Carolina Reckoning [NOOK Book]

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When 30-something housewife, Alison Monaghan discovers proof of her husband's infidelity in a photograph with a mysterious woman, she must decide how to confront Frank when he returns home from work. Despite the influence of her best friend Valerie, a strong Christian, Alison remains aloof from God and is determined to handle this crisis her own way. But Alison may not get that chance. Frank never makes it home. Soon his body is found on a lonely back-country road in antebellum Weathersby Historic Park where ...
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When 30-something housewife, Alison Monaghan discovers proof of her husband's infidelity in a photograph with a mysterious woman, she must decide how to confront Frank when he returns home from work. Despite the influence of her best friend Valerie, a strong Christian, Alison remains aloof from God and is determined to handle this crisis her own way. But Alison may not get that chance. Frank never makes it home. Soon his body is found on a lonely back-country road in antebellum Weathersby Historic Park where Frank served on the board of directors and where Alison, with a degree in landscape design, was a volunteer garden docent. Homicide detective Mike Barefoot, a Cherokee native from the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, immediately puts Alison at the top of his suspect list. He finds himself drawn to her--and not just because she had motive for the crime. As an army veteran, Mike usually keeps his emotional walls high. And as a detective, he knows not to get involved with murder suspects. So why he is so attracted to Alison? Can he fight his feelings for her--and the stirrings in his heart toward God?
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  • ISBN-13: 9781426776335
  • Publisher: Abingdon Press
  • Publication date: 8/6/2013
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 99,492
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Lisa Carter is a writer and teacher whose articles have appeared in FamilyFun, MomSense, and Christian Parenting Today. As a frequent speaker and vocalist at women’s ministry events, Lisa is also the author of Carolina Reckoning, Aloha Rose, and Beneath a Navajo Moon. She and her husband have two daughters and make their home in Raleigh, North Carolina. A member of ACFW, RWA, and Sisters in Crime, Lisa enjoys traveling, quilting, and researching her next romantic adventure. Find out more at LisaCarterAuthor.com.
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Carolina Reckoning


By Lisa Carter

Abingdon Press

Copyright © 2013 Lisa Carter
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4267-5797-6


CHAPTER 1

October


Part of her wasn't surprised by what she discovered in her husband's coat pocket. In some ways, Alison felt relieved to know the truth.

Her hand tightened on the photo. She took a deep breath, the pain of betrayal stabbing at her lungs. Her chest ached with the hurt searing her heart, the effort not to fall apart overwhelming her.

But in spite of the conflicting thoughts racing through her mind, Alison relaxed her fist, smoothing the crumpled photograph of her husband, his arm around a woman in a black, old-fashioned cloche hat. She squinted in the early afternoon light, trying to make out the details. But the woman had averted her face, burying her head into Frank's chest.

Alison didn't think she knew this woman although it was hard to tell anything about her as she had both of her arms clasped around Frank's waist, pinning him as effectively as a bug on the page of an insect collection.

Make that a worm collection.

She suspected this woman was one in a long line of dalliances in which Frank had indulged, carried on in cities all over the United States, thanks to his job as a pilot with North American Air, based at the Raleigh-Durham airport.

Noting a sign in the photograph, Bay Town Suites, she stalked out of the bedroom to Frank's office. Touching the computer screen, she did a quick Internet search for the location. She wasn't the total idiot Frank liked to believe.

Fifteen minutes later, she had her answer. The hotel was located in a seedy section of San Francisco, away from the more touristy and frequented areas Frank's colleagues might be apt to visit.

Settling into the black leather desk chair, she tried to remember when Frank last made a run to San Francisco. A month ago, he would've needed the raincoat in the photo for the cool, dampness of San Fran.

How could Frank have done this to her? To their children, Claire and Justin? Anger rolled like hot, crashing waves just below the surface. She'd known something was up with Frank. He'd been less cocky, his mind preoccupied, unwilling to make eye contact, his acerbic tongue quiet for a change.

Unable to bear looking at the photo again, she tucked it into the pocket of her trousers. Restless, she made her way to the kitchen. The children would be home from school soon. Taking carrots out of the refrigerator for their snack, she caught sight of the family picture—stuck to the front of the fridge—made last summer on a Caribbean cruise.

