The
Deepest Dark
by
Joan Hall Hovey
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
GENRE:
Suspense Thriller
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BLURB:
THE
DEEPEST DARK
Following
the deaths of her husband, Corey, and ten year old daughter Ellie in
a traffic accident, author Abby Miller sinks ever deeper into
depression. She contemplates suicide as a way to be with them, and to
end her unrelenting pain.
In
a last desperate effort to find peace, she drives to Loon Lake where
they last vacationed together, wanting to believe they will be
waiting for her there. At least in spirit. Barring that, the pills
Doctor Gregory gave her to help her sleep, are in her purse.
The
cabin at Loon Lake was her and Corey’s secret hideaway, and not
even Abby’s sister, Karen, to whom she is close, knows where it is.
But
someone else does. He is one of three men who have escaped from
Pennington prison. They are dangerous predators who will stop at
nothing to get what they want - and to keep from going back to
prison. Having already committed atrocious crimes, they have nothing
to lose.
Unknowingly,
Abby is on a collision course with evil itself. And the decision of
whether or live or die will soon be wrenched from her hands.
~~
"...Joan
Hall Hovey knows suspense. She keeps it simmering in every scene she
writes and knows just the right moments to turn up the heat and bring
it all to a boil. THE DEEPEST DARK is a terrific suspense novel."
James Hankins, author of BROTHERS AND BONES and SHADY CROSS
"...readers
will be chilled as they root for Abby to take back her life and
escape the Loon Lake cabin alive and breathing. Once the first page
is read in this one, nothing will be able to draw your attention
away..."
Reviewed
by Amy Lignor, author of "The Charlatan's Crown," published
by Suspense Publishing, an imprint of Suspense Magazine
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EXCERPT:
The
three dark figures moved quietly among the shadowy, rain-dripping
birches, pines and alders toward the old farmhouse where amber lights
glowed in the two lower windows. They crept with the stealth of foxes
intent upon the chickens in the hen house, hungry and deadly, already
tasting blood. And the Nichols’ actually did keep a few chickens of
their own, mainly for the fresh eggs, but not altogether for that
reason. They liked seeing them clucking and pecking about the yard;
they were good company and cost only a bit of seed. Once, they had
operated their own farm, and a fair sized one it was, too. These days
they kept a small vegetable garden and Ethel Nichols tended the
flowers that grew along the walkway and in her window boxes, mainly
morning glories in heavenly blue and pansies in shades of lavender
and sun-yellow.
In
their early eighties now, and in relatively good health, they were
enjoying the fruits of their labor in these latter years, including
the big screen TV on which they were presently watching an old rerun
of All
in the Family, one
of life’s pleasures that Hartley and Ethel shared. …
When
the commercial came on, Ethel rose from the big stuffed chair across
from her husband’s Lazy Boy. She was white-haired, ample of figure,
and quick to smile. “Cup of tea, Hartley?”
He
looked in her direction and grinned mischievously. Though his own
hair had long gone and he walked with a limp, to Ethel he was as
handsome as the first time she saw him walking into Mr. Biggar’s
class in grade nine. She could still see him as he was then, tall and
lean, with a thatch of fair hair fallen over his brow.
“Wouldn’t
mind having just a tiny slice of that apple pie you baked to go with
my tea.” An affectionate coaxing twinkled in blue eyes that had
faded only a little over the years.
Looking
at him, she mentally shook her head. He knew he had trouble getting
to sleep if he ate after he’d had his supper. “Sure,” she
said. And
it will be tiny, Mister Nichols, you can bet on that.
She had started for the kitchen when she stopped in the doorway
between the living room and kitchen, thinking she’d heard a noise
outside. She listened. Heard it again. A squeaking of the porch swing
chain?
“Did
you hear that?” she called into the living room.
“Hear
what? Didn’t hear nothin’, Ethel.”
“I’m
not sure. Sounded like... oh, I’m sure it’s nothing. The wind.”
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**SPOILER FREE**
I wanted to start this book right when I got home for the evening but wasn't able to since I had burned supper that last time I got lost in a good book. Once supper was done i was able to leave the world for awhile into another... And let me say, I'm glad I wasn't reading this book while cooking, I would have burned it again. This book is good! It will keep you from the start of the book to the end. I was up half the night reading it. So sleep was lost this go round, but when you have a book that amazing like this one you don't need the sleep but you do need to read this if you haven't yet!
*Received for an honest review*
I wanted to start this book right when I got home for the evening but wasn't able to since I had burned supper that last time I got lost in a good book. Once supper was done i was able to leave the world for awhile into another... And let me say, I'm glad I wasn't reading this book while cooking, I would have burned it again. This book is good! It will keep you from the start of the book to the end. I was up half the night reading it. So sleep was lost this go round, but when you have a book that amazing like this one you don't need the sleep but you do need to read this if you haven't yet!
*Received for an honest review*
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Joan
Hall Hovey is the definition of an ‘artist’. From her writing
that has taken the form of suspense novels, as well as short stories
and articles, this woman has not only taken the suspense world by
storm, but also dabbles in the theatre community. In addition to it
all, Joan takes the time to work with other authors, giving them the
information and help they need to embrace their talent and become a
part of the literary world.
Born
and raised in Saint John, New Brunswick, Joan has a family she
adores; including, Scamp, the family dog. She is blessed to look out
every day at the tall pine trees and the stunning view of the
Kennebecasis River. But although that view is certainly inspiring,
her fans will tell you that it is Joan’s view – the scenes and
characters within her own creative mind – that is truly
unforgettable. This is a talent who brings vibrancy to the page,
creating locations that, even in the light of day, chill fans to the
bone.
An
insatiable reader, the works of Poe, King, and other masters of the
mystery world, inspired Joan to write. And now, with her latest novel
– THE DEEPEST DARK – she once again hits the nail on the
proverbial head, drawing readers into a world of fear that will leave
them absolutely breathless.
Available
at most online bookstores.
Published
by Books We Love Inc.
https://amzn.com/B00K9E7EHY The
Deepest Dark
Official
website of Joan Hall Hovey www.joanhallhovey.com
https://www.facebook.com/joan.h.hovey
https://twitter.com/joanhh
Other
Suspense Novels by Joan Hall Hovey
Tragic
Spawn
The
Abduction of Mary Rose
Night
Corridor
Chill
Waters - winner of the Bloody Dagger Award
Nowhere
To Hide – Winner of the Eppie Award
Listen
to the Shadows
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOFddR5pYyA
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