Promo & Giveaway: Winterkill by P. H. Turner
Winterkill
By:
P.H. Turner
Released
June 2014
Kensington
Blurb
A
beautiful reporter and a charming rancher are caught in a web of
mayhem, murder…and lust.
Reporter
Sawyer Cahill returns home to Cheyenne, Wyoming to report for the
local station. But leaving behind the coverage of the gangland
murders of San Antonio only lands her smack in the middle of the
ritualistic animal mutilations. Harassed and threatened by the freak
behind the bizarre murders, Sawyer plunges into her investigation,
reaping the attentions of two local ranchers.
Local
rancher, Jake Spooner, tangles with a tug of war relationship with
Sawyer. Tormented between his smoldering desire for Sawyer and his
wish to keep her safe, their passion flames in a mountain snow storm.
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I met him for happy hour at the Yella Feather bar over on the south side about 5:30 on a hot August evening. He was dead by 6:15. Ours was a short relationship.
I met him for happy hour at the Yella Feather bar over on the south side about 5:30 on a hot August evening. He was dead by 6:15. Ours was a short relationship.
Lieutenant
Deaver was one of the old guys with the San Antonio PD. He strolled
in with the coroner, finding me where the first responder had put me.
Over in a corner holding up a yellowed wall that reeked with years of
stale nicotine.
“You
okay?” Deaver asked.
“Yeah,
think so.” I took a weak swallow of warm Coke.
“What
happened?” He pulled out a rickety chair and sat down.
I
slumped into a seat beside him. “I didn’t see the killer. My back
was to the door when I heard the sound of a round chambered. Right in
front me—Rodriguez was talking to me—a small, round hole drilled
into his forehead. I heard the door bang shut and a car squeal off,
but by the time I made it outside there was nothing to see and only
cordite to smell.”
I
looked around the bar, broken-down scarred tabletops, wobbly chairs,
flaking vinyl floors with duct tape covering the cracks. The stink of
disinfectant and stale grease mingled with gun smoke. Helluva place
for a kid to die.
“How
long you known him, Cahill?” Deaver asked softly.
“I’d
say about forty-five minutes, give or take.”
He
scratched his left armpit, his face screwed into thought. “What
were you doing with Rodriguez? Source of yours?”
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Teaching
and shooting news and documentaries took me to work on the East and
West coasts, the Midwest and an island in the Gulf of Mexico. Born a
fourth generation Texan, I live in Austin with an energetic mutt that
waits patiently every day for me to come home and write.
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ReplyDeleteI love romantic suspense books. I love the sexual tension between the couple, and I like trying to figure out who the bad guy is.
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