About
the Book
Title:
Maelstrom
Author:
Francis Guenette
Genre:
Action / Thriller
A shot is fired into
the still night air and a young woman dies on Suicide Ridge. A
dangerous game has begun. Over the course of one blistering, hot
week, winds of change sweep through an isolated valley in small town
America.
Sheriff Bert Calder,
with the help of Mayor Amos Thatcher, has held the town of Haddon
under his thumb for twenty-five years. As things spin out of control,
Calder works the angles, ensuring he can make the most of the
upheaval that is to come.
Rafael Destino,
facing his own mortality, races against time to gain control of the
railroad – a lifeline essential to the town’s survival. His goal
– to financially destroy Thatcher, the man he believes responsible
for the death of his beloved sister. His tool – adopted son
Myhetta. But how far down the road of revenge will Rafael push the
young man who owes him everything?
Myhetta is poised on
the edge of controlling Destino Enterprises, the job he has been
groomed for. While money, power and influence are his to command, the
past continues to torment him.
In a clash of
powerful men, with fathers pitted against sons, no one will be left
unscathed. Maelstrom
is a page turner that speeds along like a runaway train.
Author
Bio
Francis
Guenette has spent all of her life on the west coast of British
Columbia. She lives with her husband and finds inspiration for
writing in the beauty and drama of their off-grid, lakeshore cabin
and garden. She has a graduate degree in Counselling Psychology. She
has worked as an educator, trauma counsellor and researcher. She is
the author of three books in the Crater Lake Series. Maelstrom
is her fourth novel.
Links
Twitter
- https://twitter.com/FrancisGuenette
Maelstrom Excerpt
Turk had the steady
pace of a man used to walking wherever he went. By the time he
reached Pine Crescent and the residential houses that lined each side
of the road, he was sweating. His hair curled tightly over his
forehead and clung to his neck. He was very tired.
He
would have given a lot to have stayed in Mel’s comfortable bed the
whole day but when her alarm went off, he’d high-tailed it out of
there. He had remembered his father’s words the night before and
he’d figured he better get home. His T-shirt hung loosely on him,
sweat-stained and dirty. There were dark-brown patches of dried blood
on the legs of his jeans. His sharp-featured face was drawn and his
eyes had a haunted look about them.
Feelings
of withdrawal walked up his spine like fingernails clawing over a
chalkboard. He craved the escape that the pills provided – more
than food, though he hadn’t eaten in hours; more than sleep, though
he was exhausted. He walked up the drive of his house, relieved that
the police cruiser was not in the driveway. Going around the back, he
saw the still unmowed lawn and knew he’d catch shit again for that.
He tried the door but it was locked. Muttering a string of
profanities, he searched his pockets for his house key. If he’d
lost that damn key, his father was going to beat him. He found it and
was about to fit it into the lock when the door swung open.
“Seen
you coming up the front,” his mother said, clutching onto the edge
of the door. “You took so long … figured you’d lost your
key again.”
“Got
it right here.” He pushed by his mother to get into the house.
“Where
you been?” she asked.
“Around.
Where’s Pa?”
“Had
to work.” His mother stared at him. “You don’t look so good,
Turk.”
He
ran his eyes over her thin frame, the dark circles under her eyes and
the red-flowered housecoat she was wearing. “Ain’t no picture
yourself, Ma. Can I get something to eat?”
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