Thursday, August 30, 2007
Okay, here we go. The official Don't Close Your Eyes release day Scavenger Hunt has begun.
Because this may be a bit more challenging, I'm exending the deadline to enter until September 30th.
Answer these 10 questions below and send me a email at email@example.com with the correct answers and you are entered. I'll announce the winner here on September 30th.
To find the answers, go back through the excerpt posts of the book. I started them on August 20th. You'll find all the answers from the August 20th through the August 29 post.
The winner can select from any of the following gift certificates.
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Here are the questions:
1: What is Megan's Dog's name.
2: What type of weapon does Jack draw on the Angel.
3: Who is the real Angel of Death.
4: What is Jack's boss's name.
5: Where do Jack and Megan find the first alive victim of the Angel.
6: Where is Joy found.
7: What is Megan's daughter's name.
8: What Bible scripture is found on the Angel's Victims.
9: What FBI branch does Jack work for in D.C.
10: Where does Megan live.
All the best...
Don't Close Your Eyes -- my contemporary romantic suspense launches today at Cerridwen Press.
In honor of the launch, I'm hosting two separate contests.
On my website, I will be giving away an ARC copy of the book.
You can find the details here: http://www.maryeason.bravehost.com/contest.html
And I will be hosting a scavenger hunt on my blog, so stop by tomorrow and check out the details: http://maryeason.blogspot.com/
Tonight, nothing moved on the desert’s surface. Up above were thousands of stars as far as the eye could see, and a full moon fitting the Texas night blazed across the surface of the sky.It was the same dream as always. It had haunted her for six years. It always got to her. But then, coming so close to death was bound to lead to a few unpleasant dreams.If only it were that simple. Megan knew better. Just thinking about him made her want to check on Emmie again. She needed reassurance.Megan quietly opened the bedroom door and tiptoed to the bed, looking down at her sleeping child. Emmie—Emily Marie Beaumont, named after both Megan’s mother and grandmother, slept peacefully in her mother’s bed. She was so like Megan and yet so like her father that at times Megan could almost feel his touch again.
All the best...
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
“It will do her good to be on the ranch with you, Gran. And I need to get over this. I’m no good to Emmie this way.”
“Megan, come with us. You don’t need to be here by yourself.”
“Gran, I can’t. I know you’re worried about me but don’t be. I just need to get myself together. I can’t seem to let him go. I know he’s dead and yet I still feel him with me.”
“Megan, don’t do this to yourself. You’re only getting your hopes up. He’s gone, honey.” Of course, Marie would know what her granddaughter had planned.
For someone with the gift, trying to reach out to the dead could have dangerous results. You never knew who might be out there reaching out to you. Would she find Jack or someone far worse than the Angel of Death?
“Gran, I know—at least, in my head I understand he’s gone but in my heart, I can’t let him go. I have to do this.”
“All right, Meggie. You must do what you feel is right in your heart. But you’ll call me? The second its over, you’ll call?”
“Of course,” she promised.
Emmie didn’t want to leave her mother but she did. Megan assured her daughter she would join her at the ranch in a little while and that they would go somewhere fun for a few days. They both could use a little fun in their lives. While Emmie was afraid of losing her mother again, Megan believed she understood what she was doing.
After they were gone, the place grew quiet with just her and her faithful dog, Bubba. They went for their usual run but that day Megan pushed further. She stopped by the boutique for a little while to talk to Jess, who seemed happy to have life almost back to its normal boring pace for once.
“I still can’t believe all those things that happened were real. God, Megan, I had no idea you had such a gift.”
“I’m sorry I got you involved in this thing, Jess. I wouldn’t wish that type of nightmare on anyone.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be all right out there by yourself?” she asked when she spotted the sadness that seemed to cling to Megan since Jack’s death. “I could stay with you for a while?”
“No. No, I’ll be okay. Maybe not for a while—but soon. I probably won’t come into the shop for a while, so you’re still in charge. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
By the time Megan returned home the desert surrounding her had grown dark. She and Bubba went outside to the porch. Megan sat in her favorite chair, rocking. In the distance, the coyotes howled.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d sat with her eyes closed before the world around her grew unearthly quiet and Bubba began to freak at the silence. He sensed something close as he crouched nearby and growled in a low throaty tone that warned her something was near that Bubba didn’t understand.
And then she heard it—the sound of footsteps against the creaky boards of her porch. It sent Bubba rushing out into the night in fear. But Megan remained calm.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Free FallingCrimson Rose
Special Agent Rainie McClain wants out. Out of The Agency. Out of the shadow life that has consumed her for far too long. Walking away from The Agency means letting go of the only man she’s ever loved, her husband, Captain Roc Branson. But at thirty-eight, Rainie has seen all the violence and death she can handle. And after discovering she’s pregnant, she just wants a normal life. But what can be normal about the reappearance of a long lost brother who may or may not be a sadistic killer, the heartrending demise of her marriage, and the web of lies that grows until she no longer knows who to trust? It’s vital that she discover the truth soon...because what she doesn’t know, just might kill her.
