#BookReview “Spider Hunting (A Conspiracy of Betrayal, Book 2)” by K.J. McGillick

Title: Spider Hunting

Series: A Conspiracy of Betrayal
Author: K.J. McGillick
Genre: Legal Mystery/Thriller
Release Date: August 22, 2020

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5/5 Stars!

Book 2 of the A Conspiracy of Betrayal series introduces another savvy young attorney whose life is upended simply for doing her job.

When Drew Bradley, a partner in the law firm she works for, is murdered on a New York street, senior associate, Asia Blythe, is assigned some of his high-profile cases, but given few details and little access to case files. She’s also offered her dream, the opportunity to buy-in as a partner, but as she delves deeper into Drew’s cases, Asia is torn between accepting the offer and completing the mysterious cases that hint at illegal activities and international crime.

Assisted by the firm’s private investigator—and love interest—Sam Flynn, Asia seeks only to protect the firm… and her career. But when Sam reaches out to a friend for help with the international aspects of the case, we meet global security expert, Jaxon Brandt, again from book 1. He gets involved because the shadowy Grigory Petrov is one of Asia’s new clients.

Asia doesn’t see a way out of the dangerous web they have pulled her into, but when an attempt is made on her life, she’s shaken but determined to see the case through no matter where it leads.

Good writing, an intricate plot, and strong characters made this a one-sitting read. Asia is tenacious and confident, and she and Sam have good chemistry, but my special nod goes to Sylvia, Asia’s administrative assistant, who comes off as a gossip but in fact, finds out the info she needs to watch Asia’s back.

With cases involving cryptocurrency, biological weapons, and DNA manipulation, Spider Hunting is a fast-paced, smart, legal thriller. Reading book one first isn’t necessary to enjoy book two, but I recommend it to understand the full global reach of the bad actors involved.

Enjoy!

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It’s never what it seems.
A murder of a high-profile law partner on a Manhattan street should have made the front page of the news. And yet it didn’t. Drew Bradley’s murder was treated as just another senseless crime and relegated to page four of the evening edition. But what if the press had been privy to the fact that the murder was actually an assassination?
As the partners at Lannister and Stewart scramble to fill the vacuum left by Drew Bradley’s sudden death, Asia Blythe, a rising star in the firm is offered his coveted position. But this golden opportunity that brings with it power, prestige, and unlimited financial rewards demands adherence to a code. A code of allegiance to the firm with no exceptions. Catapulted into the world of genetically modified designer babies and state-sponsored espionage, is Asia prepared to deal with the intrigues of a world that will threaten her life and shatter her illusions?


Kathleen McGillick is an author of fast paced mystery, suspense and thriller novels. Her fascination with the genre reaches back to her childhood when she read every Nancy Drew book she could find. This, one could say, laid the foundation for her future love of all things mystery and who dun it’s. 
Although she has lived in Georgia for over thirty-five years and is practicing attorney in the Metro Atlanta, she will always call New York her home. 
When writing her novels she draws from her extensive experience in the medical and legal field to weave her twisted plot lines. Kathleen counts herself an ardent student of art history which allows her to add a dash of art to her novels adding to the mystery of the story.
As a young person her dream was to become an English literature teacher. Although life took her on a different path, one might say she found her way back to her early love of books by spending her time now writing them.
 
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#Spotlight “In the Best Interest of the Child” by Felicia Denise

 

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In the Best Interest of the Child

by Felicia Denise

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Severely injured in an accident that forever changed her life, 10-year-old Olivia becomes another faceless, under-served child in foster care. With no time to mourn or grieve, the young girl is easy prey for uncaring social workers and ambivalent foster families.

Livvie_HospitalOlivia quickly learns to hold her tongue and mask her emotions. Even when exposed to neglect, bullying, and assault, no one seems to care. Holding fast to the teachings of her late father, Olivia ages out of the system broken, but no longer a victim.

Now a successful child advocate attorney, Olivia is a passionate voice for children. However, a routine case assignment by the court plunges Olivia back into the trauma of her childhood. If she doesn’t face her demons, a child will be sent into foster care.

