“Solving Eddie’s murder might be doable, even for an amateur like me. It would only take finding the particular person he’d pissed off this time. Explaining why he was buried in my front yard might be more difficult.”
These lines were only the beginning of Rose DeSalvo’s story, a story she revealed to me far more slowly than I would have liked. When I first started writing Bone of My Bones, my latest release from The Wild Rose Press, I assumed it was a story which would roll right out of my head and onto the paper. But Rose and her friends were far more stubborn than that. They forced me to put in the time and effort to make their story as clear and exciting as they knew it could be. I’m happy they did and can’t wait for all of you to read it.
Writers seem to fall into one of two categories: plotters or pantsers. Since I’m one of those who flys by the seat of their pants, uncovering Rose’s story scene by scene was quite a thrill ride. I tried on a couple of occasions to force her into what I considered a perfectly acceptable outline but she was having none of it. So what you get is what she wanted. Let me give you a sneak peek, then if you’re interested in letting Rose tell you the rest of the story, you can get your own copy at:
http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=6343
Excerpt:
There was something about the etched design in the faded cowhide, sort of a scripted “E” all fancied up, that looked all too familiar.
“Hey, those are Eddie’s boots. Whoa!” With the aid of the side of the house, Leon got to his feet and peered at me with bloodshot eyes.
“What?” I kicked at the dirt with my slipper, trying to push enough of it aside to get a better view.
“You bumped him off.”
“What are you babbling about?” I shined the light around the edge of the hole Leon had dug. They really did look like Eddie’s boots. Please, please, please, don’t let the rest of him be in them.
“You bumped Eddie off, didn’t you?”
Leon staggered against me, giving me a good whiff of his breath. I wondered if you could get drunk from secondhand alcohol. Right now I could really use a stiff drink. I gripped his arm to keep him still. His wavering combined with his breath nauseated me. He peered into my eyes then looked back down at the ground.
“I mean, you always said you wanted to but I never really thought you would.” His voice held the kind of awe he usually reserved for major sports events and winners of monster truck rallies. It was the most respect he’d ever given my work.
I shook my head and hissed at him. “I did not bump Eddie off. You don’t know this is Eddie. It could be a total stranger.”
“You bumped off a total stranger?” The awe factor faltered a bit, replaced by a note of fear.
Blurb:
Rose DeSalvo has had better days. Not many but a few. Especially since she left her cheating husband Eddie behind. But Eddie has turned up again to wreck havoc in her life. This time, though, he’s buried among her prize roses. Rose knows she’s got to find out who killed Eddie and get him back to the scene of the crime before she can be accused of his murder. That’s the reason she suddenly finds herself with a dangerously hot necromancer, a zombie ex-husband and a wild assortment of people who seem to know far more about her than she does about them. If she could only get them to tell her what she needs to know before she runs out of time, she just might uncover not only Eddie’s murderer but her own destiny.
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