Frank, in his favorite blue polo and khaki shorts, leaned against the ship's rail with his arm securely around her like a big cat toying with his captured prey. She'd resisted, trying to pull out of his stronghold. Sunlight glinted off the red tints in Frank's auburn hair. His Arctic blue eyes gazed at the camera intense and as confident as a flag on the Fourth of July. She never allowed herself to vent her anger, but the desire to strike back and punish terrified and electrified her, the violent turbulence stretching her nerves taut. She took a few deep, cleansing breaths and then a few more.

She couldn't fall apart. She had to think. Frank wasn't going to get away with it this time, so help her God.

If only she could believe in God at a time like this.

A key turned in the lock at the front door. Voices called.

Claire and Justin erupted into the kitchen, grappling for snacks at the counter.

As fourteen-year-old Justin stuffed a handful of baby carrots into his mouth, he came around the counter to give his mother a bone-crushing hug. She closed her eyes, smelling the lingering aromas of school, gym socks, and to her surprise, a faint trace of aftershave.

He took a seat at the kitchen island with carrots and dip beside his Algebra II book, his scuffed and worn book bag on the hardwood floor at his feet. "What's for dinner, Mom?"

She rinsed her hands, wiping them with the small hand towel she kept next to the soap. "Probably chicken." She pulled out her wooden chopping block.

Claire groaned, her head falling forward on her arms. "It's always chicken."

Her hair hung long, its color the same auburn hue as Frank's. She'd also inherited that beautiful rose complexion the Irish—or, in Frank's case, the Boston Irish—were prone to.

"Chicken is healthy." She'd reminded Claire so many times, her response felt automatic.

Claire rolled her big blue eyes with great dramatic effect and made gagging noises.

Alison eyed her daughter. "Maybe if you want more variety you should start doing some of the cooking yourself."

Claire frowned, narrowing her eyes. "When's Dad going to be home?"

"His flight gets in at six."

Claire flipped her hair behind her back. "He's probably tired of chicken, too."

Hitting too close for comfort, Alison turned her back on her daughter, chopping the fresh herbs she would put into the chicken recipe. Frank had been tired of a lot of things for a long time.

Better to keep the anger intact for Frank instead of unloading it on her teenage daughter. For the first time since marrying Frank, Alison questioned what she wanted to happen next. Could she summon the courage to demand her rights for once and divorce him? Should she?

Divorce was a scary word. Or, was it the thought of being alone? She'd married so young, she'd never been alone.

An image of her younger self, standing over her father's grave, flashed through her mind. Going from her father's house to Frank's, she never had the opportunity to manage her own finances. She had no idea how to file an income tax return or open her own checking account. She'd never held a real job.

"Your real job," Frank would say, "is to be my wife."

She couldn't ignore this by burying her head in the sand. Was this how her dad coped for all those years with her mother's drunken, promiscuous behavior, by pretending it, the elephant in the room, didn't exist?

Alison clenched her jaw. Frank wasn't getting off the hook this time. She had her children's future to consider despite the fact she'd like to smack that smug smile right off his arrogant ...

Gentle-natured like her dad, she walked away from a fight. Most of the time she ran.

She imagined the hurt that would scar Claire and Justin's lives forever, like so much notepaper—once torn into pieces—never easily repaired. She fought the urge to tear the photograph into a million pieces and pretend. Like father, like daughter.

Grinding her teeth, she bore down on the knife in her hand. The pungent scent of basil filled her nostrils.

Not this time.

"How much homework do you two have tonight?" She'd learned over the years not to ask if they had homework but simply how much.

Justin shook his wavy brown hair out of his eyes. "About an hour's worth of vocabulary. I hate English." He was a boy who liked to tinker with engines and computers, not words.

Claire rolled her eyes. "Tell us something we don't know."

A tiny smile quivered on Alison's lips, easing some of the tension. "And you, Claire?"

Her daughter dangled the lavender sandals on her feet as she balanced on the stool. "A little English lit and history. Nothing I can't handle. But there's not too much I find I can't handle."

