In the Bleak Midwinter: A Clare Fergusson and Russ Van Alstyne Mysteryby Julia Spencer-Fleming
It's a cold, snowy December in the upstate New York town of Millers Kill, and newly ordained Clare Fergusson is on thin ice as the first female priest of its small Episcopal church. The ancient regime running the parish covertly demands that she prove herself as a leader. However, her blunt manner, honed by years as an army pilot, is meeting with a chilly reception
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It's a cold, snowy December in the upstate New York town of Millers Kill, and newly ordained Clare Fergusson is on thin ice as the first female priest of its small Episcopal church. The ancient regime running the parish covertly demands that she prove herself as a leader. However, her blunt manner, honed by years as an army pilot, is meeting with a chilly reception from some members of her congregation and Chief of Police Russ Van Alystyne, in particular, doesn't know what to make of her, or how to address "a lady priest" for that matter.
The last thing she needs is trouble, but that is exactly what she finds. When a newborn baby is abandoned on the church stairs and a young mother is brutally murdered, Clare has to pick her way through the secrets and silence that shadow that town like the ever-present Adirondack mountains. As the days dwindle down and the attraction between the avowed priest and the married police chief grows, Clare will need all her faith, tenacity, and courage to stand fast against a killer's icy heart.
In the Bleak Midwinter is one of the most outstanding Malice Domestic winners the contest has seen. The compelling atmosphere-the kind of very cold and snowy winter that is typical of upstate New York-will make you reach for another sweater. The characters are fully and believably drawn and you will feel like they are your old friends and find yourself rooting for them every step of the way.
One of the most impressive "first" crime novels I've read. A priest, a cop, a baby on the doorstep, and a lot of snow combined with suspenseful results for one great book.
-Charlaine Harris, author of Shakespeare's Counselor
Don't miss this one! You'll be rooting for Clare Fergusson in this engaging and vital mystery.
-April Henry, author of the Claire Montrose mysteries and Learning to Fly
Filled with many twists and turns...[a] warm tale.
Fleming hits a grand slam with In the Bleak Midwinter. The tension is constant. The dialogue is dead-on. The characters are interesting, thought provoking, and honest. The prose soars above the quality usually found in this genre. To top it all off, the story twists and turns to the last page.
Julia Spencer-Fleming is already a winner, but she deserves a triple crown. In a strong, distinctive voice, she sets her characters down In the Bleak Midwinter and pits them against public murder, personal demons, and the power of nature itself.
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In the Bleak Midwinter
By Julia Spencer-Fleming
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2002 Julia Spencer-Fleming
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It was one hell of a night to throw away a baby. The cold pinched at Russ Van Alstyne's nose and made him jam his hands deep into his coat pockets, grateful that the Washington County Hospital had a police parking spot just a few yards from the ER doors. A flare of red startled him, and he watched as an ambulance backed out of its bay silently, lights flashing. The driver leaned out of his window, craning to see his way between cement rails.
"Kurt! Hey! Anything for me?"
The driver waved at Russ. "Hey, Chief. Nope. Heart attack stabilized and heading for Glens Falls. You heard about the baby?"
"That's why I'm here."
Kurt continued to back out, almost to the end of the parking lot. "Jesum, hard to imagine sumpin' like that here in Millers Kill —" The rest of his commentary was lost as he heeled the ambulance into the road. Russ waved, then pushed open the antiquated double doors to the emergency department.
His glasses fogged up within seconds in the moist heat of the foyer. He pulled off the wire frames and rubbed them with the end of his scarf, mentally cursing the myopia that had finally led him, at forty-eight, to cave in and wear the damn things full time. His stomach ached and his knee was bothering him and for a moment he wished he had taken that security consulting job in Phoenix like his wife had wanted.
"Hey! Chief!" A blurry form in brown approached him. Russ tucked his glasses over his ears and Mark Durkee, one of his three night-shift officers, snapped into focus. As usual, the younger man was spit-and-polished within an inch of his life, making Russ acutely aware of his own non-standard-issue appearance: wrinkled wool pants shoved into salt-stained hunting boots, his oversized tartan muffler clashing with his regulation brown parka. Hell, Mark was probably too young to get a cold neck, even with the back of his head shaved almost bald.
"Hey, Mark," Russ said. "Talk to me."
