by
Lori L. Robinett
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GENRE:
Mystery (Cozy)
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Andi
is married to a handsome, charismatic man. He’s a successful pillar
of their cozy island community. She's a beautiful young wife devoted
to him. From the outside, their life appears perfect.
But
on the inside, she is constantly on edge, trying to keep him happy so
she won’t suffer scathing words that hurt just as much as the
occasional sharp blow from him.
Then
she snaps. His abuse pushes her too far. In the blink of an eye, she
becomes a widow and finds herself inextricably entwined in the web of
lies he wove in the months before his death. Her small town neighbors
whisper behind her back, as if the sensational death of her husband
is the subject of a pulp novel. When a blackmailer threatens to
expose her as a murderer, she must piece together her husband’s
life to find the key to her own freedom.
Fatal
Impulse is the first in an intriguing new mystery series, where each
widow faces challenges that threaten to destroy her just as she
begins to find her strength.
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Excerpt:
She
tried to focus on the words, but simply couldn’t. Instead, her
thoughts turned to the insurance policy Chad had insisted they buy.
Everywhere she looked, she saw bills. The gleaming casket. The
concrete vault in the ground. The tent flapping overhead. The
gravediggers waiting discreetly behind a stand of oak trees. Worry
niggled at her. How would she survive without Chad? People milled
around, then the crowd drifted away from the tent in small groups.
Andi wanted to leave, but was anchored in place by mourners paying
their respects.
Off to
the side, Detective Johnson stood by himself, his feet planted
shoulder width apart and his thick hands clasped in front of him. His
gray suit looked as if it had been purchased off the rack at Sears,
and the front of his jacket didn't meet. His eyes were hidden behind
dark glasses, but Andi could feel him staring at her.
The
Towne Car waited, and Andi escaped to it as quickly as possible,
winding her way through mourners who watched her with sad eyes. The
cop stepped into her path. Before he could utter a word, the limo
driver slipped between them and took Andi's elbow. She got into the
car, and her mother followed.
Martha
yanked the door shut and frowned, “That was rude. Why would he do
such a thing?”
Andi
shrugged. She stared out the tinted window and watched the detective
walk away, his gait stiff. Dana walked past and Andi waved, but her
best friend continued on, talking with a short, curvy woman with
strawberry blonde hair who worked at the library. She had never felt
so alone.
As they
drove off, and Martha talked about how nice everyone was, Andi
glanced back and watched as they lowered the polished casket into the
ground.
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**SPOILER FREE**
A little slow to start, but don't give up easily, this book picks up quickly and nicely! Once you're in the book, you're in the book! There's no turning back. The chairacters...well... You love and hate. The story plot can be a little more than some can handle and should have a warning in reviews. Sensitive subject matter at some points. Other than that, a good read!
*Received for an honest review*
A little slow to start, but don't give up easily, this book picks up quickly and nicely! Once you're in the book, you're in the book! There's no turning back. The chairacters...well... You love and hate. The story plot can be a little more than some can handle and should have a warning in reviews. Sensitive subject matter at some points. Other than that, a good read!
*Received for an honest review*
Lori
lives in rural central Missouri with her husband and daughter. One
very spoiled Miniature Schnauzer and Miniature Beagle allow Lori and
her husband to live in their house, and the outside is patrolled by
BK (short for Barn Kitty) and Patches (a sweet tom cat stray that
missed his calling as a lap cat). She can often be found bouncing
through rough gravel roads in her lifted yellow Jeep named Daisy.
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