An acrid taste filled Alison's mouth.

Justin responded before she could, patting Claire on the head like an Irish setter. "You know what they say about pride, my ever humble big sister."

"What's that, stinky little brother?"

Justin laughed, walking out of the kitchen with his notebook under his arm. "Pride bites the dirt the moment you trip over it and fall on your face."

She looked at her daughter. Like father, like daughter?

Not this time. Not if she could help it.


* * *

Mike Barefoot hated grocery stores. He hated the sight of love-struck young newlyweds too besotted with each other to notice they were blocking the aisle. Grocery stores should be like his former army missions in the Gulf. Get in, target your objective, and get out.

Instead, a preschooler with a miniature-sized cart plowed over his toes. He blinked and clenched his jaw to keep from cursing.

"Sorry." The child's mother wore an expression as overburdened as her cart. A toddler stuffed chubby fistfuls of crackers into a mouth surrounded by a none-too-clean face. The mother also lugged a prostrate infant, slung onto her back, cradleboard-style, like his Cherokee ancestors.

"Tell the nice man you're sorry for hurting him, Billy." She shoved her one mobile offspring forward. The pint-sized cart's back wheels ran over his other foot.

He gritted his teeth.

Billy scowled, his eyes narrowed into slits. "Sorry."

Great. Give it fifteen years. He'd be arresting this one for serial murder.

Mike balanced the green wire basket over his forearm and sidestepped the freak show. All he'd wanted was a TV dinner, the one time he wanted a home-cooked meal and not takeout. Why did the store change up the products on the aisles every time he dropped by? Not that he dropped by often. Fast food was an American way of life for a reason ... because it was fast.

He dodged a couple of college boys toting large cartons of beer to the cashier—might be wise to let Traffic be on the lookout for that particular frat party. He sidled past a Female with a smile the size of an alligator—and yes, noting those rapier-length nails, a female with a capital F. Did he have "lonely and desperate" tattooed on his face? That Female was a man-eater. He'd stake his grandfather's farm in the Blue Ridge on it.

For crying out loud, couldn't a guy get some dinner and a little peace? After the totally uncalled for and totally unexpected public tantrum of his last so-called girlfriend—he'd forgotten to call and cancel dinner when a murder/suicide thing happened, but he'd been busy at the time—he was wise and wary now when it came to women.

A thin, liver-spotted hand tapped him on the arm. "Young man?"

He gazed down into the cherubic face of an elderly woman.

"Would you be so kind as to hand me a can of green beans?" She gave his arm a playful squeeze. "I don't know why the manager insists on placing items so high on the shelves."

Inbred politeness—the cultural curse of the Southerner—and his granny's former training kicked in. "Yes, ma'am." His 6'4" frame had served him well, whether on the football field or coming to the rescue of elderly ladies. "I'd be happy to help you."

His former sour mood vanished, warmth pervading his being. He could almost hear the echoes of his granny's determined Sunday school efforts. The best way to stop feeling sorry for yourself was to help somebody else. The oneness of humanity—

The old lady rammed the can against his chest, the beatific smile erased. "The French-cut beans. Are you stupid or something?"

"Or something," he growled, handing her another can, Frenchcut this time. So much for the training of childhood. He wondered as he watched her scuttle away without so much as a backward glance—much less a thank-you—if there was anything he could charge her with.

Obstruction of a police officer on a grocery run? Disrespectful and disorderly conduct toward an officer of the law in North Carolina? Assault against a bona fide Raleigh homicide detective? The sharp metal can against his ribs had hurt.

He'd bet his granny's prize-winning apple pie there were bodies buried in that old broad's backyard. His stomach rumbled at the thought of pie. Where did they hide TV dinners—and pies—in this warehouse they called a grocery store? What he'd give for a slice of granny's pie. Or a glimpse, just one more time, of her laugh-lined face.

Mike needed to go home. His real home, not the apartment where he parked his clothes. It had been way too long. He missed the rainbow quilt of rhododendrons on the mountainside. The silvery flash of trout in the stream. The haunting hoot of the owl that lived in the rafters of the barn.