The officer waved his chief down the drab green hallway toward the emergency room. The place smelled of disinfectant and bodies, with a whiff of cow manure left over by the last farmer who had come in straight from the barn. "Man, it's like something out of an old Bing Crosby movie, Chief. The priest at Saint Alban's found the little guy bundled up at the door of the church. The doctor's checking him out now."
"How's the baby look?"
"Fine, as far as they can tell. He was wrapped up real well, and the doc says he probably wasn't out in the cold more'n a half hour or so." Russ's sore stomach eased up. He'd seen a lot over the years, but nothing shook him as much as an abused child. He'd had one baby-stuffed-in-a-garbage-bag case when he'd been an MP in Germany, and he didn't care to ever see one again.
Mark and Russ nodded to the admissions nurse standing guard between the ER waiting room and the blue-curtained alcove where patients got their first look-see. "Evening, Alta," Russ said. "How's business?" The waiting room, decorated with swags of tired tinsel and a matching silver tree, was empty except for a teenager sprawled over one of the low sofas.
"Slow," the nurse said, buzzing them into the emergency treatment area. "Typical Monday night." The old linoleum floors carried the rattle of gurney wheels and the squeak of rubber-soled shoes.
"Over there," Mark said, pointing. Framed by limp white curtains dangling from ceiling tracks, an athletic-looking woman in gray sweats was leaning on a plastic incubator, writing in a pocket-sized notebook.
"Who the hell's that?" Russ asked. "I swear, if they let a reporter in here before we've cleared the facts I'll —" he strode toward the incubator. "Hey, you," he said.
His challenge brought the woman's chin up, and she snapped her head around, zeroing in on the two policemen. She was plain, no makeup and nondescript dark blond hair scraped back in a ponytail. She had that overbred look he associated with rich women from the north side of town: high cheekbones and a long thin nose that was perfect for looking down at folks. Mark grabbed his arm, grinning. "No, no. That's the priest, Chief." He laughed out loud at the expression on Russ's face. The priest? Christ on a bicycle. She gave Russ a look that said, "Wanna make something of it?" He felt himself coloring. Her eyes were the only exceptional thing about her, true hazel, like granite seen under green water.
"Officer Durkee," she said, her gaze sliding off Russ as if she had already weighed and found him wanting. "Any word yet from the Department of Human Services?" There was the barest trace of a Southern accent in her no-nonsense voice.
"No, ma'am," Mark said, rocking back and forth on his heels. "But I'd expect that. They got a lot of ground to cover around here, and not many people to cover it with." He was still grinning like a greased hyena.
Russ decided the best defense was a good offense. "I'm Russell Van Alstyne, Millers Kill chief of police." He held out his hand. She shook firm, like a guy.
"Clare Fergusson," she said. "I'm the new priest at Saint Alban's. That's the Episcopal Church. At the corner of Elm and Church." There was a faint testiness in her voice. Russ relaxed a fraction. A woman priest. If that didn't beat all.
"I know which it is. There are only four churches in town." He saw the fog creeping along the edges of his glasses again and snatched them off, fishing for a tissue in his pocket. "Can you tell me what happened, um ..." What was he supposed to call her? "Mother?"
"I go by Reverend, Chief. Ms. is fine, too."
"Oh. Sorry. I never met a woman priest before."
"We're just like the men priests, except we're willing to pull over and ask directions."
A laugh escaped him. Okay. He wasn't going to feel like an unwashed heathen around her.
"I was leaving the church through the kitchen door in the back, which is sunken below street level. There are stairs rising to a little parking area, tucked between the parish hall and the rectory, not big, just room enough for a couple cars. I was going for a run." She looked down and waggled one sneaker-shod foot. Her sweatshirt read ARMY. "The box was on the steps. I thought maybe someone had left off a donation at first, because all I could see were the blankets. When I picked it up, though, I could feel something shifting inside." She looked through the plastic into the incubator, shaking her head. "The poor thing was so still when I unwrapped him I thought he was already dead." She looked up at Russ. "Imagine how troubled and desperate someone would have to be to leave a baby out in the cold like that."
Russ grunted. "Anything else that might give us an idea of who left him there?"
"No. Just the baby, and the blankets, and the note inside."
Russ frowned at Mark. "You didn't tell me about any note," he said.
The officer shrugged, pulling a glassine envelope out of his jacket pocket. "Reverend Fergusson didn't mention it until after I had called you," he explained. He handed Russ the plastic-encased paper.
