Ashes and Bones (Emma Fielding Series #6)

Ashes and Bones (Emma Fielding Series #6)

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by Dana Cameron

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Just when everything is going beautifully for archaeologist Emma Fielding — a position at a respected university, a beautiful home in New England, and the warm love of a devoted husband — her world starts to crumble. What begins as a series of seemingly innocent gestures — the anonymous delivery of gifts and flowers to Emma's family and friends —

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Just when everything is going beautifully for archaeologist Emma Fielding — a position at a respected university, a beautiful home in New England, and the warm love of a devoted husband — her world starts to crumble. What begins as a series of seemingly innocent gestures — the anonymous delivery of gifts and flowers to Emma's family and friends — soon progresses to secret, sadistic acts designed to destroy her reputation, her character, and her career.

Someone has instituted a brilliantly insidious campaign of personal terror against Emma Fielding, and she is certain she knows who it is: a cunning and dangerous enemy whom everyone but she believes is dead. But with no proof, no clues, and no allies, Emma will have to fight alone in the dark to rescue a life being rapidly reduced to ashes . . . if she can survive long enough to do so.

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In the sixth Emma Fielding adventure (after More Bitter Than Death), things are looking up for the archeologist heroine: she has the job she's always wanted, a tenured professorship at a reputable college, the respect of her peers and, most importantly, the love and support of her husband, Brian. Fortunately for readers, this idyllic period in Emma's life doesn't last long. When a series of "pranks" begins to escalate around her-starting with an ominous postcard bearing only the message "soon," followed by strange, generous gifts to her parents in Emma's name, and turning quickly to arson and murder-Emma struggles to pin down the culprit, succumbing to marriage-straining paranoia and fear. Emma is convinced that a former colleague, Tony Markham, is responsible, a theory that would make sense-Tony, a psychopathic murderer, had tried to kill Emma four years previous-were he not already dead. With plenty of twists, a well-developed supporting cast and just enough recap to bring readers new to the series up to date without sacrificing momentum, Cameron has crafted a fine suspense thriller. (Aug.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

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Emma Fielding Series, #6
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Ashes and Bones

An Emma Fielding Mystery
By Dana Cameron

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Dana Cameron
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0060554673

Chapter One

I sat on the rock by the edge of the reddish clay path, watching the Aqua Velva water churning on the toothy black rocks below. The sharp salt air was tempered with the heavy freshness of the nearby forest, and that kept the bright sunshine from being excessively hot. Seabirds, not so different from the sandpipers and seagulls I was used to, wheeled and played on the updrafts far beneath me, while still being an easy hundred feet above the water. It would only take a subtle shift of weight, merely straightening my legs at the hip, and I would slide from my narrow perch and finally find out if all those falling nightmares I'd been having lived up to the real thing. Even if I didn't hit one of those eager rocks, the impact on the water probably would break my back. I wondered if I would crash into one of the seabirds on the way down or if they would flap out of the way. But because I wasn't really feeling suicidal, I allowed myself the shiver of vertigo for another moment or two, enjoying the thrill and the view, before I very carefully got up and picked my way back down to the picnic spot that Brian had chosen. Pity about the morbidity, I thought disinterestedly, particularly when things were so perfect.

I'min what most people would call paradise, which on Earth is known as Kauai, with the man I love. I have everything I've always wanted: a tenured position, books with my name on the cover, plenty of students, hot sites to work on, and a livable if unfinished house, a genuine vacation, and I am about as much fun as a cold slate gravestone.

As a polite person, against my will I have developed into something of an adequate liar over the years, so convinced myself that I wasn't spoiling my husband Brian's vacation. He has a naturally happy disposition, particularly when the weather is warm; the booze, sex, idleness, and great food were a significant bonus. As far as our first real vacation since our honeymoon--a vacation that wasn't wrapped around a conference or research trip--it was a smashing success.

The fact that I was miserable, however, was unrelated.