Foster care for her young client is not an option. But Olivia’s emotional scars run even deeper than she realized. Reconciling with her past means Olivia must confront the one woman she blames for her battered soul.

A woman who has no idea who Olivia is.

NOTE: This book is intended for mature readers – 18+.

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#BlogTour “Attraction” by Ruby Porter

Title: Attraction
Author: Ruby Porter
Genre: Literary Fiction

Release Date: April 14, 2020
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Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

The present reckons with the past in Attraction, Ruby Porter’s atmospheric debut novel.

Three women are on a road trip, navigating the motorways of the North Island, their relationships with one another and New Zealand’s colonial history. Our narrator doesn’t know where she stands with Ilana, her not-quite girlfriend. She has a complex history with her best friend, Ashi. She’s haunted by the memory of her emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend. And her period’s now weeks late.

Attraction is a meditative novel of connection, inheritance and the stories we tell ourselves. In lyrical fragments, Porter explores what it means to be and to belong, to create and to destroy.

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My mum buys her lotto tickets from that Mobil. She rings ten minutes after I leave to remind me to pick one up. —Somewhere lucky. Maybe Matamata, or Thornton. Get it where you feel the pull.

I say, —Okay, Helen, and hang up.

I’ve always called her that, because I have two mums. She met Chris not long after I was born, and Chris moved in when I was eighteen months old. They were together for ten years. My dad was never really on the scene.

My earliest memories don’t come in images, but in thoughts. Realising it was my third birthday. Wondering what to call my mums. Recognising Helen walking down the road, while in a car with Chris. I haven’t retained the picture of her, or the road, just that knowing. Maybe it shocked me that her life existed outside of our house. Maybe it shocked me that her life existed outside of mine.

I say, —What’s your first memory? No matter how vague.

—It’s not vague, Ilana says. —Falling into the bath. I don’t remember the feeling, but I remember the view of the ceiling.

Through the soft light of water.

—And I remember Mum, pulling me out. That was the scar­iest part, her being that frightened. You know, cos I was a kid.

Ruby Porter is a prose-writer, poet and artist. She tutors creative writing at the University of Auckland, and in high schools. Ruby was the winner of the Wallace Foundation Short Fiction Award in 2017, and the inaugural winner of the Michael Gifkins Prize in 2018, with her debut novel Attraction. Attraction was written during her Masters of Creative Writing at the University of Auckland under supervisor Paula Morris, and published in May by Melbourne-based Text Publishing. It is distributed throughout Australia and New Zealand.

#Review “The Trophy Wife” by Sunday Tomassetti

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4/5 Stars!

Shaped by the abandonment of her father at a young age, an emotionally damaged mother, and a lifetime of bad friendships, thirty-five-year-old Cate Cabot lives a small existence. She visits her mother once a week and has a secure position at an upscale consignment shop. She also has a long-term boyfriend who adores her, but she won’t fully commit to the relationship, convinced he’ll walk away one day.

Cate convinced herself for years she had the life she wanted but when Odessa DuVernay—the epitome of a trophy wife—visits the shop where Cate works and reaches out in friendship, she questions the way she lives her life. Though reluctant at first, she accepts the woman’s friendship. It won’t be long before Cate’s new friendship and finding out the truth about her father clouds her reasoning and judgment.

And MINE TOO!

Told in two POVs—Cate and Zsofia, a live-in domestic—this author does a great job of the slow-build, and I thought I knew where she was headed. I was wrong… several times! The plot twists and pacing are spot on, and I’m sure I read the last twenty percent of the story with my mouth open and eyebrows raised!

Cate Cabot is likable enough. Though I tried to understand the life that molded her, I still couldn’t help thinking her too quirky and immature at times. Her boyfriend, Sean, is adorable, and I wavered between how lucky Cate was to have him or how she wasn’t worthy of him. Sue me. Darcy, Cate’s mom, is just sad, stuck in a reality that never truly existed.

Odessa appears to be a trophy wife, but Cate finds caring and compassion in her new friend… mostly. And Zsofia? Heartbreaking and one-hundred percent sympathetic. Stuck in a life she never asked for, I didn’t know how she faced each day and still held onto her sanity.

