Jenny returns to her grandparents’ art camp in a remote New
Mexico town after her grandmother’s sudden death. That night she wakes to the
noise of intruders. What do the strangers want? As more bizarre events unfold,
Jenny realizes the people she thought she knew are not what they seem – least
of all Rob, an old friend whose past may be coming back to haunt them all.
Counterfeits is romantic suspense in the Southwest that will
interest fans of Terry Odell, Mary Stewart, Lillian Stewart Carl, and Barbara
Michaels.
“Counterfeits is
the kind of romantic suspense novel I have enjoyed since I first read Mary
Stewart’s Moonspinners, and Kris Bock
used all the things I love about this genre. Appealing lead
characters, careful development of the mysterious danger facing one or both of
those characters, a great location that is virtually a character on its own,
interesting secondary characters who might or might not be involved or
threatened, and many surprises building up to the climax.” 5 Stars – Roberta at
Sensuous Reviews blog
“Kris Bock is a mystery mastermind.” – Readers Favorite Reviews
‘Enjoyed the characters, particularly the strength and
resourcefulness of the three young women.
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Romantic Suspense
Heat level: PG (a couple of sexy scenes)
Violence level: PG (fights, no torture or murder)
212 pages/65,000 words
Jenny rose from sleep slowly, her body resisting. She could see nothing in the pitch black. Where was she? She blinked, trying to make sure her eyes were really open.
Jenny rose from sleep slowly, her body resisting. She could see nothing in the pitch black. Where was she? She blinked, trying to make sure her eyes were really open.
Memories
broke through the fog. The phone call, the rush across country, the late
arrival. Crawling into bed in her grandparents’ upstairs guest room. She
groaned and pulled up the blanket. Morning must be hours away, given the
darkness.
The
old house creaked, but no sounds drifted in from outside. Maybe that’s what
woke her; she was used to the murmur of city sounds all night long. Who’d have
thought that would become normal?
Her
head pounded. Probably dehydration from the high elevation and dry air. She
should get up, drink a glass of water, take a couple of aspirin. Her head would
thank her in the morning. If only she could make herself move.
The
house creaked again, followed by a rhythmic sound – like footsteps. Jenny
jerked upright, her ears straining. Had she heard a voice?
She
shook her head. She must still be half asleep, dreaming. Imagining her
grandparents were still here. Wishful thinking.
Downstairs,
a door closed. Jenny clutched the blanket. Imagination be damned. She was not
alone.
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Excellent snippet, Kris. I like the way you capture her disorientation.
ReplyDeleteNice excerpt. Someone is there. Friend or foe?
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