LeeAnn has released five titles in her cozy mystery series, By the Numbers. Her latest book, Hidden Assets, was released in June and it sounds like just the right title to end the summer reading season.
Let's have a look at Hidden Assets.
Carly
Turnquist, forensic accountant, responds to a call from her friend, Anne, who
is in the middle of a nasty divorce, and travels to Wyoming to help find assets
Anne thinks her husband has stolen. But the mystery begins before Carly even
arrives when she sees a man thrown off a train. Except there’s no body. Husband
Mike uncovers an illegal scam in a computer program he has been asked to
upgrade, and then Anne is arrested for her ex’s murder.
Can Carly figure out
what’s going on, and why a strange couple is digging in Anne’s basement? Or
will she disappear along with the artwork, coins, and money?
This calls for more! Here's an excerpt:
Carly
pushed through the door into the small foyer between cars, and paused. The sun
was well set now, and their train seemed to be slowing. She stepped nearer the
window and raised the glass. A porter passed by, and she turned to him. “Excuse
me, why are we stopping?”
“Nothing
serious, Miss. Just to let the express westbound train pass.”
“Okay,
thank you.”
She
turned back and breathed in the smells and sights of the train. Diesel.
Squealing brakes. The smell of hot metal. Cool evening air. Apparently, May in
Wyoming wasn’t as warm as May in Bear Cove. And as the train settled to a halt,
the hissing of steam, the groaning of metal coming to rest.
Faint
at first, then building in volume, metal wheels on metal tracks drew closer. A
train horn, low and mournful, recognizable anywhere, sounded from behind her
train. And then the westbound express streamed past. In one of the passenger
cars, a small boy waved at her, and she waved back. In another, somebody pulled
down the blind. In yet another, two men struggled on an open platform between
two cars before one fell over backwards on the opposite side of the train. The
remaining man peered over as he gripped the ladder leading to the roof of the
car, then adjusted his jacket and stepped back inside the car.
She
gasped. And blinked. And craned her neck to look at the train passing by again.
Had she
seen what she thought she saw?
Surely
her overactive imagination was simply playing tricks on her.
And
if not, somebody would raise the alarm and stop the express train.
But
the final car passed her, and all she saw were the tracks, glinting dully in the
moonlight, and a foot, propped at an odd angle, the rest of the body out of
sight on the slope running down and away from the track bed.
The
diesel engines on her train revved and moaned with the effort of starting their
forward momentum again, until finally the wheels beneath her spun, gathering
speed, and her train pulled out onto the main track once more.
Hurry, hurry. Catch up with it! Her mind screamed, but her body
froze in place, her fingers gripping the bottom ledge of the window.
Her
heart pounded in rhythm with the powerful diesel engine pushing and pulling her
train. For several moments, she was certain she would faint.
But
she was not the fainting type.
She
was the action type.
She
glanced from left to right, hoping Mike had come back looking for her.
But
no, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t have been gone more than three or four minutes.
He’d think she was still trying to decide which book to buy.
She
stepped into the gift car. Maybe if she changed her surroundings, she’d realize
her imagination had almost run away with her. Because otherwise, what she’d
seen was too horrible to even consider.
To
throw a man like a piece of trash off a fast-moving train was unthinkable.
Inhuman.
She
needed to find someone to help her understand what had happened.
There
had to be a rational explanation.
There
had to be.
Because otherwise, that
reality was just too much to consider.
Thanks, Leeann/Donna for being my guest today! Any questions or comments?
If you would like more information on Leeann or Donna, she has
written a devotional for accountants, bookkeepers, and financial folk, Counting the Days, and with her
real-life persona, Donna Schlachter, has published a book on writing, Nuggets of Writing Gold, a compilation
of essays, articles, and exercises on the craft.
She publishes a free quarterly
newsletter that includes a book review and articles on writing and books of
interest to readers and writers. You can subscribe at www.LeeannBetts.com
or follow Leeann at www.AllBettsAreOff.wordpress.com All books
are available on Amazon.com in digital and print, and at Smashwords.com in
digital format.