Beautiful Maids All in a Row: An Iris Ballard Thriller

Beautiful Maids All in a Row: An Iris Ballard Thriller

by Jennifer Harlow

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ISBN-13: 9780425285855
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/11/2016
Series: Iris Ballard , #1
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 325
Sales rank: 16,835
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Jennifer Harlow spent her restless childhood fighting with her three brothers and scaring the heck out of herself with horror movies and books. She grew up to earn a degree in psychology at the University of Virginia, which she put to use as a radio DJ, crisis hotline volunteer, bookseller, lab assistant, wedding coordinator, and government investigator. Currently she calls Atlanta home but that restless itch is ever present. In her free time she continues to scare the bejeebers out of herself by watching scary movies and opening her credit card bills.

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Chapter 1

“Put the past behind you! Who doesn’t deserve a second chance?”

“Oh shut the f*** up,” I said as I changed the channel.

Jesus Christ, I hated, hated, hated insomnia. Some people found uses for it. They got second jobs, or worked on their hobbies without interruption. Not me. I could have been grading finals, since they were due the next day. I could have read Crime and Punishment like I’d been promising myself since college. God knew I was never in the mood for a story about redemption, but it would still be better than that damn infomercial.

I managed only three hours of sleep that night before jolting awake as my dead husband drowned me in a river. F***ing nightmares. As if the waking hours didn’t provide enough torture. Three hours wasn’t great, but it was better than some nights. The problem was that once I was up, no way would I go back to sleep, especially after a f***ing nightmare. Not even the pills could put me down again after one of those.

I took too many pills that night. Prozac, guaranteed to turn you into a moodless zombie or your money back, then Valium to tackle anxiety. I hated the Valium, it made me shaky and dizzy, but I couldn’t be having panic attacks in the middle of class. Been there, done that. Finally, Xanax for good luck. Those still hadn’t worn off. I knew I shouldn’t take the Valium and Xanax together. I knew better, I did, but my self-destructive nature got the better of me. Again. At least there wasn’t a vodka chaser. Gold star for me.

As I channel-surfed for something to watch, my vicious guard dog lay on the couch next to me, legs up and head hanging off the side with his tongue lolling out. My screams in the night brought Gus out of his food-induced coma. The nightmare must have been a bad one. It took a lot to get him off his butt. I bought the large German shepherd as an attack dog from one of the trainers at the FBI when I moved to Grafton, North Carolina from northern Virginia. Of course I ended up with the one who hid from squirrels and ate like a wrestling team. If he could look past my flaws, I could look past his. At least his weren’t legion.

I kept flipping and flipping, circling through twice before a story on BNN made me stop dead. Of course the story was about “the Woodsman.” As if there were nothing else happening in America at the time. Everyone loved their serial killers, especially reporters. I’d been following the case—shit, story—since the beginning. This guy killed three women in three months. The story was on victim number four.

“In Shenandoah National Park, located in western Virginia,” the good-looking newsman read from the teleprompter, “the body of a woman was discovered yesterday by local fishermen. The victim has now been identified as Dr. Justine Romy, an emergency medicine doctor at Washington’s Our Lady of Mercy Hospital . . .”
My mouth dropped open. They hadn’t released the victim’s name before.

I knew her.

“Dr. Romy was reported missing two days ago, and though there is no confirmation by officials, she is believed to be a victim of the ‘Woodsman’ killer, who has been plaguing the East Coast since March, according to reports.”
An old man came onto the screen beside a beautiful blonde reporter. He must have been one of the fishermen who found her, judging from the hat with furry lures on it. Behind him was a flurry of police activity: flashing red and blue lights, the local coroner’s black van parked off to the side, and yellow tape being put up by local officers.

“Me and Bob, that’s my cousin,” the fisherman began, “we was just goin’ down the river lookin’ for a place to fish when we saw her.”

“What did you see?” a female reporter asked off-screen.

“We saw somethin’ white over by the edge of the river. We thought it was a dog or somethin’ but we went over there anyways. Then we saw it wasn’t no dog. She was . . .” He began to choke up at the memory. “She was naked as the day she was born, under the water, with a rope tied around her neck. I—I can’t.”

They cut away before he cried. Poor guy, he just wanted to fish. The blond reporter with the big lips came back on, alone in the dark in front of the police tape. The hustle and bustle of the forensic team went on behind her.

“Authorities are keeping silent as to whether this latest murder is in any way connected to the three previous murders accredited to the ‘Woodsman,’ but the FBI have been called in to investigate.”

The next image made my heart stop in my chest.

