Coming November 2011...
Accelerating Circumstances
Book Three of the Outer Banks Suspense Series
(Read as a series, or enjoy each book alone.)Destiny Booze
Jenny is different. She can read people’s minds.
At
age seventeen, Jenny Reid was arrested for killing her own mother.
There was no evidence that an intruder entered the house. No one
believed her as a teenager when she tried to tell them how she felt the
killer’s rage saturated within the walls, that she knew the presence of
evil had been there. The police thought she was crazy, not psychic.
A
conviction was never made in the case due to lack of evidence. Jenny is
still the sole suspect, but now, she is doing something about it. She’s
on the right side of the law, an FBI agent determined to finally find
justice for her mom.
Two men stay by her side—William, her
partner, a darkly intense agent with a scary past and Nate, a bad boy
with too much charisma to be a good thing. But, no man will keep her
from finding out the truth about her mom. The time has come to set
things right.
Nothing will stand in her way. She’ll come up
close with evil again and face the ultimate choice—kill or be killed in
these ACCELERATING CIRCUMSTANCES.
Excerpt:
She
didn’t remember telling the operator that she needed help, but she must have
because the 9-1-1 dispatcher told her she needed to stay on the line until help
arrived. Time held no meaning. People arrived, whether minutes or hours later,
she had no idea.
Jenny
placed the phone back on the receiver and physically dropped. The sofa was
behind her and caught her, but she would have sat whether there was furniture
there or not. She stared blankly at the wall, seeing nothing. The house got busy
around her, people walking in and out. Lots of talking, lots of work.
Someone
asked her if she needed anything. She said no. They told her to stay right
there, and she did.
Jenny
didn’t call anyone else—not her dad, not her sister, no one. She couldn’t move,
couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. It felt like the room was closing in on her.
Her
mom was dead. She hadn’t seen a body, but she knew. She knew.
Two
men detached from the hustle and bustle to walk up to her. “My name is
Detective Evans. My partner is Detective Crouse. We’ve contacted your dad. It
will be a few hours before he can get here. May we ask you some questions?”
Jenny tried to focus. The
detective that spoke was older with a deep receding hairline and clear piercing
eyes. The other was an average middle-aged man that looked bored with his job.
Both men stared at her.
She
didn’t know what they were thinking or feeling. Her gift was strongest with
touch. Regardless, it wouldn’t work now anyway. She couldn’t focus! She
couldn’t think!
“Okay,”
she said, her voice deadpan.
“Do
you get along with your parents?” Detective Evans asked as he took a seat
beside her.
“I
guess.”
“The
neighbors didn’t seem to think so,” he commented.
Too
numb, too distanced right then, she didn’t immediately realize where the
detective’s question was leading, but she wanted to cooperate. She needed to
think about anything other than the horror in the room upstairs. What did
Detective Evans ask, again? How she got along with Mom and Dad?
How could
she possibly explain her situation? Most teenagers just thought their parents
didn’t understand them. Well, Jenny really knew for a fact that they didn’t.
“Your
sister is at school, and your dad is away on business, right?” Detective Evans
continued.
“Yeah.”
“What
happened here last night?”
“I
don’t know. I was sleeping,” she said, still deadpan. This can’t be real. She couldn’t keep her thoughts from all the
blood she’d seen. Then: “Mom’s dead, isn’t she?”
The
detectives gave each other a look she didn’t understand.
She
sniffed, feeling another round of sobs bursting to the surface. The house
suddenly felt too small, too stifling, choking her with its intensity. Why
didn’t anyone understand? A cry exploded from her, and she blurted it all out
in such a rush that later, she wouldn’t remember saying anything at all. “There’s
so much hate! Can’t you feel it? Don’t you see? No one could hate her so much!”
Detective
Evans cleared his throat.
“Is
that why you hurt your mom? You hate her?” Detective Crouse suddenly asked, his
voice stern. He no longer looked bored.
Jenny
should have been stunned by the question, but she was in shock. She said
nothing. Her eyes fell to her lap as she continued to cry.
“Answer
the question,” Evans demanded.
“I
didn’t hurt her,” she managed between sobs.
“We
know that’s not possible,” Evans said. “There’s no sign of forced entry. The
murder weapon was a knife from your kitchen. Come on, Jenny. You didn’t plan
this out very well. You really want us to believe you slept through that mess
upstairs? You’re covered in blood. There are bloody footprints all over the
place. Your footprints. You hated her,
like you said. You guys had an argument of some sort, so you got rid of her.”
He stood and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Stand up. You are under arrest
for the murder of Savannah Rice.”
As she
was recited her rights and handcuffed, Jenny looked at her feet. He was right,
she realized. She had blood all over her.
The
room blurred around her, and she fainted.
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Accelerating Circumstances
In a
moment of blindness,
She said
yes.
Anticipation
left her breathless.
That he
was a stranger,
Added to
the danger.
Excitement
outweighed any wager.
With no
thought or plan,
She went
with the man.
Exhilaration
heightened the night inside the van.
When they
came to a stop,
He got on
top.
Arousal
masked the gun’s sudden pop.
Every
thrust - a release of hate,
Coupling
with a lifeless mate.
Disappointment
was the murder, not perfect, not great.
Why did
she have to die?
Her
husband and son will later cry,
For a
wife and mother that went goodbye.
The
stakes accelerate for each kill,
Striving
for the lust of that first thrill.
The
disappointment and rage never-ending, until…
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