As my fans already know, my sister is a co-author of
Beyond the Point, due out this Fall. For those of you who have read
Eureka Point,
Beyond the Point is the sequel, and you'll be able to follow the mystery and intrigue, and of course the romances between Lizzie and Tom, and also new characters, Abby and Scott.
The even better news is, my sister, Linda and I are already working on another book in the series! Moonlight Cove will hopefully be submitted, contracted and released in the spring of 2012.
For those of you hooked on this series, here's an excerpt (PG) from
Beyond the Point:
Lizzie peered out of the back kitchen window and looked at the dead tree way out in the meadow, beyond the left side of the back yard. She thought back to the night when that tree had been struck by lightening. It had been the same night the electricity had been knocked out in a storm that blew through, welcoming her to her new home here.
What a night that had been. She was alone and Tom, who’d hit his head when they’d been in that horrible car accident, was lying unconscious in a hospital bed. How lucky for her that he regained consciousness and his memory two days later. She’d had to fend for herself in a new place and this new house.
She suddenly realized that the wind was really picking up, and she could hear the leaves as they orchestrated a continuous rustle. "So much for dining outside this evening," she said aloud, as if she was talking to someone.
Talking to myself, not a good sign. She laughed as she thought about her mother who used to say that it was okay to talk to yourself, as long as you didn’t get an answer.
As she watched the limited light of the day slowly slide into dusk, a chill ran down her spine. She turned to grab her sweater from the back of the kitchen chair, when she, out of pure surprise, was abruptly compelled to stop when a sudden movement at the edge of the property, where the woods met the yard, caught her eye.
What was that? Lizzie rubbed her tired eyes. She tried to focus on the area where she had seen the movement. As a baby deer emerged from behind a large tree, she let out a sigh of relief.
Get a grip. Maybe I’ve been reading too many murder mysteries.