"That's my fault, yeah," said the priest, not sounding at all apologetic. Russ held the clear envelope at arm's length to get a better view. "I didn't call DSS until I was over here, and I wanted to make sure they knew what the baby's parents intended." She looked over his arm at the note. "I'm sorry, but I handled it without thinking about any fingerprints or anything."
It was an eight-by-eleven sheet of paper ripped from a spiral-bound notebook, the kind that you could get anywhere. The handwriting, in blue ink, was blocky, extremely childlike. Russ guessed that the note's author had held the pen in her left hand to disguise her printing. "This is our baby, Cody," it read. "Please give him to Mr. and Mrs. Burns here at St. Alban's. We both agree they should have him, so there won't be any trouble later on with the adoption. Tell our baby we love him."
Russ lowered the note and met the priest's green-brown eyes. "Kids," he said.
"That would be my guess," she said.
"Who are the Burnses?"
"Geoffrey and Karen Burns."
"The lawyers," Russ said, surprised.
"They're parishioners of St. Alban's. I understand they've been seeking adoption for over two years now. They've been on the Prayers of the People list for the past two weeks, and as I recall, our secretary told me that's a regular thing for them."
"This is something published? Or what?"
"Prayed out loud, every Sunday during the service."
He looked closely at her. "Sounds like at least one of the baby's parents might go to your church."
She looked uncomfortable. "Yeah. Although I'm sure that everyone who knows the Burnses also knows they're looking for a baby."
"Why leave it at St. Alban's then? Why not on the Burnses' doorstep?"
Reverend Fergusson swept her hands open wide.
Russ handed the note back to Mark. "What time did you find the baby?" he asked the priest.
"About ... nine-thirty, quarter to ten," she said. "There was a welcoming reception from the vestry tonight that finished up around nine. I changed in my office, checked messages, and then headed out. I already gave Officer Durkee the names of the people who were there."
Russ squinted, trying for a mental picture of the area where Elm branched off the curve of Church Street. One of Tick Soley's parking lots was across the street from the church, one light on the corner but nothing further up where the houses started. "What did you say was behind the little parking area?"
"The rectory, where I live. There's a tall hedge, and then my side yard. My driveway is on the other side of the house."
Russ sighed. "The kids — the parents — could have parked in any one of those spots and snuck over to the stairs with the baby. I somehow doubt we're gonna get an eyewitness with a license number and a description of the driver."
The priest tapped the glassine envelope. "Chief Van Alstyne, exactly how hard do you have to look for the parents of this baby?" For the first time Russ let himself take a long look into the portable incubator. The sleeping baby didn't look any different from every other newborn he had ever seen, all fat burnished cheeks and almond-shaped eyes. He wondered how hard up or screwed up or roughed up a girl would have to be to pull a perfect little thing like that out of her body and then leave him in a cardboard box. In the dark. On a night when the windchill hovered at zero degrees.
He looked back at the priest. She was leaning toward him slightly, focusing on him as if he were the only person in the whole hospital. "I don't need to tell you that leaving a baby like that is called endangering a child," he said. She nodded. "And of course, if we can't find the parents, it's going to take longer for DSS to actually get the baby out of foster care and into an adoptive home. But the thing is to find out how voluntary this really was, giving up the baby."
Her mouth opened and then snapped shut. He continued. "When a woman really wants to give up her kid for adoption, she usually gets in touch with an agency, or a lawyer, or somebody, well before the baby is born. These throwaway situations —"
"She didn't throw Cody away. Whoever she is."
"No, she didn't. Which makes me think it's not one of those times when the mother is a druggie or a drunk or a psycho. But it does make me wonder if her boyfriend or her father forced her into it. And if she's not already regretting what she did, but is too scared of us or of him to come forward and reclaim her son."
"I never thought of that," Reverend Fergusson said, biting her lower lip. "Oh dear. Maybe I shouldn't have —"
The emergency room doors opened with a hydraulic pouf. Russ recognized the small, bearded man in the expensive topcoat and the striking brunette woman at his side, but he'd know who they were even if he had never seen them in the Washington County Courthouse before, just from the look on Reverend Fergusson's face.
"We got here as soon as we could," Geoffrey Burns said. His voice was tight. His glance flicked around the treatment area, lighting on the incubator. His wife saw it at the same time.
"Oh ..." she said, pressing one perfectly manicured hand to her mouth. "Oh. Is that him?"
The priest nodded. She stepped aside, allowing the Burnses a clear view of the sleeping baby. "Oh, Geoff, just look at him ..." Karen Burns hesitated, as if showing too much eagerness might cause the incubator to vanish.