I wasn’t surprised he was on the team trying to catch the sick twist, but to see him in front of me after two years . . . f***. He hadn’t changed. Not a ginger hair out of place. He was always the ultimate poster boy for the FBI: tall, built, handsome, well pressed, and serious. Always so damn serious.

“As of right now,” he spoke into the microphone with authority, “we are treating this as a single homicide. We have no conclusive proof this is the work of the same man. But I can tell you we are investigating this case to the best of our abilities.”

He stepped away from the reporters toward the river, presumably to the murder scene. I couldn’t watch anymore. I turned the channel, but my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. “No. No,” I said to myself as I shut off the television altogether. It had become the enemy. Betrayed me by showing me him.

I got up off the couch, away from that box, and like a robot went upstairs to my office. That was the past. He was the past. The future. I had to concentrate on the future. The house. Grafton. Teaching. I was barely aware of it, but I began grading the term papers. After another Valium. This. This was my here and now. My second chance at life.

I’d killed for it, after all.

At daybreak, I pulled my tired bones upstairs to change into my sweats. I didn’t feel much like running, but I knew I’d be sitting at a desk all day and if I didn’t move around then I wouldn’t be able to sit still long enough to finish the papers, the one responsibility I had in the world. I started by running down the stairs, grabbing Gus’s leash at the front door. The second he heard the leash clink against the wall, he bolted from the living room, jumping on my chest. “Down,” I commanded. He settled enough for me to hook him up. We were off after I set the alarm and locked the two deadbolts. Most people in Grafton didn’t lock their doors. They’d never had a serial killer break in, though.

I lived on the outskirts of town, deep in the woods, with my nearest neighbor a quarter of a mile away, just the way I liked it. Just the way the majority of other residents liked it, too. I’d installed a ten-foot steel fence with lights and motion sensors laced around it. I would have preferred a moat with alligators, but my budget wouldn’t allow it.

My husband, Hayden, and I were in the process of moving to North Carolina from Virginia when he was murdered. The house itself was two stories with a basement, but it looked bigger than it was. The second story was supported by Roman columns littered around the enclosed wraparound wooden porch. It needed work, but I could barely afford the taxes on it.

As always, the stray cats that lived in the woods sprung from their hiding spots meowing for food the moment the damn door shut. I had all the varieties: calico, tuxedo, tabby, even a Siamese. At first I ignored them, as I did most things in life, hoping they’d just go away. Then I thought about calling animal control, but judging from their mangy coats and wild behavior I knew not a one would be adopted. I couldn’t condemn them to certain death. So I just left some food out for them every night, and in return the rat population diminished. We all won.

I opened the gate with the remote clipped to my belt and ran up the fifty feet of my unpaved gravel driveway before closing the gate behind me. Gus and I ran the same path every time. We started by jogging down the driveway, and then turned toward the South Fork New River a half-mile from the house. When the sun came up, the water twinkled. I tried never to miss it. That morning my music, Bonnie Tyler still holding out for a hero, was turned down just enough so I could hear the river trickling toward the Atlantic. On my right was the sparkling river. On the left, a row of redwood trees fully rejuvenated from the winter. Sometimes I needed to be reminded there was beauty in the world.

I really did love Grafton. I grew up in a small, dying town in Pennsylvania. Grey Mills was a lot colder and more industrialized than Grafton, North Carolina. And by colder I don’t mean just the weather. I sadly carried that attitude with me when I moved to Grafton. I didn’t participate in events. The previous Thanksgiving, my friend Carol dragged me to the elementary school pageant where her son Patrick was playing a Native American. He had been practicing his three lines for weeks, and I promised him I’d be there to cheer him on. When we walked into the auditorium, all heads turned. It was very strange having hundreds of eyes staring at me and knowing their thoughts.

“There she is.”

“She doesn’t look so bad.”

“I think I can see the scar.”

“That’s what a killer looks like.”

“Poor Hayden.”

I literally turned tail and ran. That was when I stopped trying. I was friendly to Myra at the grocery store, I chatted with Bart at the Texaco, but that was it. I would have been a hermit if not for Carol.

After tying the exhausted Gus to a tree after a mile, I started running again. I didn’t know if it was the breeze against my damp skin or the endorphins pumping into my system, but I felt Zen. It was the only time I ever did. But as usual when I was on the threshold of contentment, I had to ruin it.

I found myself thinking about Justine Romy as I jogged. I was shocked I’d had the willpower to hold off that long. I didn’t know her well, but Hayden was fond of her. I spoke to her on the few occasions when I visited him at the hospital—not anything of consequence, just current events, what case I was working on, and . . . a horrible realization stopped me dead in my tracks.

