A New Suspense

Crime and mystery writers and readers from all over are converging on Reno, Nevada this week for the annual Left Coast Crime Convention. I am lucky enough to not only be there, but to also be part of a panel on romance and suspense.  It should be a fun time. This is one of my favorite conventions because of the great mix of readers and writers. And we're all talking about how to commit crimes and how to solve them, and detectives and poison, and murder, and just lots of mayhem.  I hope to come away with lots of ideas for future blogs and some new writers to feature. And of course, new story ideas for future books!

So perhaps it is very fitting that this week's guest in My Writing Corner is suspense author,  C. B. Clark.

She's an award winning author and her newest book, Broken Trust has just been published by The Wild Rose Press. C. B. says she has always loved reading, especially romance, but it wasn't until she lost her voice for a year that she considered writing her own romantic suspense stories. Since then she has had four books published with The Wild Rose Press. She grew up in the Northwest Territories of Canada and has previously worked as an archaeologist and educator. Now she writes and she says she enjoys hiking, canoeing and snowshoeing with her husband in central British Columbia -- ah, one of MY favorite places.


Her newest book sounds great. Here's the blurb:

After five years of hell with an abusive husband, Natasha Hartford vows to never trust another man. Then she stumbles onto a murder scene and stumbles onto sexy, stubborn Homicide Detective Chase Brandon, a take-no-prisoners tough guy who will settle for nothing less than the truth. Sparks fly, but Chase's suspicions and Natasha's innate distrust block the way to happiness. 

The detective struggles with his own troubled past and is determined to find the truth behind the shadows dimming Natasha's eyes. As more murders occur, and a possible connection to her ex-husband appears, Chase fears her life is in danger. 

Natasha and Chase race to find the killer before he strikes again. Their survival depends on their willingness to put overcome their mistrust of one another. Can they overcome their fears and find love again?

Let's get an excerpt:

     The thick carpet muted the tapping of her high heels as she fled through the reception area and down the hall to the elevator. In spite of her cowardly retreat, she wanted to should in triumph. She'd been terrified of angering the surly detective, but she'd dragged up her courage and told him what she thought. Blood buzzed through her veins, fueled by an adrenaline rush. Damn, it was good to have her old fire back.
      She glanced down a short corridor on her left and stumbled to a stop. How had she missed the ropes of yellow police tape blocking the entry to one of the rooms? Her breath hitched in her throat. That must be where the grisly crime had occurred.
      The shocked truth struck her like a blow--Jonas Waverly was dead. Murdered in cold blood. She staggered and grabbed onto the wall.
      "Ms. Hartford, wait."
       She glanced back.
       Detective Brandon strode along the corridor toward her, his long legs eating up the distance, a determined expression on his face.
      Her earlier spurt of courage vanished and she whirled and dashed toward the bank of elevators. Chest heaving, heart pounding, she hit the button for the
elevator, jabbing it again and again.
      "Look, I'm sorry," he said, catching up. "I was hard on you, but I'm just doing my job. A man was murdered." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I have to examine every possible lead, question every person of interest."
       She shuddered and punched the down button again. Person of interest? Her? She was a person of interest in a murder investigation?
      "Can we go somewhere and talk?"
      She shot him a look, making it clear what she thought of his suggestion.
      He lifted one shoulder. "Maybe we should grab a coffee? I have a few more questions I'd like to ask."
       The elevator pinged and the doors opened with a hiss, revealing a middle aged man and an elderly woman who stared at them with vague interest.
       Natasha stumbled toward the elevator.    
       Detective Brandon grabbed her arm, holding her back. "Ms. Hartford, please wait."
       Warmth from his large, tanned hand seeped through the thin material of her raincoat and raised goosebumps on her arm. "Let me go." Her voice was shrill, with rising hysteria. She tugged, but he held on, his grip tightening."

Yikes! Don't we want to read more?  yes!  Here are the buy links.
The Wild Rose Press
http://bit.ly/2l1XB36

Amazon
http://amzn.to/2nECqvx

Itunes
https://apple.co/2EgzGyy

Nook
http://bit.ly/2CYB1os

Kobo
http://bit.ly/2CYB1os

googlebooks

http://bit.ly/2FaLmi

Thanks, C. B. for being my guest today and telling us about your newest book.

Any comments or questions for C.B.