Author: Becky Johnson
Publisher: Becky Johnson
Pages: 160
Genre: Mystery Suspense
Format: Paperback/Kindle
Purchase: Amazon
Charlotte has a good life: friends, family, a successful career. Her perfect life is destroyed when research for a book and a connection from her past plunges her into the middle of her worst nightmare.
On the run, with no one to trust, Charlotte begins to unravel the work of a sadistic murderer. Afraid and alone, she will learn the meaning of trust and just when to run.
My Impressions:
Simply an amazing start to what is going to be an amazing series. Charlotte Marshal is strong, witty, fierce and capable. I loved reading about her and Jack.
Action packed, mysterious, and gripping story that sucks you in and transports you into the tragic world of Charlotte and Jack and the very warped mind of Pheares and his companion.
Easy book and series to recommend for anyone that loves a good mystery filled action and an intriguing plot.
Book Excerpt:
It’s ironic really, the chain of events that led me here, kneeling in the dirt
with a gun to my head.
My tale of woe, if I can be so bold as to call it that, started innocently
enough. It started with spelling words and dinner.
1992
As a student I was smart but a horrible speller. (Dyslexia will do that to
you.) In order to get me through my spelling test every week, my mother, who
naturally was a school teacher, worked with me every night on my spelling
words. While I sat at the table working on my spelling, she watched the news
and made dinner. It would not be an understatement to say it was the least
favorite part of my day. I would sit at the kitchen table wanting to be outside
or really just about anywhere else, and write out my words for the week ten
times each, then in a sentence, then test myself with flashcards.
Certain, certain, certain. I am certain I do not want to be doing this.
However, however, however. However, I don’t have a choice...
“Earlier today, police in Cherry Hill responded to a call from local kids at the
park...”
Balance, balance, balance. What sentence could I use for balance...? The seal
balanced a ball on his nose. Stupid but it would work.
“...the body of an unidentified female adolescent was discovered...”
My attention was caught. Spelling words forgotten.
“...sources say the victim was raped and tortured before she was murdered.
Her body was mutilated. Police are asking that anyone...”
What? The words of the newscaster left me feeling unsettled. I knew
something bad had happened; for the first time, the world was scary. I knew
enough to put that together, but the why left me shaken. Why would someone
kill a girl?
“I don’t get it, Mom, what happened?”
Once my mom realized I was talking about the news, the TV was turned off
and I was redirected back to my spelling words. I bent back over my spelling
words while my mind whirled. I knew there was something different about this
story. The unknown girl stuck in my head.
About the Author:
Books are Becky Johnson’s passion and always have been. She used to get in trouble in school for reading during class!
Becky has Master’s degrees in social work and history, and for her day job she is a social worker. In her writing she tries to answer a question that is important to both social work and history: Why? She always wants to know why people do the things they do or feel the way they feel.
When not reading or writing she enjoys yoga, cooking, and makes a pretty mean chili!
Book Excerpt:
It’s ironic really, the chain of events that led me here, kneeling in the dirt
with a gun to my head.
My tale of woe, if I can be so bold as to call it that, started innocently
enough. It started with spelling words and dinner.
1992
As a student I was smart but a horrible speller. (Dyslexia will do that to
you.) In order to get me through my spelling test every week, my mother, who
naturally was a school teacher, worked with me every night on my spelling
words. While I sat at the table working on my spelling, she watched the news
and made dinner. It would not be an understatement to say it was the least
favorite part of my day. I would sit at the kitchen table wanting to be outside
or really just about anywhere else, and write out my words for the week ten
times each, then in a sentence, then test myself with flashcards.
Certain, certain, certain. I am certain I do not want to be doing this.
However, however, however. However, I don’t have a choice...
“Earlier today, police in Cherry Hill responded to a call from local kids at the
park...”
Balance, balance, balance. What sentence could I use for balance...? The seal
balanced a ball on his nose. Stupid but it would work.
“...the body of an unidentified female adolescent was discovered...”
My attention was caught. Spelling words forgotten.
“...sources say the victim was raped and tortured before she was murdered.
Her body was mutilated. Police are asking that anyone...”
What? The words of the newscaster left me feeling unsettled. I knew
something bad had happened; for the first time, the world was scary. I knew
enough to put that together, but the why left me shaken. Why would someone
kill a girl?
“I don’t get it, Mom, what happened?”
Once my mom realized I was talking about the news, the TV was turned off
and I was redirected back to my spelling words. I bent back over my spelling
words while my mind whirled. I knew there was something different about this
story. The unknown girl stuck in my head.
About the Author:
Books are Becky Johnson’s passion and always have been. She used to get in trouble in school for reading during class!
Becky has Master’s degrees in social work and history, and for her day job she is a social worker. In her writing she tries to answer a question that is important to both social work and history: Why? She always wants to know why people do the things they do or feel the way they feel.
When not reading or writing she enjoys yoga, cooking, and makes a pretty mean chili!
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