She had a son.

It all came back to me. He was two when I left. She even showed me his picture once. Cute kid with big brown eyes and a wide smile. She was in the middle of a divorce and was worried that her husband would sue for full custody because of her hours at the hospital. That was the last time I saw her. I heard she attended Hayden’s funeral. That made one of us.

I started running again, but my mind wouldn’t leave Justine Romy. She seemed like a very smart woman; how had she fallen prey to a killer? I just couldn’t see it. The guy must have been pretty slick. Probably late thirties, early forties. White male, professional with a steady job that lets him travel. Charming on the outside . . .

“Stop,” I said to myself. “Just stop.” I did not care who the man was or what he was like. I would keep the bad men out of my mind, out of my life. The cost was too great otherwise. Not that I had anything else to lose. My husband, my future, my sanity . . . I’d lost it all two years before. So I did what I always did. I collected my dog and ran home for yet another Valium. It’s what a person does when she can’t escape the fact her now is a living hell with no exit.

Or so I thought.

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Beautiful Maids All in a Row: An Iris Ballard Thriller 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
BarbaraLyn More than 1 year ago
It took a couple of chapters to get into this book but once I did, I couldn’t put it down. Iris Ballard is a retired FBI profiler who specialized in serial killers. With that title comes the pain of having watched her husband being killed by one. She had also been hurt by the same killer and spent time in the hospital. Once out, she couldn’t return to the FBI as she felt she had failed. She started teaching at Grafton College but that wasn’t the job for her. Between panic attacks and complaints from students, she was told she couldn’t teach the summer semester. She was lost and didn’t know what to do with herself. Her former partner, Luke Hudson, comes to her with an offer to return for one job. She accepts the job which is about girls being killed and their hearts cut out. Between Luke and Iris, they track down the killer. That is easier said than done and they have the hunt of their life on their hands. To find out how this all ends, grab a copy of the book.
Crazy_Beautiful_Reviews More than 1 year ago
I am always up for a psychological thriller. That is definitely my number one favorite genre to read. Seeing that this book is recommended for fans of Lisa Gardner and Karin Slaughter also piqued my interest, as those are two of my favorite authors, since I was in high school. The story line follows a washed up FBI agent named Iris. Sure Iris has seen better days, but her detective skills are unmatched. She has a sick when it comes to the hunt. She's able to see what other can't, making her a valued asset when she's one, a huge liability when she's not. This time around the stakes are higher. The killer is now taunting them, but when Iris finally puts all the pieces together, the picture that they paint make it hard to believe that she isn't off her game. A twisting and turning story that has the main character trying to outwit the bad guy and prove herself to the good guys all at the same time. All the while racing the clock so that no more women are killed and no more children lose their mothers. I really enjoyed reading this title. The character development was perfect for the subject matter that was being dealt with. I can't wait to see what happens to Iris in the future.
jayfwms More than 1 year ago
Dr. Iris Ballard is an unlikely hero as she hits the dregs of her career. When her former partner entices her into a new case involving a serial murderer she starts on the road to redemption. The characters are all developed in depth, and the plot depends on human nature. The result is a book that is both realistic and very frightening. Suspense builds throughout the story, and the ending is uncertain to the final pages. Harlow is a great story-teller, and creates images that stay with you long after the book has ended.
rfcurious More than 1 year ago
I like Dr. Iris Ballard a lot. She is my kind of character; tough but with a gentle side. Efficient but readily admits her flaws. Hard to believe this character was a first-book creation. The story held together well and moved at a rapid pace but not so fast that you can't keep up. Very well done book. (Just my opinion.)
SheTreadsSoftly More than 1 year ago
Beautiful Maids All in a Row by Jennifer Harlow is a highly recommended thriller. Dr. Iris Ballard is just trying to survive day to day now. Two years ago she was working as a profiler for the FBI when she and her husband were attacked in their home by a serial killer she has helped track down. Her husband was killed. Iris survived being cut open but lives daily with flashbacks, phantom pain from her wounds, and guilt. She left the FBI and is teaching at a small college, drinking and mixing it with pills to forget. She rarely gets a full night of sleep from the nightmares. Iris happens to see her former partner, Luke Hudson, on TV, as part of the investigation to find the serial killer dubbed "The Woodsmen." She also realizes that she knew his latest victim. When Luke shows up at her door asking for help in constructing a psychological profile of the killer, she's not interested, until she sees the case file and reluctantly agrees to help. Iris is up against an intelligent killer who thrives on control and not making mistakes. Can