Her husband stared at the baby for a long moment. "Where's the doctor who's been treating him?" he said. He looked at Russ. "Chief Van Alstyne. I take it the Department of Social Services hasn't seen fit to send anyone over yet."
"Mr. Burns." Russ nodded. "I expect we'll see somebody soon. They're a little overwhelmed over there, you know."
"Oh, don't I just," Geoff Burns said.
"I take it Reverend Fergusson called you about the note that was found with the baby?" Russ glanced pointedly toward the priest, who lifted her chin in response. "You folks know that it's way too early to start thinking of this boy as your own. No matter what the parents wrote."
Karen Burns turned toward him. "Of course, Chief. But we are licensed foster parents without any children in our home right now, and we intend to press DSS to place Cody with us." Mrs. Burns had a voice so perfectly modulated she could have been selling him something on the radio. Russ glanced at Burns, thin and short, and wondered at the attraction. His own wife was one hell of a good- looking woman, but Karen Burns would put her in the shade.
"Under the standard of the best interests of the child, it's preferable that a pre- adoptive child be fostered with the would-be adoptive parents, if there are no natural relatives able to care for the child. Young v. The Department of Social Services."
Russ blinked at the lawyer's aggressively set brows. "I'm not contesting you in court, Mr. Burns," he said. "But we don't know that there aren't any natural relatives. We don't know if the mother gave him up of her own free will or not." He shifted his weight forward, deliberately using his six-foot-three-inches as a visual reminder of his authority here. "Isn't it a little odd for a professional couple like you to be foster parents?"
Karen Burns laid her hand on her husband's arm, cutting off whatever he was about to say. "I work from home as well as from my office, part time. On those times we've had a child in our care, I just cut way back."
"I assure you we're properly licensed and have passed all the state requirements," Burns said, his face tight. "We are fully prepared to make the sacrifices necessary to care for a child. Unlike the biological parents of this boy."
Karen Burns twisted a single gold bangle around her wrist. "Of course you have to look for the parents, Chief Van Alstyne. And I'm sure that anyone who took such care to make sure their baby would be found immediately, and left a note asking us to be his adoptive parents, would only confirm that request."
Her husband spoke almost at the same time. "We intend to file for TPR immediately, on grounds of abandonment and endangerment." There was a pause. The Burnses looked at each other, then at Russ. They both spoke at once.
"I hope you do find her. She undoubtedly needs help and counseling."
"I hope you don't find her, to be frank. It'll be better for the baby all around."
Reverend Fergusson broke the awkward silence. "What's TPR mean?"
"Termination of parental rights," Russ answered. "Usually happens after the court takes a DSS caseworker's recommendation that there's no way the child ought to go back to the parent. Takes months, sometimes years, if DSS is trying to reunite the family." He rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand. "During which time the kid is in foster care."
"Unless, as in this case, the child is an abandoned infant and the parents can't be found," Geoff Burns said, tapping his finger into his palm in time to his words.
"Uh huh," Russ agreed. "Unless they can't be found."
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"Terrific action scenes...what really distinguishes In the Bleak Midwinter, however, is the author's skillful portrayal of her protagonist's inner conflict."
-Washington Post Book World
"A riveting page-turner from start to finish."
"Fleming hits a grand slam with In the Bleak Midwinter. The tension is constant. The dialogue is dead-on. The characters are interesting, thought provoking, and honest. The prose soars above the quality usually found in this genre. To top it all off, the story twists and turns to the last page."-Denver Rocky Mountain News
"Without ever slighting the central situation of the abandoned mother and her abandoned child, Spencer-Fleming shows admirable resourcefulness in the changes she rings on it."
"Compelling...many twists."-Romantic Times
"Filled with many twists and turns...[a] warm tale."-Midwest Book Review
"The prose soars...the story twists and turns to the last page."
-Maine Sunday Telegram
"Julia Spencer-Fleming is already a winner, but she deserves a triple crown. In a strong, distinctive voice, she sets her characters down In the Bleak Midwinter and pits them against public murder, personal demons, and the power of nature itself."-Kathy Lynn Emerson, author of the Face Down Mysteries
"One of the most impressive "first" crime novels I've read. A priest, a cop, a baby on the doorstep, and a lot of snow combined with suspenseful results for one great book."
-Charlaine Harris, author of Shakespeare's Counselor
"Don't miss this one! You'll be rooting for Clare Fergusson in this engaging and vital mystery."