And there’s the rub.

Clear your schedule and get comfortable with this read and remember things… and people aren’t always as they appear.

Enjoy!

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“I’ve done something terrible.”
On a foggy Palm Beach morning, Cate Cabot waits at a local cafe to meet her best friend for coffee—and a confession. At least that’s what Cate assumes based on the frantic voicemail Odessa left her earlier that morning.
Only Odessa never shows.
And when Cate drives to her home she finds no trace of her. In fact, Odessa isn’t just missing—it’s suddenly as if she never existed in the first place. Even the staff who run her palatial home in the gated Paradise Cove community are claiming Cate must be mistaken, confused.
As Cate searches high and low for her friend who vanished into thin air on the cusp of a mysterious admission, the only thing she finds … is that the truth might be more terrible than she ever could have imagined.
Liking Odessa was easy. Admiring her perfect life, easier so. But finding her? It’s going to be downright impossible without untangling the cryptic web of lies the missing trophy wife left in her wake.
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“I’ve done something terrible.” 
On a foggy Palm Beach morning, Cate Cabot waits at a local cafe to meet her best friend for coffee—and a confession. At least that’s what Cate assumes based on the frantic voicemail Odessa left her earlier that morning. 
Only Odessa never shows. 
And when Cate drives to her home she finds no trace of her. In fact, Odessa isn’t just missing—it’s suddenly as if she never existed in the first place. Even the staff who run her palatial home in the gated Paradise Cove community are claiming Cate must be mistaken, confused. 
As Cate searches high and low for her friend who vanished into thin air on the cusp of a mysterious admission, the only thing she finds … is that the truth might be more terrible than she ever could have imagined. 
Liking Odessa was easy. Admiring her perfect life, easier so. But finding her? It’s going to be downright impossible without untangling the cryptic web of lies the missing trophy wife left in her wake.


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It’s late, and Mrs. DuVernay is in a mood again.

She steps out of her heels as if they disgust her, kicking them askew as she makes her way to her dressing room on the other side of her bedroom. I scramble to grab her shoes, waiting for her to peel out of the day’s clothes and emerge in her favorite silk robe with her initials monogrammed over the right breast.

She’s taking longer than usual to undress today, nothing but huffs and sighs coming from the other side of the doorway. If I had to guess, she’s gained a few pounds. That always seems to send her into a quiet fit when she’s changing. I imagine her examining her tall, thin body from the three angles of her mirror, hugging the shoes against my chest as I wait to go in.

Mrs. DuVernay sighs when she finally comes out a minute later, bare feet covered in red markings from the day spent out and about in killer heels. Markings, I’m convinced, she no longer feels. I tried them on once, when she wasn’t looking—her favorite pair of shoes, the black ones with the teal bottoms. In less than ten steps, I swear I had a blister forming on the back of one of my heels.

“My drink, Zsofia,” she says, hands on her hips as she peers around her bedroom with raised eyebrows and flattened lips.

I nod toward her vanity, where her usual—a dry white wine with a splash of organic pineapple juice—rests on a vintage coaster made of rhinoceros ivory.

Mrs. DuVernay swipes her drink off the table, taking it with her into the master en suite. I carry her shoes into the closet, praying I can locate the correct place for them before she yells for me to fetch her a heated facial towel from the warmer in the spa.

This past Friday, she had two professionals come and sort through her closet—a stylist and an organizer. One helped her create toss/sell/donate piles and the other reconfigured the rest of her things to the point where I can’t find half of what she sends me to retrieve now.

An empty red shoebox with its top misaligned is situated in the middle of the closet. Dropping to my knees, I place the heels neatly inside, fasten the lid, and find the proper spot for it amongst the others along her expansive wall of designer shoes.

“Zsofia,” she calls from the next room, her tone flat and void of emotion.

I leave the closet to find her at the vanity, the day washed off of her face and a thick mask of rosehip stem cells and sea kelp on her face, sinking into her pore-less, ageless, glass-like complexion.

“I’ll be right back with a towel.” I head to the spa room at the end of the hall.