No home to go back to, gone with the death of the grandparents who'd raised him. His only living relative—his niece, Brooke, whose tuition bills cluttered his home office—would be away at school until summer break.

As he yanked open the freezer door, the air-conditioning hit him in the face like a blast of ice. He reared. He'd been in morgues less chilling.

The cell phone in his front pocket vibrated. Letting the freezer door slam shut, he wiggled the phone out and scanned the number. Dispatch. With the department shorthanded, following his partner's delivery and subsequent maternity leave, he was on call 24/7.

So much for a home-cooked dinner. So much for a quiet evening.

Murder never took a night off.


* * *

The dinner hour had come and gone. Frank was still a no-show. With their homework done, baths taken, and clothes ironed and laid ready for the early alarm of high school, Justin and Claire were as tucked into bed as you could tuck teenagers.

Frank had done this before. The kids knew they'd see him when they saw him. But if he thought he could outlast her this time, Frank had another thought coming.

Alison jumped at the shrilling of the phone and glanced at the caller ID. It was Val, her best friend and confidante since college, who was never one of Frank's biggest fans. She started to pick it up, then reconsidered, letting her hand fall to her side.

She'd have to fake it or Val would know right away something was wrong. And once Val got a hold of that, she'd be like black spot on roses until Alison cracked and told her everything. She squelched the urge to pour out her soul.

Not just yet. Val might tell her something she didn't want to hear. Like what God would want her to do.

She schooled her features into a mask of calm before she picked up the phone as if Val could see her through the telephone wires. She imagined her thirty-something friend reclining on the sofa in her den, her feet up and over the armrest, running ever-busy fingers through her crop of short brown curls, rumpling them in the process.

"Ali? The house is ours!" Val gushed. "We are the new owners of the two-story brick Colonial only five minutes from you."

She waited a beat too long.

"What's Frank done now?"

They'd known each other far too long for secrets.

"I can't talk about it until I've spoken with Frank tonight, but I promise I'll call you tomorrow." Her voice wavered.

A silence. She used the time to get control of the sudden unexpected tears she hadn't known were hovering on the edge of her eyelids.

"If you need me or Stephen ..."

Did Val imagine that kind of thing went down over here? Frank preferred to wound with words, not fists. Words weren't as visible

She managed a weak laugh. "No worries. Nothing like that."

"At the risk of your continuing scorn through every crisis of your life," Val sighed, "I only bring this up because I care."

"Continuing crises, huh?" She laughed with genuine mirth this time. "You make me sound like Scarlett O'Hara."

"You will be in my prayers all night. If I can do anything for you ..."

"Whatever works." She replied to Val's gentle prodding. Val never shoved her religion—correction, Val called it her relationship with Jesus Christ—in anybody's face. Val understood all too well why Alison felt so estranged from God. Val had been the only one there with her on the worst day of her life.

"You better not forget to call me when you get a chance. Remember I'm always in your corner and so is God."

Clicking the phone off, Alison wondered why everyone abandoned or betrayed her in the end. Except for Val. And Val would be the first to tell her everyone deserved a second chance.

But a sixth chance, or a twelfth?

The beginnings of a small, secret smile lurked at the corners of her lips. If Frank refused to cooperate, she would make sure the entire community knew every sordid, despicable detail of his miserable life.

She quashed the thought there might be a less brutal, wiser way to handle things.

At first, he would deny her allegations. Then, he'd rage, declaring she didn't have the guts to go public. Frank's problem, she reflected not for the first time, was he never knew when to quit, to leave it alone and fight another day. But she knew what moved Frank, what got him up in the morning. With a certainty grounded on Frank's overweening pride, she had him.

And he would hate her for it.

Alison could hear Val's gentle voice in her ear reproving her.

So what if he hated her?

Kicking off her flats, she curled up on the loveseat in the front room with its excellent view of the street. She was tired—probably what Frank was counting on—but everything that would make life worth living depended on her not giving in this time. She reviewed in her mind the events of the last few months, every put-down, every argument.