-April Henry, author of the Claire Montrose mysteries and Learning to Fly
Meet the Author
Julia Spencer-Fleming was born in Plattsburgh Air Force Base and spent most of her childhood on the move as an Army brat. She studied acting and history at Ithaca College, and received her J.D. at the University of Maine School of Law. She lives in a 180-year-old farmhouse outside of Portland, Maine, with her husband, three children, and beloved big dog.
JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING is an Agatha, Anthony, Barry, Dilys, Gumshoe and Macavity Award winner. Her books have been shortlisted for the Edgar, and Romantic Times RC awards. Julia lives in southern Maine with her husband and three children.
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I absolutely loved this book. For the longest time I have been a fan of fantasy/paranormal fiction and now you can't throw a rock w/o hitting one. The whole genre has become,for the most part, boring and over played. So I started reading mysteries. This book is original. You don't pick it up and think this is just like this or just like that. I love how realistic the story line is and even the romance in the book is just enough to entice but not over done. After I read this book I ordered every single book in the rest of the series and if they're even half as good as this one I won't be disappointed. The only fault I can think of is on the B&N website they don't list the order of the series which can make it kind of confusing if you're wanting to read them in order... Here it is if you're wondering. * In the Bleak Midwinter * A Fountain Filled With Blood * Out of the Deep I Cry * To Darkness and To Death * All Mortal Flesh * I Shall Not Want Read this book/series. I promise you its worth your time.
Reading is my passion and I especially appreciate a book that sweeps me off my feet and into the story. Each and every volume in Julia Spencer-Fleming's Clare Fergusson series did that and more. Clare, the lead female character, is a former helicopter pilot turned Episcopalian priest. (Yes, you read right!) She is deeply committed to her vocation, but she is unlike any minister you may have ever met in fiction or real life. Russ, the lead male character and chief of police, finds that Clare has a way of inserting herself into police business that drives him crazy in more ways than one. Clare, Russ, and all the supporting characters are very well developed, believable, and grow so much through the series. In fact, the author had me feeling as if I lived in the town and knew everyone as a neighbor or friend-- or perhaps a threat. Spencer-Fleming has managed to take romance, suspense, drama, humor, and mystery and serve them up in one tasty dish that keeps you wanting more. I've read a lot of trilogies. However, I rarely feel as enthusiastic about book #3 as I did about book #1. Usually when they're over, I'm ready for them to be over. That's why Spencer-Fleming amazed me! I read all seven books-- one after the other-- and now that I'm done I can't wait to see what happens next. That's unheard of for me. If there were seven more books in the series I'd download them on my Nook this minute. I highly recommend this book and the entire series to anyone who wants to make a deep connection with characters without tiring of them. You will not be disappointed. Ms. Spencer-Fleming: thank you for many hours of absolute enjoyment and escapism with lessons learned along the way. You are a gifted writer and story-teller!
This book came highly recommended to me, and although I was very skeptical at first- I absolutely loved this book! The synopsis left much to be desired for me, but I was pleasantly surprised by the plot and ending. I was completely put off by the idea of a female priest and thought this may end up being one of those religious works disguised as a mystery to bring me the word of God. Not the case at all! (thank goodness) what I got was an intelligent heroine and an intriguing mystery with some underlying tones of lust. Awesome book!
I was very impressed by this first offering from Julia Spencer-Fleming! Two interesting characters, a cop and an Episcopal priest, and a page-turner of a plot, made for an almost perfect mystery. I am curious to see what she will do with the relationship between the two characters, as one is married! I look forward to many more in this series.
Stick with it very humourous in between suspense. Good tension between priest and sheriff. I thought this would make a good television seties or a lifetime movie or a tnt mystery movie. I will be purchasing the next book.
I really liked everything about this mystery! The writing flowed, the characters were unique, the ending was a surprise. I really liked that it was not primarily about romance and sex, but then, I'm an elderly reader. Believe it or not, soppy romance and explicit sex become tiresome after 70 years or so. I will look forward to coming books from this author. I did especially like that the main character was a strong, intelligent woman.
This is my first Spencer-Fleming mystery. My primary complaint is that "Father" Claire does too many things that are just silly, as a priest and as an amateur sleuth. I can't imagine a priest confronting as many of the church members/potential protagonists as she did -- otherwise, the idea of Claire as former chopper pilot and priest is a good one. Given the survival training she had as pilot, her inability to find the right footwear or clothing is a little silly. I do like her, and I like Russ if the author can rise above the expected and push this to the next level, it has the potential to be a series I'll look forward to reading.
