A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS
Available in print and digital February 12, 2009
from The Wild Rose Press
BLURB: Michigan mental health therapist Penny Brown runs to the sugary sands of the Alabama Gulf Coast in search of solace following the devastating suicide of one of her clients. But the healing and peace she seeks elude her as a stalker begins to make threatening phone calls from Michigan. She turns to the local authorities only to discover that the Chief of Police is none other than Matt Williams, the man she loved and left fifteen years before...a man she never stopped loving.
Of all the joints she had to walk into...
Matt is ready to fall in love all over again if Penny is finally ready to settle down. But neither of them realize that a killer is much closer than they think. Rekindling their love could cost Penny her life.
EXCERPT:
Penny froze.
“What?” she whispered. Surely she had misheard. “What did you say?”
“You heard me right, Penny. I said this is the man who is going to kill you. Wait for me. I’m coming.”
She stared down at the offending phone half buried in the sand. Caller identification. She bent and picked up the phone with the tips of her fingers, gingerly opening the face. A push of a button revealed an area code from her home state of Michigan. She sank onto her knees. Who would call her from Michigan with such a comment? None of her clients were violent or inclined toward making threats. She’d been lucky that way.
She eyed the number and took a deep breath. With a knot in her stomach, she pushed the button to call. Her hand shook slightly as she held the phone to her ears. It rang.
“Tim Matthews.”
Penny almost dropped the phone.
“Tim?” she squeaked. Her beautiful surroundings seemed suddenly surreal.
“Who’s this? Penny? Is that you?” His familiar high pitched voice sounded nothing like the deep resonant voice on the phone.
“Did you just call me?”
“No. How’s it going down there? Are you feeling better?”
“But I just got a call from your number. It...”
“Penny? Are you sure it was my number? I didn’t call you. I’ve had the phone on my hip all day.”
Penny wasn’t sure of anything. The sound of Tim’s voice took her back to a time two months ago when her life changed dramatically, when she lost faith in her judgment, her competence as a therapist and her humanity. The cold, familiar sweat beaded on her forehead, and she wiped it away.
Text copyright (c) by Bess McBride 2008, 2009
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