Like a soldier preparing for battle, she harnessed the tattered remains of her inner strength—whatever strength Frank hadn't succeeded yet in slashing—gathering the few shreds of what was left of her identity.

What was there about her people found so difficult to love? All her life ... She winced at the memory of her mother walking away, the smell of the freshly turned loamy soil lingering in the air.

If only she could be like Val. Fighting her aloneness, at this moment, she envied Val her loving God. She wished someone, anyone, would love her like that.
(Continues...)


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  • Posted October 29, 2013

    I received this book free in exchange for my opinion! Carolina R

    I received this book free in exchange for my opinion!
    Carolina Reckoning is a thriller infused with emotion that will take you on an edge of your seat adventure.  I was so thrilled with the pace of this book.  I really found myself reading faster and faster so I could see what would happen.  I love the fact that in some troubling circumstances the characters go to God for help and don't rely on others to come to their rescue and that the ultimate happiness is found in Him.
    The rich history of the Weathersby was almost a character of it's own.  I could picture the lush gardens and offices where Allison worked.
    I really came to adore the characters and became invested in their struggles.  I felt as though I was going through the story with them and to me that means great story telling!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 16, 2014

    Carolina Reckoning is a "Christian Mystery", set in pr

    Carolina Reckoning is a "Christian Mystery", set in present-day North Carolina.  The story opens with Alison, the protagonist, finding a picture of her husband, Frank,  and another woman taken during one of his trips out of town; he is a pilot who travels extensively and is commonly regarded as an adulterer, but she had never had the actual proof of his liaisons.  While she waits on the couch so she can confront him immediately upon his return, she falls asleep only to be awakened by local police informing her that Frank has been murdered.  The plot takes Alison on a journey to seek the truth about her husband and his murder, which becomes a journey into her own self and what she wants for her family.

        I received a free copy of this book through Goodreads First Reads, in exchange for an honest review.   After reading the first 100 pages or so, I have to admit that I was a little afraid of what this review would look like.  The novel started out with a "bang" (literally), but immediately began throwing in character transformations, even before we got to know the characters.  I found the beginning a little "disjointed" and unbelievable; I'll spare details to prevent spoilers.  I am so glad I kept reading, however, because the pace of the book suddenly picked up, and quickly became a "page turner".  I started getting invested in the characters, the intriguing mystery, and where this story may be leading.  In the end, I was quite satisfied.  Not only did I get a great mystery, but a great story about the journey into oneself and what it takes to find your own strength, independent of others.  I look forward to reading Lisa Carter's next book, Beneath a Navajo Moon.

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  • Posted February 25, 2014

    I sooo enjoyed this book.  I am a fan of mysteries and I always

    I sooo enjoyed this book.  I am a fan of mysteries and I always love it when I can't identify the whodunnit until the end of the book.  This book keeps me guessing the whole time.  The message of hope also rings out throughout the book as we develop the characters in our mind.  Easy and fast reading in its finest.

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  • Posted November 1, 2013

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    I really enjoyed this whodunnit with so many suspects, it'll mak

    I really enjoyed this whodunnit with so many suspects, it'll make your head spin! I really liked Alison and Mike and I loved that we got both of their perspectives, along with her daughter's. I liked that there were so many aspects to the story, from her grief to wanting to solve his murder to being torn between two men but also being terrified because of her shambles of a marriage. I also liked that we got to see from the perspective of unbelievers who start to wonder about God and watch their relationships with God progress. There were some sweet romantic moments and a lot of suspense as Alison doesn't always think before she leaps! I also love history, so the setting of a historic plantation being restored was great. I highly recommend this book if you like suspense and mysteries and I look forward to reading more by this author!

    I received this book free from Abingdon Press in exchange for an honest review.

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  • Posted October 30, 2013

    Carolina Reckoning, by Lisa Carter, was the type of book I love

    Carolina Reckoning, by Lisa Carter, was the type of book I love to read, mystery with a little romance.

    Alison Monaghan, the deceased’s wife and now the suspect, was a very courageous person. I don’t think I could have gone to work near the place where someone special was murdered, like she did. She even spent a lot of time with people who could have murdered Frank, the husband.

