Friday, December 6, 2019

A Journey into the Past

This is the perfect time of the year to find a good book to read -- whether for relaxation or to get my mind off all the errands I have to get done before the holidays. Don't you just long for an evening with a good book? I know I do!  I love the opportunity to  lose myself in someone else's troubles... like a good murder!

Author Julie Howard sounds like she has the perfect solution to those cold days when all we want to do is sit by the fire and read in her newest suspense book, Wild Crime,  and she is my guest today in My Writing Corner. Julie is the author of the Wild Crime series, and Spirited Quest.

 She is a former journalist and editor who has covered topics ranging from crime to cowboy poetry. She is a member of the Idaho Writers Guild, editor of the Potato Soup Journal, and founder of the Boise chapter of Shut Up & Write.

Let's find out more about her newest work,  Wild Crime:

I'm a murderer. I'm a murderer. I'm a murderer." 

Those three repeated words discovered in an old letter propel Meredith Lowe in a cross-country pursuit to unveil her mother's murky past. Danger stalks Meredith back to Hay City, Idaho as she peels apart the mystery: 

Who is her father, and did her mother kill him?

 In finding the answer, will a growing love slip through her fingers?

Past merges with the present as the story races to its stunning conclusion.

 Want more? Let's open up the book and  get an excerpt from Wild Crime:

    Her hair fell below her waist, ripped free of its ties and weighed down by the warm, lashing rain. The sky-blue dress, so carefully chosen for this night and tried on so many times in her bedroom, was ruined. One strap had torn from her shoulder and dangled down her back. Mud splattered the hem. Sweet Cantaloupe lipstick, a lovely coral that heightened the green in her eyes, was smeared like a bruise on one cheek. She ran.

             The high school gym behind her, decorated in crepe paper and curtains, vibrated with electric guitars and teen-aged hormones. Couples gyrated on the dance floor and then disappeared into dark corners. It was late and the Spring Dance was in full throttle. No one would miss her for hours.

             Before her, trees dripped moss, barely visible in the darkness. She envisioned the moss brushing her shoulders, low branches snagging in her hair, the possibility of snakes both at her feet and above; this made her hesitate. It would take one scream, one gasp, and he would find her.

Want even more? Here are the buy links if you would like to read on:

And here is more information on how to get in touch with Julie or to learn more about her and her writing:







Thank you, Julie, for being my guest and bringing us your newest book!

No comments:

Post a Comment

Characters Lead the Way

We're in the heart of the summer and it is time to relax and enjoy a few good books by the beach or in some secluded mountain cabin. To...