busy bee--a tale for another time. I am, however, very happy that I get to introduce the latest in the Piper Blackwell Series, The Dead of Jerusalem Ridge. This latest in the un-cozy cozy series by USA Today best-seller Jean Rabe comes out July 15, 2020 with Boone Street Press. Ms. Rabe is an impressive author with backlist of books and accolades long enough to make a girl drool with envy. One day. ;)
Until then, come check out an excerpt of The Dead of Jerusalem Ridge.
I hope this post finds you safe and well. I've been a busy, busy bee--a tale for another time. I am, however, very happy that I get to introduce the latest in the Piper Blackwell Series, The Dead of Jerusalem Ridge. This latest in the un-cozy cozy series by USA Today best-seller Jean Rabe comes out July 15, 2020 with Boone Street Press. Ms. Rabe is an impressive author with backlist of books and accolades long enough to make a girl drool with envy. One day. ;)
Until then, come check out an excerpt of The Dead of Jerusalem Ridge.
About the book: Sheriff Piper Blackwell’s three-day vacation with old Army buddies ends in tragedy. At the same time, a vile hate crime along a county road enrages her department. Their forces divided, Piper and her deputies must solve both cases before tensions boil and threaten the rural fabric of Spencer County, Indiana. Only eight months on the job, the young sheriff must weave together clues to uncover both a killer and a secret that could scar her soul.
"Piper Blackwell is a smart and capable small-town sheriff, a thoroughly modern woman who leads a colorful cast of characters in this entertaining read. Well-crafted and suspenseful, THE DEAD OF JERUSALEM RIDGE adroitly threads the needle between Cozy, Procedural, and Action-Thriller. Jean Rabe's fans⸺both old and new⸺won't want to miss this one.
⸺ Baron R. Birtcher, multi-award winner, and LA Times Bestselling author
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Excerpt ONE of Dead of Jerusalem Ridge:
3 p.m. Saturday, September 5th
The rain felt good, but it complicated things by erasing the tracks she’d been following. Coming down in a syncopated pat-a-pat-a-pat, soaking through to her skin, it pleasantly cooled her. The temperature was in the low nineties, and before this deluge blossomed she’d been sweating under all her gear.
Piper crawled through the spurge, coming to a swath of mud that stretched toward a row of beech trees with silver-gray bark that matched the color of the sky.
Pat-a-pat-a-pat-a-pat.
Shit, Piper thought. She’d have to risk cutting across open ground, making herself a visible target. Shit and two is four and four is eight.
She sucked in a breath, the fragrance of goldenrod making her stifle a sneeze. The raindrops were large, dimpling the mud in front of her.
Listening.
Nothing but the rain and the shush of small branches rubbing together in the wind.
One more breath and she skittered forward, staying low, the mud plastering the front of her khakis and long-sleeved tee, feeling the ooze slip past the collars of her favorite L.L. Bean hiking boots to invade her socks.
The rain felt good, but it complicated things by erasing the tracks she’d been following. Coming down in a syncopated pat-a-pat-a-pat, soaking through to her skin, it pleasantly cooled her. The temperature was in the low nineties, and before this deluge blossomed she’d been sweating under all her gear.
Piper crawled through the spurge, coming to a swath of mud that stretched toward a row of beech trees with silver-gray bark that matched the color of the sky.
Pat-a-pat-a-pat-a-pat.
Shit, Piper thought. She’d have to risk cutting across open ground, making herself a visible target. Shit and two is four and four is eight.
She sucked in a breath, the fragrance of goldenrod making her stifle a sneeze. The raindrops were large, dimpling the mud in front of her.
Listening.
Nothing but the rain and the shush of small branches rubbing together in the wind.
One more breath and she skittered forward, staying low, the mud plastering the front of her khakis and long-sleeved tee, feeling the ooze slip past the collars of her favorite L.L. Bean hiking boots to invade her socks.
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About the author: My home is filled with dogs and books. Lots of dogs and books. I wear worn out sandals to work every day. I'm a mystery writer living in a tiny Midwestern town that has a gas station, a Dollar General, and a marvelous pizza place with exceedingly slow service. I am always working on a new project or three. I have forty-some books published in the fantasy, science fiction, urban fantasy and mystery genres. But I'm concentrating on mysteries now. In my spare time I dabble in roleplaying games and boardgames. And at every opportunity, I toss tennis balls to my cadre of dogs.
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