Work in Progress Wednesday
I am working through the edits with my editor, Julie, for A Killer on Heath. She also designed this beautiful cover which shows Cassie off perfectly.
Cassie, a clairvoyant and empath, is asked to help her brother, a detective, to find a killer. One girl is dead and another is missing.
By sheer coincidence, Cassie starts dating the missing girl’s brother, Pedro. He is desperate for news, but she can’t tell him she is involved in the case for fear of damaging their relationship. Unfortunately, she hadn’t counted on his mother for doing that.
Meanwhile, it is a race against time to save Pedro’s sister. With the killer in custody, can Cassie read the signs presented to her, and get to Chantelle before she dies of neglect.
We haven’t perfected the description as yet, so this gives you a taster of what the story is about. It will change as it goes through the editing process.
My blood ran cold. It was the man on the heath. Older and jowlier than I had envisioned, neither had I seen his pot belly. There was a similarity to the drawing, but not enough to be a good likeness.
I shook my head in response to his question, feeling too stunned to speak. How could this be possible? Here, of all places?
His forehead jutted out and his hair was side parted, hanging scruffily over his face. A nose that was pointed, and jowls that wobbled round his double chin. His features were more pronounced than I had described.
Pulling out my phone, I selected my brother’s name and listened to it ringing. “Cassie,” he answered on the fourth ring. “I’m just in the middle of something—”
How could he sit there drinking coffee as if he had not a care in the world?
“I’ve got him,” I whispered, my hand cupped over the mouthpiece, cutting him off before he hung up on me.
“Got who?” His voice was suddenly alert.
“The man from the heath.”
Staring at the side of his head, I could not take my eyes from him, still unable to fathom how ordinary he looked when he carried such a dark secret. I had expected him to look like the monster he was.
Although this is, at times, a dark a story. I have also included touches of humour, like the time Cassie gets caught in a compromising position by the mother of her boyfriend. And not for the first time.
“You can stop that right now!” A shrill voice crashed into us, throwing us apart guiltily. His mother was standing in the doorway looking at us, and for a fraction of a second her eyes were on my chest. Once more she captured me in a compromising position. I felt like a child being caught doing something I shouldn’t. What is it with this woman? Couldn’t she have just waited until we returned? For pity’s sake!
If you think this is a story you might enjoy, I have a few Advance Readers Copies (ARCs) to give away. If you would like one, please contact me.