Iris help Luke and the FBI or has she really met her match? Beautiful Maids All in a Row is a page-turner. The writing is good. The plot moves along with only a few stalls along the way. The serial killer is ruthless and takes pleasure in being cruel and torturing his victims. The descriptions of his actions are vivid and brutal. Iris is depicted as a real person; she is flawed, damaged, and struggling with her own anger issues and mental health. Luke is less well developed as a character, but Harlow does set up a backstory for the two. This looks like an intriguing start of a new series. Based on this first book, I would certainly pick up the next book featuring Iris Ballard. Yeah, she's damaged physically and emotionally, but she is also tough and determined. There are several flaws in this novel, but, after I learned that Harlow was 19 when she wrote this years ago, I am choosing to overlook them - even though she has written several books since and could have, perhaps edited some of the questionable material out or added material to keep it realistic in the novel. Specifically I'm questioning the opening addictive behavior of Iris and the abrupt cessation of her addictive pattern. A patch is mentioned for the smoking (not as easy as all that) but what about the drugs and alcohol? The something in the mouth scene was too close to Silence of the Lambs for me. But, moving beyond any qualms, I think Iris has a lot of potential for more investigations. Disclosure: My advanced reading copy was courtesy of the publisher/author.
eob100 More than 1 year ago
This is the first of the Iris Ballard series. Fast paced, not so perfect heroine, creepy killer. What's not to love! Look forward to the next. Big thanks to NetGalley and Alibi publishers for the ARC.
Fredreeca2001 More than 1 year ago
This is a heart palpitating, fast paced, edge of your seat read. Dr. Iris Ballard is on the path of self destruction until the FBI call her back in to help profile “the Woodsman”. She must face her violent past to succeed in saving the lives of women on the Woodsman radar. I do not really know where to start. The book will keep you up late at night with its mounting anxiety. The Woodsman is a serial killer abducting women and he wants to go toe to toe with Iris. He is a sadistic, evil killer and Iris must overcome her many obstacles before she can take him on. But, take him on she does! I love Iris! Her strength and resilience are not to be matched. She is one smart, tough lady with a gun! And she knows how to use it. This makes her much more endearing to me. I love strong women who are not afraid to tackle anything that comes their way. Iris is this type of character. She also has a MOUTH on her…And in a mans world…she needs it and uses it well. I did feel the book is a little longer than necessary. However, it is still a fabulous read. I was reeled in HOOK, LINE AND SINKER!!! I received this novel through Netgalley for a honest review.
vacg More than 1 year ago
Jennifer Harlow has several books under her belt in a variety of genres...werewolves, and vampires for instance, but this book, Beautiful Maids All In A Row, is first in a thriller series featuring Iris Ballard, a former FBI psychologist with an outstanding reputation as a profiler. Iris left the FBI two years ago after being stabbed by a serial killer who came for her after first killing her husband. Traumatized by her shocking loss, she has accepted a college teaching job in Grafton, North Carolina. She is in terrible shape emotionally and physically, abusing pills, cigarettes and alcohol, close to losing the job she has, when her former partner shows up to plead with her to return to the bureau as a consultant. Luke Hudson knows that even on her worst day, Iris has the skills and uncanny insight to nail an elusive killer that has now killed four women and left no discernible clues behind. Iris didn't think she would ever want to return to that life...looking at the absolute worst in humanity, but when she saw the photos of the victims she knew she had to help if she could. She remains broken emotionally, feeling defensive and reacting awkwardly as she meets the FBI team she will be working with. But she does take the assignment seriously and is soon providing insights which move the investigation in the right direction. Before long she is even having run ins with the big boss, just like the old days. This book is being published as an E book and will be available Oct. 11 for purchase. I read it early, courtesy of NetGalley. As I analyze what I liked or questioned, I think the hardest thing to accept is the criminal's over the top control of his henchman. Iris's physical strength and stamina also push the believability factor, what with her diminutive stature and weight of 105 lbs., but that is what adds to the excitement, of course. I hope in future books, Iris will be a little more calm in tense situations instead of cursing and angry defensiveness. Maybe getting used to being sober will help.
Ratbruce More than 1 year ago
I loved this book... I hope it is the first in a series... I have not gotten enough of Iris Ballard - a strong and determined, yet vulnerable heroine. The publisher was right - for fans of Lisa Gardner and Karin Slaughter. A great read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was the initial novel in a new series. It was fast paced, violent, complexly plotted and well worth reading. I would highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys the genre! Thanks to Net Galley and Alibi for an ARC for an honest review.