    I liked her two children, best friend, and Homicide detective Mike Barefoot. They were supportive and courageous as well. They are the type of people I would like to have in my corner when things aren’t going well.

    I recommend Carolina Reckoning to anyone who likes suspense and romance.

    Disclosure of Material Connection- I received Carolina Reckoning by Lisa Carter for free from Abingdon Press. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255.

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  • Posted October 30, 2013

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    Carolina Reckoning is the kind of suspense novel I enjoy¿one wit

    Carolina Reckoning is the kind of suspense novel I enjoy—one with enough mystery to keep my inner suspense-lover intrigued and enough romance to satisfy the romantic in me. It also isn't remotely gory or supernatural—something I don't enjoy in a suspense novel.

    I especially appreciated the way Christianity is portrayed in the novel. At the beginning, neither Alison nor Mike has any relationship with God. But the Christians around them model Christ in such a way that they both long to know Him. Author Lisa Carter weaves faith into the novel in an organic way—never does she come off as preachy.

    I did have a little trouble following the twists and turns that ultimately led to Frank's killer, and I think that's because I couldn't remember all of the characters. While the main characters (and even those in fairly large supporting roles) were distinct and fleshed out, those on the periphery seemed to blend together. So when the truth began coming to light, I found myself going, "OK, who was that again?" If I'd had a better handle on those characters, I think I would have enjoyed the payoff more.

    That said, I did greatly enjoy Carolina Reckoning. It's suspenseful and romantic and points the reader to Christ, three things that make reading Carolina Reckoning a positive experience.

    Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a copy of this book for review from Abingdon Press.  I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.

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  • Posted October 30, 2013

    This book starts out like any other secular style book where the

    This book starts out like any other secular style book where the wife finds out the husband is cheating and seeks to no longer take his affairs.. but hang in there! Through the mourning process Alison becomes a Christian and has belief that her husband Frank had done the same just prior to his murder. He has left behind some evidence and letters for Alison and her two children illuding to his new found belief in Jesus and asking for forgiveness. It is like he knows someone is after him, and Alison is even targeted when she goes to the spot where he was killed.



    There are ALOT of characters in the book. It got a bit overwhelming at first with all of the board members and friends of Valerie's. I had to back track to try to remember different characters and got confused quite often at first. Maybe just a few too many for me. I was still working with Alison through the mourning so it was hard to grab hold of these characters and who wore what color lipstick.



    I did love the focus and discipleship of Alison as a new believer. I did like how the pastor and his family embraced them and sought to make sense of the mess that they were in. It wasn't in your face gospel, but enough for non believers to see and possibly consider a relationship with Jesus when there is no hope.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2013

    Having read many, many mystery and suspense novels, I can say wi

    Having read many, many mystery and suspense novels, I can say with absolute honesty that this is a MUST read! This story will lead you through many ups and downs within the lives of the characters and their relationship, growing bit by bit, with Christ. If you love to get lost in the story, you will love being in this one. It will also leave you guessing until the very end!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2013

    I started this yesterday morning and finished it at about Oh say

    I started this yesterday morning and finished it at about Oh say about 10:30 last night lol. Carolina Reckoning is part romance, part suspence and part history in some ways. The main part of the story is about Alison and the emotions of confirming her husbands infidelity and the long ago collapse of her marriage. It's also about discovering her husband has "discovered" God shortly before his death and is in the process of correcting some major mistakes and getting ready to confess them to her. Alison has her best friend to encourage and support her as she works her way through the muddle her husband left her and ends up learning to lean on God and stand up for herself.

    Mike Barefoot is a police officer who has trusted 1 to many women with his emotions and has given up on God altogether even though he was raised by his Granny who was a very strong Christian woman. He starts out believing that there is a strong chance that Alison murdered her husband but ends up changing his tune in more than one way.

