Spring has finally arrived and with it new life abounds.
Robins are singing. Daffodils, azaleas, tulips, and trees
of all kinds are blooming. So it seems particularly fitting that DEATH PROMISE,
my new romantic suspense mystery thriller,
was published on May 2nd.
This has also made me reflect on the following: What
causes a writer to consider investing the time, energy and effort into the
creation of a book or any written work for that matter? With DEATH PROMISE, the
idea actually took some years to develop.
I had encouragement in the sense that Encircle, my
publisher, found me rather than vice versa. I’ll explain since this is rather
unusual. DEATH PROMISE is a sequel to DEATH LEGACY, a novel originally
published by Five Star/Cengage in hardcover and large print hardcover. The
novel received excellent reviews from the major review publications such as
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY and BOOKLIST among others. Harlequin Worldwide Mystery
brought out a paperback edition while a different publisher opted for e-book
rights. The novel proved popular with many readers. This encouraged me to write
another book featuring the two main characters. Originally, I conceived of
DEATH LEGACY as a stand alone romantic mystery. However, my subconscious
insisted that Michelle and Daniel really needed at least one more good story.
When Five Star/Cengage dropped their mystery line, many of
us who wrote mysteries for that publisher were hurt.
Although a small publisher, Encircle took on a number of orphaned Five Star authors. Encircle has
turned out to be professional to work with. They provided good editing and we
worked on cover art together with satisfactory results.
You can check out
the description of this new novel at:
DEATH
PROMISE is now available from:
and many
other booksellers.
Positive reviews
are starting to be posted.
From Mel Jacob at
Gumshoe Mystery Review:
“The
romance between Daniel and Michelle is incendiary with plenty of heat.
Nonetheless, they work well together to catch a killer. She struggles with
wanting love and not wanting to give up her dangerous work.”
*****
“This is a nice blend of suspense and romance with
lots of action to keep the pages turning.”
Lelia Taylor, Buried Under Books, May 2018
*****
Here’s a
shortened excerpt from near the beginning of DEATH PROMISE:
Dr.
Daniel Reiner was finishing a turkey sandwich at his desk during his lunch
break. The morning had proved hectic. The Park Avenue
practice was a busy one. Things had really picked up in the past year. A lot of
that was due to Morris Lerner, his partner and fellow psychiatrist. Morris had
a thriving practice before Daniel joined him. Morris had too many clients and
was looking for a younger doctor who could take some of the burden. Morris also
had a demanding wife and two young children. He needed and wanted to spend more
time with his family. Daniel, unattached and just starting out, was a good fit.
The association was working out well.
Cheryl, their receptionist, buzzed him. Daniel picked up the
phone.
“Are you taking calls now?” He appreciated Cheryl’s pleasant
Midwestern accent.
“Yes, all done with lunch. When’s my next appointment?”
“You’ve still got a half hour. I think this call might be
personal rather than a patient.”
“Okay, put the caller through.”
He heard the click. “Hello, how can I help you?”
“Maybe you can, maybe not. Are you Daniel Reiner? Son of
David Reiner?”
He confirmed that he was indeed Daniel Reiner as he wiped
away some stinging mustard from the corner of his mouth with a paper napkin.
“You don’t know me but I was married to your father.” The
woman’s voice was deep as if she were a chain smoker.
“Then I guess you know my father and I haven’t been in
contact for many years.”
“Yeah, I know. He told me about your mother. Tough break.”
Daniel felt a visceral pain. He was
raised by his grandparents after his mother died. Mom was a beautiful woman,
loving and vital. She developed ovarian cancer and died too young. He was only
a young child at the time but knew he wanted to be a doctor and save as many
lives as possible. He found out years later that surgery wasn’t for me. So he
set out to heal people’s minds instead of their bodies.
The woman cleared her throat. “The
thing is I don’t know if you were aware but your father died a year ago.”
He felt nothing. He should have felt
something but found he could not. Not for the father who had abandoned an
orphaned child. Daniel realized his father had been out of his life too long
for it to matter. It was as if when his mother died and his father left him
with his maternal grandparents, the man had also ceased to exist. Sad but true.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said,
his voice lacking emotion, sounding formal and wooden to his own ears.
“Thanks, but your father and I were
divorced for close to ten years. The thing is I looked you up because I thought
maybe you’d like to know you have a sister.” The woman cleared her throat
again.
Daniel’s posture straightened. “Your
daughter?”
“Yes, mine and your father’s.”
“How old is she?”
“Seventeen. She’ll be eighteen in six
months.”
Daniel tapped a pen against an open
notebook on his desk. This was surprising news. He wondered if his grandparents
had known and just not told him. He shook his head. That wasn’t their style.
They were very open people. Decent, hard-working, honest. No, they would have
told him. He conjectured this woman wanted something from him. If she just
intended to connect, she’d have called him a long time ago. His years of
training in the field of psychiatry taught him to think analytically without a
lot of emotional baggage. He said nothing, waiting for her to continue.
“I guess you’d like to know more
about your dad.”
“Not really. I gave up on him a long
time ago.”
