I just received notice from my publisher that Painted Black received a 5 star review on The To Be Read Pile.
It’s also been entered in their book of the month contest. Wish me luck!
“This was one of those books where you start reading and before you can even blink you are almost done with it. I was so caught up with the characters of this book. “
Read the whole review
Painted Black is one of the picks for the Reader’s Choice awards at TBR Books! YOU can help me win! I’ve never been lucky, so I’m counting on all my friends and family to lend me some of their luck—-and votes! Cast your vote at The To Be Read Pile – Home.
Fiction: an excerpt from suspense novel Painted Black:
Sidney frowned and tilted his head to look from another angle. Walked to the other side of the tray table. Lifting the left breast slightly, he moved the padded brace close enough so the bosom remained in place. Satisfied, he consulted the work order once again.
All that remained was the positioning of the legs. She would be sitting in a chair so he had built a metal, crate-like frame just the right size to prop the legs up. He would have liked to cross the legs in a more natural pose, but the specs drawn for him were inflexible. Men who paid this much money to get what they wanted were seldom happy with creative alterations.
Reality: From today’s headlines:
Soon after, the funeral home manager, Susan Birkencamp, met with Shular-Cameron’s two children, Marc Nail and Amber Thebeau-Tunison. She told them their mother’s body had been “mistreated,” Nail told The Blade that another employee had witnessed his coworker Lawrence Clement “fondling” the corpse.
via Funeral Home Employee Arrested – Careers Articles.
Painted Black’s protagonist, Jo Sullivan, has been a busy little reporter since she filed her completed story on Chris and Lexie.
Meet Snow Ramirez, the bi-polar street kid about to turn 18. She’s convinced that psychiatrist Mordechai Levinson is responsible for one kid’s suicide, and may be targeting her brother Alley as his next victim. Once again, Jo finds herself the only person willing to listen to one of Chicago’s throwaway youth.
A stray dog looked up from a pile of trash when Snow passed, ready to run if he had to. She crossed California to the alley behind a half demolished building. A dumpster sat, half filled with rubble from the destruction, and there was a spot between it and the wall where the ground was still dry. Snow pushed her way in, butt first, using her backpack as a cushion. Wind kicked up the light snow around the building.
Squatting with her arms tight around her legs and forehead pressed to her knees, Snow rocked on the balls of her feet. To the south, the hum of traffic along the Eisenhower Expressway. Nearer, beneath the dumpster, the scurry of rats looking for supper. That feeling in her center, the one she couldn’t describe except to say when she was a kid she thought it meant she was going to die, tightened her chest, filled her mouth, made it hard to breathe.
“You must learn to trust,” the shrink had told her. “You must learn who to trust. Your brother is learning that, even if you can’t.”
Watch for Bend Me, Shape Me coming in 2013.