    Carolina Reckoning is a bit light. It's not an emotional rollercoaster and won't reach down and touch you somewhere deep in your heart - but the salvation message is there and watching both Alison and Mike learn to lean on God and trust that he truly is there for us was really nice to watch. I loved the ending - not for the romance but for the conclusion to the mystery that sorta surprised me. It wasn't the "who dun it" I thought it would be but the mystery itself and the reasons behind it were interesting. It's a perfect book for a cold blizzardy or rainy day and would make a great gift for someone who enjoys reading late at night.

    Disclaimer: I was given a copy of the book to read and review on GivingNSharing. I was not required to have a positive review and no $$ exchanged hands. Thanks for reading!

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  • Posted September 24, 2013

    From the back cover: Alison wanted her husband gone, not dead...

    From the back cover: Alison wanted her husband gone, not dead...

    When 30-something housewife, Alison Monaghan discovers proof of her husband's infidelity in a photograph with a mysterious woman, she must decide how to confront Frank when he returns home from work. Despite the influence of her best friend Valerie, a strong Christian, Alison remains aloof from God and is determined to handle this crisis her own way. But Alison may not get that chance. Frank never makes it home. Soon his body is found on a lonely back-country road in antebellum Weathersby Historic Park where Frank served on the board of directors and where Alison, with a degree in landscape design, was a volunteer garden docent.

    Homicide detective Mike Barefoot, a Cherokee native from the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, immediately puts Alison at the top of his suspect list. He finds himself drawn to her--and not just because she had motive for the crime. As an army veteran, Mike usually keeps his emotional walls high. And as a detective, he knows not to get involved with murder suspects. So why he is so attracted to Alison? Can he fight his feelings for her--and find the killer before Alison becomes the next target?

    Carolina Reckoning starts with a bang, literally! Allison Monaghan and Mike Barefoot were both strong characters with flaws, which made them approachable and as a reader I felt drawn into their lives. As with a mystery, it was fast paced, making a quick read. Even though a lot happens during the course of the book, with red herrings galore, Lisa Carter ties up all the loose ends for the reader.

    For those readers who live in North Carolina, there is an especially nice touch in that the author paints vivid pictures of local flavor. If you enjoy mysteries, this is the book for you.

    I received this book from the publisher Abingdon Press to read and review. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 55.

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  • Posted August 20, 2013

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    Lisa Carter in her new book, "Carolina Reckoning" publ

    Lisa Carter in her new book, "Carolina Reckoning" published by Abingdon Press takes us into the life of Alison Monaghan.




    From the back cover: Alison wanted her husband gone, not dead...




    When 30-something housewife, Alison Monaghan discovers proof of her husband's infidelity in a photograph with a mysterious woman, she must decide how to confront Frank when he returns home from work. Despite the influence of her best friend Valerie, a strong Christian, Alison remains aloof from God and is determined to handle this crisis her own way. But Alison may not get that chance. Frank never makes it home. Soon his body is found on a lonely back-country road in antebellum Weathersby Historic Park where Frank served on the board of directors and where Alison, with a degree in landscape design, was a volunteer garden docent.




    Homicide detective Mike Barefoot, a Cherokee native from the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, immediately puts Alison at the top of his suspect list. He finds himself drawn to her--and not just because she had motive for the crime. As an army veteran, Mike usually keeps his emotional walls high. And as a detective, he knows not to get involved with murder suspects. So why he is so attracted to Alison? Can he fight his feelings for her--and find the killer before Alison becomes the next target?




    Marital infidelity. Alison has all the evidence to prove her husband's womanizing and plans to confront him with it. All she wants is to get rid of him and be on with her life. She never gets the chance. Someone kills him. And all the evidence points to her as the killer. Now what? Well the same way she got the evidence to prove his infidelity she sets out to find the murderer. Mike Barefoot is the cop assigned to the case. He's got his hands full. Not only is he attracted to Alison he also has to keep her alive long enough to find the real killer and stop him. Get ready for a mystery that is going to keep you flipping pages a mile a minute as you try to find out what will happen next. Red herrings, murder attempts and romance this book has it all. I really don't think you will guess who the murderer is before the reveal and you will be pleasantly surprised. Ms. Carter does an outstanding job of bringing her characters to life and you really want their romance to succeed. I am already looking forward to more from this talented author.




    Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Abingdon Press for this review. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."

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