Mrs. DuVernay prefers to have her facialists, masseuses, and manicurists come to the house so she can beautify in private, though I believe it has more to do with the falling-out she had with her group of friends a few years back. They always used to schedule their pampering appointments together. After the squabble, Mrs. DuVernay couldn’t bear to be seen alone and friendless in her favorite beauty haunts, so she persuaded Charles to turn one of the spare bedrooms into a home spa. Not that it took much convincing—Mrs. DuVernay controls the purse strings around here, as much as she prefers to flit around like a Palm Shores trophy wife.

It’s just another act of hers.

Like everything else.

I tiptoe down the hall to the spa room, retrieving a couple of damp wash cloths from the towel warmer on the back counter, and I bring them to her, stepping a few feet back as she breathes in the soft, lavender-scented steam and wipes away the exotic remains of her skincare routine.

When she’s finished, she hands them off, reaches for her wine, and shuffles to her bed, her snow-colored silk robe billowing behind her with every leggy step.

“That’s all for tonight, Zsofia.” She waves me off as she climbs beneath a mountain of high-thread count bed coverings. “Oh. One more thing. Tell Charles it’s time to come to bed on your way out.”

“Yes, Mrs. DuVernay.” I shut the door behind me without making a sound so as not to wake Aviana down the hall. Lord knows teenagers need their rest, and she can be a bit of a bear to deal with in the morning. As her human alarm clock, I prefer that she not be overly tired come six AM. It certainly makes my job a lot easier.

I run my palm along the polished banister on my way down, careful not to make a sound this time of night, when the house has quieted and settled and every footstep or cleared throat reverberates. Once I arrive on the main floor, I head for Mr. DuVernay’s study—a room placed in the farthest reaches of the house, so Charles can play his jazz music and strum on his prized collection of rare guitars without disturbing his headache-prone wife.

Rapping on the outside of the door, I wait for him to answer.

The other side is quiet tonight. No jazz records. No clumsy, six-string chords.

I knock once more, holding my breath as I wait in silence.

Perhaps he isn’t in there?

Twisting the door knob, I crack the door a few inches to check. “Mr. DuVernay?”

With no response, I push the door wider, peeking my entire head in to look around. The room is dark save for the floor lamp in the corner, and the curtains are open, showcasing a view of the water from the floor-to-ceiling windows on his east-facing wall. Boat lights sparkle, their reflections swaying in the distance on the buoying Atlantic. I’ve always thought it seemed dangerous to boat late at night. Then again, I’ve never boated in my life. What would I know?

Peering around the room one last time, I draw in a sharp breath when my gaze comes to him lying on the sofa, still as a statue, fast asleep. Peaceful because he’s anywhere but here.

Padding across the room without a sound, I make my way to him, a slow smile bending my mouth as I watch him sleep.

Charles is an impossibly handsome man; generous brown hair with salt-and-peppered temples, chiseled chin, sun-kissed complexion, runner’s body much younger than his physical age. When he isn’t having an ‘off’ day, he’s a force to be reckoned with, a personality much larger than the room Mrs. DuVernay keeps him confined to most of the time. Charles’ smile alone has turned some of my worst days into some of my brightest, and I live for his eyes—ocean blue on the outside with a ring of hazel in the middle—like they can’t decide what they want to be.

A man like this is wasted on Mrs. DuVernay.

He deserves better.

She deserves worse.

“Mr. DuVernay,” I say his name on the breath of a whisper before placing my fingertips on his shoulder, giving him three light taps. “Mrs. DuVernay would like you to come to bed.”

His dark lashes flutter as his eyes open, and then he squints, focusing on me.

“Ah. It’s you,” he says, placing his hand over mine, gentle and unrushed. “Is my wife asleep yet?”

I swallow the rigid protuberance that has suddenly found a home in my throat. “No, sir.”

Charles pulls himself to a standing position, his gaze never abandoning mine, not for one second. “Well, that’s a shame, isn’t it?”