Julia Spencer Fleming has created one of the most fun filled reads that I have experienced in ages!!! Her creations of the characters in the town of Millers Kill will keep you riveted to their trials and tribulations for many hours---Keep writing Julia Skip Hughes --- Grand Junction
Very good mystery, well written, well developed characters. Look forward to #2.
This book was better than I expected. It is a fast read with a good mystery and interesting characters. Parts were a bit predictable but that is forgivable. I will likely read more in this series.
I was torn between giving this 4 or 5 stars. I liked the characters though they got a little hot and heavy on pretty short acquaintance considering one is a priest. Liked the writing. Good action scene. I thought it moved a little too slowly in the middle.
When I was coming up with my January reading pile I decided to pick a few books off of my shelf that would fit January's snowy weather. Turns out that this was a great decision on my part as both books fit perfectly in with this time of year! Reading this book made me wish for more snow on the ground though and I'm hoping for a winter storm sometime soon! I am so glad that I decided to give this series a try (thanks in large part to fellow blogger Kay who recommended it) and didn't let it languish on my shelves. This book had everything that I enjoy in a good mystery: great main characters, a whodunit that kept me constantly guessing, and a snowy setting that just added to the atmosphere of the story. Okay, maybe I don't always need a snowy setting but it sure did make this book stand out for me. There is one scene in particular where the author makes the snow and cold feel so dark and foreboding....I loved it so much! I especially appreciated with this book how easily I fell into the story. It felt like these characters were old friends and it made my reading experience all the more enjoyable because of it. In this book police chief Russ Van Alstyne is searching for the parents of an abandoned baby. Before long though the young mother is found dead and Russ is on the hunt for a killer. He gets involved with Clare Fergusson in the course of the investigation and the two of them strike up an easy friendship. I have to say that I just enjoyed both of these two characters so much! The author does an amazing job of really fleshing out both of their characters and I felt an instant connection to both of them. That being said (and possible spoiler warning here- don't read on if you haven't read this book!) why, why, why does Russ have to be married? I hate love triangles in books and I definitely can't get behind infidelity. Please tell me that this is all resolved very soon or it will make me crazy! I can handle the two of them sticking to just being friends or Russ leaving his wife (asap) but I hope it doesn't get drawn out. End rant and possible spoiler section. The mystery portion of this book was very well done and I didn't figure out the killer until the very end. I loved how the author had me constantly guessing. And I really, really loved how the author was able to create such tension and chilling moments throughout the book. I read this one in a matter of days and was itching for the second book as soon as I finished. This is a series that I definitely will be continuing on with! Overall this was a really great beginning to this mystery series and a series that I am very excited about! I loved the characters so much and am really eager to see what happens next in book two. This was one of those books that keeps you guessing until the very end and that is really all that I can ask. I would recommend this one to mystery and thriller fans. Just be warned that you might be wishing you had book two in your hands and ready to go. I sure was! Recommended! Bottom Line: A really great beginning to this mystery series! I need more! Disclosure: I purchased a copy of this book from my local used bookstore. A great choice on my part!
This book has it all - great writing, excellent characterizations, and a compelling mystery. I couldn't put it down. I thoroughly enjoyed this and will definitely read the rest of the series.
This was the first book that I've read from this author and wasn't particularly excited about the book. I do plan to at least read the next book in the series to see if it jumps out at me more. I actually listened to the audio book version, and was not too pleased with the narrator, Suzanne Torren. I felt that there were way too many characters for just one narrator. I also found it difficult to differentiate between the different characters, especially if two women or two men were talking at the same time, because the male voice was always the same, as was with the female voice, with a few exceptions. I did enjoy the main characters, Russ and Claire. They were very likable and easy to follow. I am interested to see how this relationship will develop throughout the series. As for the plot of the story, where do I begin? I was <b>NOT</b> able to predict the ending until it happened, which is a great thing, however, I thought that it was long and drawn out. I felt like it took a really long time to get to the heart of the book. Once you got to that point, the story was great, but if it would have been much longer, I would have given up on the book. The fact that the story became as good as it did about halfway through the book is the reason that I would like to proceed with the series. Even though it took a long time to get to the main whodunit, I have high hopes for the next book to move along a little quicker! Overall, I didn't hate this book but I didn't love it. I look forward to seeing if A Fountain of Blood takes the series up a notch!