Book Review – Unfair Justice

Unfair$.99 Amazon

A long time Justice fan this short story was a welcome surprise, and wonderful birthday present to myself. Loved seeing Lorne and Pete back together, and felt like I was living the story with old friends.

A young girl’s body is found near the railway tracks, murdered in the early morning hours. With few clues, and no real suspects, can DI Lorne Simpkins and her team find the murderer? The boyfriend appears to be the perfect suspect. A lover’s quarrel, or something far more sinister?

Highly recommended to fans of crime/thrillers.  Grab your copy today.

 

BLOODHOUND BOOKS – THE FORGOTTEN

PROLOGUE

The room gradually chilled as dusk turned into night, enclosing them in the comfort of darkness. The baby stirred and whimpered, and the young girl held her close, cradling her in her arms. “Shhh…” she shushed as she rocked gently back and forth. “We mustn’t wake Husband or Mother.”

Her gaze went to the bedroom door, her heart pounding and her thoughts muddled by the conversation she’d overheard. Her lower lip trembled as she whispered, “Husband is going to take a new bride, Hope. He told Mother he was leaving in the morning and would return before nightfall.”

She shuddered as an image of Isabella’s battered and bloody body crept into her mind. In less than a week, he would come for the child, and soon thereafter he would come for her, and two more graves would line the banks of Devil’s Creek.

That’s why the old woman has been starving me since the baby was born. She wants me weak so I can’t fight when she comes to take Hope. And even if I try to run, I won’t get far.

Holding the baby closer to her heart, she brushed her lips against the soft skin of her cheek and rolled onto her side as she searched for memories of her own mother. Her real mother, not the old bitch Husband forced her to call Mother. The effort caused an immediate headache. They had stripped her of everything over the years—even her own name.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” she whispered. “They told me I couldn’t name you, but I did. I called you Hope because that’s what you gave me.” Hope snuggled against her. “I’ll find a way to save you.”

A light snow was falling outside the window, and the temperature in the room continued to drop. God, if there was one, would show her the way to save the baby. She’d prayed for three years to die, and instead He’d given her a reason to live. A real God wouldn’t do that unless He had a plan, would He?

She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep. With Husband gone, tomorrow would be the only chance she’d have to escape. Even if they froze to death, at least they’d be together, and freezing would be less painful than the torturous death the devil had planned for them.

Now available for pre-order!  Just click on the bookcover.  Release date March 7, 2017.

 

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Clever Deception: M.A Comley & Linda S. Prather ~ Review

Synopsis:  “Have you ever watched the light fade from someone’s eyes, Foxy? The pigment slowly, ever so slowly disappear?” The press call him the Escape Artist, and he is certainly living up to his name. Sergeant Alexandra Fox has never…

Source: Clever Deception: M.A Comley & Linda S. Prather ~ Review

New Legal Thriller – Now Available For Pre-Order

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Book 1 in the Jenna James Legal Thrillers is now available for pre-order on Amazon at the introductory price of $.99 for pre-orders only.

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Beyond A Reasonable Doubt 2

CHAPTER ONE

Jenna scanned the courtroom, anxious to get started and get it over with. Closing arguments were the part of her job she loved the most, and the part she was good at. The evidence had all been presented to the jury. Next, the defense would weave their story, shining a different light on the proof and twisting testimony in the hopes of creating doubt. All they needed was one juror. Her job was to make sure they didn’t get that—to close all loopholes and leave the jury with only one choice: Travello was guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. She’d practiced her closing argument, and she was ready.

Her gaze fell on Aran Travello. He grinned at her, causing a deep, nagging feeling to gnaw at her gut. She shook it off. The evidence was all in her favor. No jury in its right mind would find him innocent.

Grant Benson slid into the seat beside her and handed her a file. “Here’s the PSIR.”

Jenna scanned the presentencing investigation report, her eyebrows knitting together. Travello’s previous crimes included everything but murder, and most of the crimes were nonviolent. “Damn it, there has to be more, something everyone missed.”

Grant smiled, showing even, white teeth. “Patience, you’re showing your true colors.”

Jenna laughed and closed the file. Her father had wanted to name her “Impatience,” but her mother had balked. Two months early and weighing only two pounds, Jenna Patience James had burst into the world with gusto, screaming and kicking and fighting for life—just as she’d been doing ever since.

A quiet hush fell over the courtroom. Jenna turned, watching as Conrad Merced sashayed through the doors. She heard the quick intake of Grant’s breath as a blinding pain started just behind her right eye.

“What the hell is he doing here?” she whispered. “There’s no damn way Travello could afford to hire him.”

Jenna rubbed her right temple, soothing the pain as she continued to watch Conrad stroll down the aisle. He always reminded her of a clown, dressed in a dark-blue Armani suit, bright-red bowtie that matched his flaming-red hair and, of course, his trademark white shoes. Travello couldn’t even afford the shoe shine.

Grant shrugged and stood up. “Don’t worry about it. I’d say you’ve got this one in the bag, even with Merced on his side.”

Jenna raised an eyebrow. Grant was the new law clerk at the DA’s office and had yet to try his first case. He had no clue just how many things could go wrong in a trial, especially a trial with Merced. His confidence in her ability wasn’t exactly comforting.

Jenna continued to rub her temple as she slipped her feet into her three-inch heels, which gave her a respectable five-foot-five-inch height. Going up against Merced, even that felt short. Why hadn’t Michael told her Merced was entering the case? She glanced to the back of the courtroom, and he shrugged, his lips lifting in a sympathetic smile.