Our eyes hold for a moment, and I stifle the knowing smile that threatens to curl my lips. He and I both know that the DuVernay household is a serene place when the missus is sleeping—or better yet: off on one of her solo vacations. There are more smiles when she’s away. More laughter. Less tension. More living. Less silent suffering.

We’re both prisoners of circumstance.

Prisoners with very different privileges.

Prisoners of Mrs. DuVernay.

“Goodnight, Zsofia,” he says before striding to the door. “Get some rest.”

I wait alone in his study for a beat, and then I shut off his lamp and close the door on my way out. He’s gone by the time I reach the hall, leaving nothing but the faintest trail of his posh Italian cologne.

Tiptoeing through the darkened DuVernay residence, I make my way to the apartment above the garage—the only home I’ve ever known.

Home sweet prison cell.

Sunday Tomassetti is the pseudonym of a Wall Street Journal, Washington Post, Amazon Charts, and #1 Amazon bestselling author who wanted an outlet for her passion projects. A thirty-something married mother of three, Sunday resides in the midwest where you can always find her hard at work on her next novel.
Sunday is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.
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#BlogTour “Simon Says” by Jo Wesley

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Her life may not be perfect but she’s happy. Until she makes a terrible decision – and learns the hard way that home is not a place of refuge.

Not while Simon lurks in every shadow.

He groomed her as a teen: terrorised her into fleeing, leaving her baby behind. Now the man who destroyed her childhood has become the perfect father to her teenage daughter. And her return threatens his future.

A desperate man is a dangerous one.

Simon says she must leave or suffer the consequences. She refuses.

Now it’s his move. Because it’s not enough to face your demons.

Sometimes, you must destroy them.

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Ade’s thick fingers rested on the settee arm. He didn’t notice me staring at them. His attention was on the TV and the wagon that billowed a cloud of dust as it raced across the desert, followed by a dozen or more horses ridden by men in blue with flapping yellow scarves. One of the riders yelled something to his companion and Ade leant forward, frowning. Thick lines crinkled his forehead, ending where his hair line once would have been, but now there was just shiny smoothness against which the light from the TV reflected. He needed a cowboy hat. That way only the horseshoe of hair which hung over his ears would be seen and no one could tell he was bald.

He went to pick up the remote control and caught my eye. Did he know I’d been staring at him? I looked down at my hands. They gripped my knees so tightly, my knuckles jutted like the Rockies.

Ade took a drag of his fag and pointed the remote control at the TV. Music crashed into the room, the beat of a drum, the dah dah dahhh of a trumpet as two Red Indians popped up from behind a rock. Talk about old-fashioned.

“I can’t hear,” he said.

I nodded and turned away. What was I doing here with a bunch of old men? There must be somewhere better to hang out tonight. Even Mrs. Hamilton’s. Or with the goths at the precinct, although they hadn’t been there when I’d walked past earlier. Hannah Curtis had become a goth and she reckoned they weren’t as scary as they looked and much nicer than the chavs who laughed at me for being a swot. It wasn’t my fault I was in the top set. Thank goodness I hadn’t gone to Grammar or else they might pick on me like they did the other kids who got off that bus. They left Troy alone, but only because Issie Saunders fancied him. I’d seen the way she pushed her cronies to one side so she could flutter her eyelashes when he walked past.

I’d try the precinct again. Hopefully, Hannah would be there. As I stood up to leave, Ade turned to me.

“Not leaving already?” He grinned. “I have this effect on women.”

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SIMON SAYS isn’t my first thriller. Several unpublished novels went before it, but there was something about this story that made me come back to it time-and-time again. Although it was written in 2015, recently a few author friends encouraged me to publish it as they remembered reading it years before.

I used to work in an office where the wider team comprised people working with drug and alcohol abuse, domestic violence and general community safety. I wrote SIMON SAYS during this period and my team provided information and advice. Also, the Red Watch team at the local fire station read my first chapter during their tea break and advised on a couple of points to make it more accurate (I thought it would be one person, not the whole team reading it!).

Currently, I am completing a novel in another genre, but I really enjoy writing thrillers, so I am planning my next one.

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#BlogTour “Am I Guilty?” by Jackie Kabler

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A mother’s job is to protect her child…but everyone makes mistakes.

