Here we are, celebrating the the passing of 2012, the end of the Mayan Long Calendar and the hope for a ‘new’ era full of happiness, health and prosperity in 2013! In addition, I’m in a celebratory mood because Book Two of my Wild Magick Series ~ The Jaguar Sun, released in December 2012! This is the sequel to The Lycan Moon, released in 2011, and is my personal favorite of the novels I’ve written so far. Looking forward to some lively banter on the blog today, and one lucky commenter will be entered into a drawing to win an e-copy (any format) of The Jaguar Sun!
Here is a teaser for The Jaguar Sun…
*Now that Tom had gotten the little matter of his lack of alibi out of the way, Aiden rallied his thoughts. “Listen Reid, I probably don’t need to tell you to check every recent parole of any perp John put away. Also all emails, phone records, including cell phones, mail, all deliveries made to his office, his home. Need to know his dry cleaning place, his favorite take out, his…”
Aiden paused when Gary Baldwin walked into the foyer. Gary approached them and sighed heavily. “Jesus, Aiden, this is a mess. There must be at least fifty reporters clamoring at the gates.” He shook his head again. “I got hold of the attorney general, and he’s authorized anything we need to get this closed quickly.” He nodded to Reid. “Our office is compiling a list of every case John was personally involved in.” He looked over toward the office and blew out a breath. “How the hell could this happen?”
Tom Reid and Aiden nodded in agreement. It was unspoken. They needed to find who murdered Fogel and quickly.
Gary wandered away toward the scene of death, no doubt to in some way say his last goodbye to the man who’d mentored so many in his career.
Reid spoke up. “Aiden, you should know, I only asked the question of your whereabouts because it’s procedure.” Aiden nodded absently and dragged a hand through his hair. The detective continued in a hushed tone. “The fact is, we know from Mrs. Jeffries over there, who the last person with John Fogel was last evening.” Aiden looked up at the detective and raised his eyebrows in question. “A woman, the housekeeper said, John met with some regularity when Patricia was out of town. A Ms. Sonja Walker of Trimeca Place, in Queen Ann.” Aiden didn’t flinch, wince, or twitch. With amazing calm, he merely looked at Reid and nodded.*
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