The woman let out a small, mirthless
laugh. “Yeah, me too. We got that in common. I’m Tiffany, by the way, Tiffany
Tyler. I’m a cocktail waitress in Vegas. The thing is I’m planning to remarry
soon. I’m kind of at loose ends with my daughter Beth—your sister. When your
dad and I split up, it was hard for me to manage. I worked late hours. It was
tough having a kid around. So I sent her to a boarding school. Well, that’s
finished now and I’m planning to remarry.”
“So you said.” Daniel was becoming
impatient. He tapped his pen again.
“I left Beth with my cousin, Robert
Tyler. He lives in Vegas too. I’m going to San Francisco in the morning. Meeting my fiancé
there. In his business he travels a lot. We’ll be off to Thailand and other places in Asia. The thing is my cousin, Rob, well,
he’s a professional gambler. Kind of a restless guy. He isn’t someone Beth
should have to live with for any length of time. I can only see leaving her with
him as a temporary kind of thing. You know?”
No, he didn’t know. Daniel wondered
what the woman was getting at in her rambling. “Can’t you take your daughter
with you?”
“There are reasons I can’t do that.”
The woman sounded defensive as well as nervous. “I’ve been doing some checking.
I hear you’re a doctor there in New York. Beth is real adaptable. Maybe she
could live with you for a little while?”
At first, Daniel was too stunned to
respond, although he knew he had to say something.
“I hate to ask but could you come and
get her? She’s a good kid and wouldn’t be any trouble. When she’s eighteen, she
can be on her own.”
“Tiffany, no offense, but you’re a
total stranger. How do I know anything you’re telling me is true?”
“I can prove it. Your father signed
her birth certificate. I have our marriage license. I’ll send you all that
information. Just come for Beth.”
“Ms. Tyler, who told you where to
find me?”
She emitted a small, embarrassed
laugh. “Your father kept in touch with some cousins in New York. He was proud when he learned how
you became a doctor in the city. Boasted how he had such a smart son.”
That wasn’t what Daniel expected to
hear. How sad that he knew so little about David Reiner. And now his father was
dead and he would never know.
#
The following day was
sunny but chilly, a true autumn in New York afternoon. Daniel finished with his
patients earlier than expected because his final appointment of the day called
to cancel and reschedule. He decided to walk from his office on Park Avenue over to the Citicorp building on Lexington Avenue where International Consultants had
offices. It was only a ten-block walk down to the area between 53rd and 54th Street. A perfect day for a walk. His last
patient left at four; that gave him just enough time to get over before the
offices would likely close at five. He was determined to talk to Michelle
Hallam if she was there. He reached her skyscraper office building feeling
exhilarated by the brisk exercise.
#
Daniel told
Michelle about Tiffany Tyler and his supposed half-sister, Beth. Michelle
listened politely without interrupting him, her face expressionless.
When he finished
his brief narrative, she finally spoke. “This cousin with whom the young girl
is staying, you were given his name and address, were you not? It should be a
simple matter to phone him and arrange for the girl to come to New York. You could
e-mail her a plane ticket.”
Daniel shook his
head. “I’m not that dense. I checked out the cousin yesterday. No one answers
his cell phone. He lives in an apartment complex. I was able to get hold of the
manager. He told me something troubling. Apparently the cousin owed back rent.
No one’s seen him for several days. He hasn’t returned. I called several more
times. I really was persistent.”
“I believe that,”
she said with a small smile.
“I got the
manager to use his key to open the apartment. He claimed there was no one
present and the place was devoid of belongings. There’s no forwarding address.”
Michelle raised
her chin and worried her lower lip. “That is troubling.”
“Now you
understand why I want your help.”
She faced him.
“You know that most of what I deal with involves international matters. I could
situate you with someone in Las Vegas who could look
into the matter and find out what happened to your sister. That would be best.”
Daniel shook his
head. “No one else would be as thorough as you are. Incidentally, I tried to
call Tiffany Tyler and it went to voice mail. I left several messages for her.
This whole thing is weird. I need to get out to Las Vegas and look into
it. I want you to come with me.”
Michelle let out
a deep sigh. “I’ll be in D.C. for several days. We’re handling a rather
delicate diplomatic matter there. However, it shouldn’t take long. I will call
you when I return and we’ll set up a trip.”
“You’re going to
D.C.? District of Crime?”
“Not amusing,”
she said with a frown. “In the meantime, phone the manager of the complex again
and see if he has any news. And don’t give up on this Tiffany Tyler person
either.”
Daniel told her
he wouldn’t. If he did in fact have a half-sister and the girl needed help, he
was willing to do what he could for her. He sensed something amiss here. Every
instinct told him that this was not going to be a simple matter. He hadn’t lied
when he told Michelle that he needed her help.
She was no
ordinary private investigator. Michelle Hallam ran a highly specialized
consulting firm. She came from a diplomatic British family. Her uncle had been
an MI6 operative. Michelle was trained by him. When he passed away, she inherited
the business. Daniel didn’t ask too many questions in the time they were
together. He knew the work she did could be dangerous. It had in fact almost
gotten them both killed the previous year.
My hope is that readers like you will
read this novel and enjoy it.
If you do, your
review would be appreciated!
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