Message From The Author
The letter came with a stack of bills, which I promptly set aside to go through at a more convenient time. The mail sat on my kitchen cabinet all afternoon as I finished the chores Id been doing and ran the few errands Id been putting off. It wasnt until Id come back from the grocery store that I remembered, so I poured myself a glass of iced tea and gathered up the letters, heading for my favorite chair as I took the first sip of tea.
It was hot outsidewell over a hundred degreesand the cold drink was a welcome relief. I kicked back in the chair, took another drink of the tea and then set it on the table beside my chair as I picked up the first envelope.
Four bills and a half dozen invitations for new credit cards later, I picked up the long, white envelope. There was no return address, but it had an Oklahoma postmark so I opened it without any apprehension. The message was brief and virulent, spilling hate and envy out into my world and for a moment, taking me down with it. Shock, coupled with a little bit of panic, came quickly. But just as quickly it passed, leaving me with a slow-growing anger instead. Someone didnt like me. Someone didnt like what I wrote. Someone had taken their own disappointments and chose to blame them all on me. In the space of a few seconds, I had gone from shock to sadness to anger. Then I took a deep breath, wadded the letter up into a ball and tossed it into the trash. I have no tolerance for fools or cowards, and whoever had written that letter fell right into both categories. But it got me thinking. And by nightfall, I had the genesis of a new story. So I really must thank the writer of that nasty little bit of envy because it gave me the idea for my latest book.
SNOWFALL is about a famous mystery writer named Caitlin Bennett, who begins receiving threatening letters from a disgruntled fan and eventually, realizes her life is in danger.
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Excerpt from SNOWFALL
Caitlin glanced up at the light, her thoughts still on the
shopping and heard a truck downshifting gears. She saw it coming from the corner of her eye and could see that the driver was trying to make the light before it changed. She turned her head, wincing as the truck hit a puddle of slush and knew she was going to get splashed.
And then out of nowhere, she felt a hand on her back. Before she could react, she was shoved headfirst into the street. Instinctively, her arms flew outward as she braced herself for the fall. It wasnt until she heard squalling brakes that she remembered the truck. In the split second before impact, she saw her own reflection on the trucks chrome bumper and screamed. She was unconscious before she hit the ground.
Miss Miss can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?
Caitlin moaned. Someone was yelling in her ear when she needed to sleep. Aaron. It had to be Aaron. He was the only friend who was rude enough to wake her like this.
Go away, she muttered, and then winced as something sharp pricked her skin.
Dave, get a neck brace on her then bring the spine board while I start this IV.
Suddenly, she realized she wasnt in bed. Panic sliced through her pain like a knife as she flailed her arms blindly.
Easy, Miss, Im a paramedic. My partner and I are trying to help you. Just relax and let us do our job.
Caitlin flashed on the bumper of an oncoming truck and then another wave of pain dashed her thoughts. In the chaos, she realized she was being put onto a stretcher.
Waitwait, she begged, trying to remember what she needed to say.
Easy, Miss, the medic said. Were only taking you to the hospital.
Cant go, Caitlin muttered. Im out of milk.
The medic chuckled as they lifted her into the ambulance.You can get that later, he said.
My arms, she muttered, trying unsuccessfully to open her eyes. I cant move my arms.
Thats because we buckled you onto the stretcher so you wouldnt fall off. Just relax.
Caitlins body went limp, but her mind was in a panic. They didnt understand. She couldnt relax. She couldnt be unconscious. Someone wanted her dead.
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