I found my way down the slope and crossed the sand along the water. The beach was nearly empty, not because it was a Thursday but because we'd outlasted the other tourists and the beach wasn't any good for surfers. We could almost imagine that it was ours alone.

Physically, I felt great. I'd been catching up on my sleep. I had lost a little weight, but chalked it up to a stressful semester. No archaeologist field tan, elbow to fingers, here. I'd been super careful about the sun and could actually boast of having a tan that extended everywhere my bikini didn't, and Brian claimed the freckles that came automatically with my dark red hair were cute. The bags under my eyes had faded and most of my bruises from my Krav Maga training were gone. I'd had just enough fieldwork before coming out so that my muscles were tolerably toned and I didn't have the professorial slouch that seemed to settle in from October to May.

About twenty feet away from Brian and our towels, I remembered what was missing. I carefully smiled and waved at him. His dark brown hair was mussed from the wind and flaking out; his honey skin was glowing from the sun.

"You should have gone up," I said, sitting down. "The view was great. I could see whales way out there."

"All the views are great," he said. "Here, I've got warm sand under my butt."

"To each his own," I said. I ate the last of the mango in my fruit salad. I then flopped over on my stomach and closed my eyes. There were palm fronds rattling, and small waves endlessly lapping at the beach. The heat from the sand, eggshell white, was lulling.

"Em. You've been sleeping an awful lot lately."

His voice was tight, the sentiment came out of nowhere. Crap. I dodged it. "Since when are you opposed to napping, Lazy Boy?"

"This is something else. I mean, ever since school got out, you've either been going full tilt or you've been asleep. Here, it's been worse."

The sun turned the insides of my eyelids red and it was too bright. I turned my head to the other side, shaded my eyes, and watched the little crabs scuttling sideways just a foot away.


"It's called a vacation, Bri, or had you forgotten whose idea this was?" I sounded a lot bitchier than I meant to, but he was the one picking a fight.

There was a long sigh, and I thought he was giving it up. Then he said, "Em. The fingerprints weren't Tony's."

"What fingerprints?" I was so nearly asleep, if he could just not raise his voice or anything, I'd be off in a few moments . . .

"Don't be like that. The fingerprints on the postcard. The postcard that you got back in January, the one that could have come from your disgruntled student or even a few people who might be upset that you got them arrested. It couldn't be from Tony Markham. Tony's dead."

"Whatever." I shouldn't have answered; I was awake now. He'd pushed too many buttons in one go.

"You know, I was fine when there was still a possibility that Tony was alive, that he'd sent that card. But the police--your friend, Detective Bader--said that the prints weren't his, weren't a match for any they had in the . . . whatdoyoucallit."

"The AFIS database. Automated Fingerprint Identification System."

"Right. And the handwriting was similar, but not a real match, and there wasn't even enough to be conclusive. You saw that yourself, right?"


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Unlike H.K. I do not recieve money or free books for my evaluations. The book was dumb and boring.
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In January, Caldwell College archeology professor Emma Fielding received a post card with the word ¿soon¿ written on it. She assumes it is from Tony Markham, who tried to kill her and did murder her best friend. The police say that the fingerprint doesn¿t match his but when tTony escaped in a boat, his body was never found. While on vacation in Hawaii, she receives an anonymous gift of Lilies of the Valley, a flower that has special significance to Tony.----------- Her husband Brian calms her down feeling this is just a coincidence but when they are at the airport, Emma Believes she spots Tony but the man disappears before Brian can see him. Back home, a series of pranks on those close to Emma soon escalates into a mugging, a bullet hitting her martial arts teacher and the death of a security guard. This brings Emma to the brink of madness only the threat to Brian brings her back from the abyss.-------------- Even though all authority figures and Brian believe Tony is dead, the audience has doubts because the heroine is so sure he is the culprit. This is a predator vs. prey thriller but it is up to the audience to decide who is who. As each prank escalates another notch of violence the reader will wonder if Emma will be the last victim. Dana Cameron has written a pulse pounding, adrenaline jumping work that will appeal to sub-genre fans.------- Harriet Klausner