I never thought it would happen to me…

One moment I had it all – a gorgeous husband, a beautiful home, a fulfilling career and two adorable children. The next, everything came crashing down around me.

They said it was my fault. They said I’m the worst mother in the world. And even though I can’t remember what happened that day, they wouldn’t lie to me. These are my friends, my family, people I trust.

But then why do I have this creeping sensation that something is wrong? Why do I feel like people are keeping secrets? Am I really as guilty as they say? And if I’m not, what will happen when the truth comes out…?

Is your book part of a series or standalone? Standalone.

Are there any possible trigger warnings that bloggers/readers need to be aware of? The book is about a murdered child.

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Jackie KablerAuthor Bio

Jackie Kabler was born in Coventry but spent much of her childhood in Ireland. She worked as a newspaper reporter and then a television news correspondent for twenty years, spending nearly a decade on GMTV followed by stints with ITN and BBC News. During that time, she covered major stories around the world including the Kosovo crisis, the impeachment of President Clinton, the Asian tsunami, famine in Ethiopia, the Soham murders and the disappearance of Madeleine McCann. Jackie now divides her time between crime writing and her job as a presenter on shopping channel QVC. She has a degree in zoology, runs long distances for fun and lives in Gloucestershire with her husband.

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“Inside the Whispers (Samantha Willerby Mystery Series Book 1)” by A J Waines

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Inside the Whispers: a tense, haunting psychological thriller (Samantha Willerby Mystery Series Book 1)

by A J Waines

Genre: Women’s Fiction/Detective/Psychological

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The most dangerous place is inside your own head…

Dr Samantha Willerby, a specialist in Post Traumatic Stress, has never seen anything like this before. Following a fire on the London Underground, three survivors seek her help but although unmistakably traumatised, their stories don’t match the facts. Are they ‘faking it’? Sam’s confusion turns to horror when one by one, instead of recovering, they are driven to suicide.

When her lover, Conrad, begins to suffer the same terrifying flashbacks, Sam is desperate to find out what’s causing them. As a mysterious and chilling conspiracy begins to unravel the nightmares begin for Sam…

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“Stone Addicted: A Dr. Lila Stone Mystery Book 1” by Wendy Weiss

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Stone Addicted: A Dr. Lila Stone Mystery Book 1

by Wendy Weiss

Genre: Mystery/Thriller/Psychological

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Dr. Lila Stone’s patients are suddenly developing deadly infections and she can’t figure out why. Could it have anything to do with her secret double life? While she juggles her orthopedic practice, her sick patients, and her late night addiction, a new romance begins to bud. Lila’s complicated life, filled with highs, lows and designer clothes will take you on a wild ride into the intimate psyche of a woman who wants it all, but may not be ready to have it all.

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“The Devil’s Chaplain (East Coast Legal Thriller Series, Book 1)” by Bruce Hartman

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The Devil’s Chaplain (East Coast Legal Thriller Series, Book 1)

by Bruce Hartman

Genre: Thriller & Suspense/Psychological/Legal/Women Sleuths

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Disillusioned with her corporate legal career, attorney Charlotte Ambler volunteers to handle the final appeal of Christopher Ritter, a Florida death row inmate whose execution is imminent. Ritter had been a prominent biologist before being convicted ten years earlier for the brutal murder of a prostitute. He denies killing the woman but is tormented by guilt for other, secret transgressions. The only appeal he will allow is to prove that he is innocent—a kind of appeal which is almost impossible to win.

Ritter claims he was framed by a shadowy figure named Craft, but as Charlotte studies the evidence she concludes that Ritter is a dangerous psychopath who should not go free. Then a piece of evidence turns up that confirms a key part of his story. Pursuing her investigation, she is thwarted by hidden forces that seem determined to see him executed. In a race against the clock, she searches for the elusive Craft and finds herself in the cross-hairs of a psychopathic killer.

THE DEVIL’S CHAPLAIN is a gripping tale of deception and self-deception, betrayal and violence, in which lawyer and client find common ground in their quest for justice and human values.

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