Merced stopped at the prosecutor’s table and dropped a motion in front of her. “There’s been a slight change in Mr. Travello’s representation. I’ll be doing closing arguments. I hope you won’t object as I’d hate to see a mistrial called on a technicality.”

Jenna glanced at the motion. Merced knew damn well she wanted to object. Under other circumstances, she would have objected. Conrad Merced had never lost a case. Well, today wasn’t going to be his lucky day. Pasting on her sweetest smile, she met the stony black gaze. “No objection, Counselor.”

She took some pleasure in the knitting of his bushy brows as the bailiff entered the room.

“All rise. Judge Raymond Carter presiding.”

Jenna continued to smile as she stood. Merced was known for his courtroom drama, but Carter would squash him like a bug if he started that.

“Counsel, approach the bench, please.”

Jenna held her smile as she stood before the bench, meeting the judge’s sympathetic look. Damn him, he’d buried her already.

“Miss James, I have a copy of Mr. Merced’s motion, do you have any objections?”

“No objections, Your Honor.”

Carter eyed them both over his glasses. “All right, Counsel, you may proceed with closing arguments. Mr. Merced, there will be none of your usual shenanigans.”

“Strictly by the book, Judge. If Miss James has no objections, defense will go first, alleviating the need for rebuttal by counsel.”

Jenna eyed him warily. Clearly, he had something up his sleeve. “No objections, Your Honor.”

Jenna returned to her seat as Merced addressed the court. The gnawing feeling inside her gut grew to almost a physical pain as she listened to him go over the evidence, creating loopholes that could, if believed, create a reasonable doubt in the jury’s mind. Fortunately, the loopholes were minor, but Merced’s lack of courtroom drama and droning voice created a new fear inside her. Was he setting up an appeal defense for incompetent counsel?

“Miss James?”

Jenna stood and walked around the table.

“Your Honor, Counsel, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you’ve heard the testimony. The evidence is clear and precise. Mr. Travello not only butchered but reveled in the death of a homeless immigrant. All for a bottle of cheap wine.” She knew her blue eyes were flashing as she delivered condemning words with precision. She didn’t flutter or wave her hands at the exhibits. Instead, she gripped them as weapons, walking slowly in front of each juror as she met their eyes, dropping her voice and making it soft and sensuous. “Perhaps Mr. Travello thought no one would care. Ladies and gentlemen, I care. This was someone’s son. Someone’s father. Someone’s best friend.”

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Michael Elkins took his gaze from the jury for just a moment to admire the young woman delivering the scathing closing argument. She wasn’t as pretty as the women he normally dated, but she was cute, and eventually he would change the things he didn’t like. He studied the reddish brown hair surrounding a heart-shaped face and grinned. That would be his first change. His gaze traveled down the slender frame. The breasts were a little too small, but implants would take care of that. He sighed. Her legs had almost become a deal breaker. He liked them long and shapely. Unfortunately, there was little he could do about her height.

He shook his head as the jurors averted their eyes from the gory picture she held in her hands. She was one of the best prosecutors in the state of Texas, and in another year or two, she’d be the new district attorney. That made her valuable to his career, which was all that really mattered in a relationship.

Shrugging his shoulders, he met the gaze of his partner, Scott Harman, who had taken his place on the case when Jenna was assigned as prosecutor. Their relationship wasn’t exactly public knowledge, but there was no way he would risk his career for a lowlife like Travello. He’d known Travello was guilty the first time he talked to him. He didn’t need to stay to hear the jury’s verdict. Travello had lost the second she dropped her voice and whispered those soft words, “someone’s son… someone’s father… someone’s best friend.”

He turned his attention back to Jenna. She was going to be pissed that he hadn’t told her about Merced. Of course, he could feign ignorance. Scott had called him last night to tell him Merced was doing closing arguments. He hadn’t asked why. Truth be told, he didn’t care one way or the other. If Jenna won, he would take her for a celebration dinner. If she lost, he would console her.

Rising, he caught her eye as she returned to the prosecutor’s table to wait for Judge Carter to deliver the jury instructions, then to wait longer for the verdict and, if Travello was found guilty, sentencing. He caught her subtle wink, the slight lifting of the corners of her mouth.

Michael raised his hand, running his fingers through his thick, blond hair in a silent salute as he headed for the courtroom door to answer the cell phone that had been vibrating incessantly for more than five minutes.

He cleared security, heading for fresh air and a much-needed cigarette before he returned the call. The Honorable William Jefferson Elkins had summoned—six times. He wasn’t going to be happy about Michael’s refusal to answer the phone, even if he had been in court. Lighting a cigarette, he took a deep drag and scowled. His father hadn’t called him in over six months, and now he’d called six times in the space of a half hour. Hitting the Redial button, he threw the unfinished cigarette into the street.

“Hello.”

“Maria, it’s Michael. My father has been trying to reach me.”

The silence on the phone was deafening, and Michael felt the first tremors of foreboding.

“Hold, please.” The words were whispered with an underlying note of compassion and pain.

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you for hours!” Judge Elkins bellowed into the receiver.

“I’ve been in court, Dad.” Michael didn’t bother to correct him that it had been only a half hour. No one ever corrected Judge Elkins—at least, no one that still had a bar license.

“There’s been an accident.” Anger still riddled the old man’s voice. “Your mother’s dead.”