“Oh, now dammit, Jack, you don’t need to know those things. All you need to know is that this is where it ends. At least for you, buddy. And her. I’ll take care of her too like I took care of Rebecca and Joy. You didn’t deserve any of them. Rebecca was too good for you. And Joy, well, she never stopped hoping right up to the end.”
“Oh my God…” Jack fumbled with the redial button again.
Please God. Let someone answer.
“Why did you kill them, Dan? They were you’re friends as well.” He still couldn’t believe it. His thought reeled.
“You want to know don’t you? Well too bad, buddy. I’m not going to tell you. You’re going to your grave not knowing the reason behind any of this.” Dan laughed hysterically then drew his weapon, aiming at Jack’s chest.
“You were so close to finding out the truth. You shouldn’t have gotten Rocky involved in this, buddy.” Jack flinched at the implication. Rocky would be dead. And he’d led Dan right to him.
“I really wanted to follow through with the whole Angel angle thing in killing you Jack, even though your initials don’t really match but unfortunately I can’t. You see, I have to call this in. I figure I’ll tell them you were trying to kill me because I discovered the truth about you at last. Even though I didn’t want to believe it. I’ll tell them I figured out what you had planned for our girl, Megan.” Dan smiled then aimed the weapon at Jack’s head. “Nice try on the vest. It won’t work though. In just a few minutes, you’re going to know what it feels like to die, Jack. Say hello to all the people you’ve hurt along the way when you get there.”
Dan’s sighted the weapon between his eyes. In an instant, he became aware of things happening quickly around him, even while his reactions felt as if they’d slipped into slow motion.
The phone inside his pocket vibrated, his finger touched the connect button once more and then he reached for his Glock and lunged for Dan’s arm that held the weapon.
Their struggle seemed surreal until the sound of a shot fired into the silent room, resembling lightening striking. The burning pain searing through his head held the power of a thousand headaches combined. The last thing Jack remembered was the sound of Peter calling his name followed by laughter.
The maniacal sound of the Angel of Death.
Monday, August 27, 2007
He took out his weapon from its hiding place beneath the seat and shoved it inside the waist of his pants beneath his jacket. For reasons he couldn’t explain, Jack popped the trunk and grabbed the Kevlar vest he rarely used. It felt bulky and easy to spot underneath his jacket.
He took his flashlight out, put the cell phone on vibrate and shoved it into his jacket pocket.
The second he stepped inside the building, he felt it. An overpowering feeling of pure malevolence. He’d witnessed hundreds of murders in his time with the Bureau, including the Angel’s work. They’d all left a certain presence behind them. There was no way so much hatred could be unleashed upon another human being and not leave its mark. But the feeling he had here was like none other he’d experienced. He was in the presence of true evil.
Jack didn’t dare call out to Dan, even though the building appeared unoccupied. It was quiet. Unbearable so.
Slowly he made his way up the stairs with weapon drawn. A grayish dust covered every inch of the place, clogging his throat and lungs. It looked like twilight here even though it was still light out.
A step creaked beneath his foot and he froze, waited and then held his breath as he started up the stairs once more.
Close to the second floor landing, he stopped for a moment. His hands were shaking. The reality of this moment finally settled in. The Angel killers had used Dan to lure him here.
For the first time in his career, Jack felt real fear. He wasn’t ready for this. He’d been slipping for days. His public suspension had been the final straw that pushed him over the edge.
Jack’s heart rate increased with each step. He tried to focus on Megan. He needed to stay focused on her because she would be next. He’d have to do something to stop them—whatever it took. Even if it meant his life.
The door to the second floor apartment stood open slightly. He stopped just outside the door and listened. Nothing. No sound came from inside.
Jack drew a deep breath then pushed the door open completely. It took a full minute for his eyes to adjust to the light. It was even darker in here. Someone had placed black plastic garbage bags over all the windows. As his eyes grew accustomed to the light, he saw something that took his breath away.
The crime scene of the last original Angel killing. He remembered it well even though it had been destroyed in the fire Eddie started to flee the scene. Six years ago today. The killers had recreated the scene once more, right down to the mattress and scarf. All that was lacking was the final victim. Megan.
“Jack, there you are.”
Hearing Dan’s voice, Jack let go of the breath he’d been unconsciously holding. He tucked his weapon behind his back once more then turned to Dan.
It took a few seconds to make out Dan’s expression. But when he did, his blood ran cold. He barely recognized him. This wasn’t the man he knew so well. The twisted grin on Dan’s face made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Instinctively, Jack backed away from the sheer depravity he saw there but Dan moved closer.
“What took you so long?”
Sunday, August 26, 2007
“What do you think you’re doing conducting your own investigation in this case? I told you to leave this with us. You’ve only complicated things here. You’ve put yourself square in the middle of another crime scene, for God’s sake!”
“Peter, you know as well as I do that I’m not involved in this thing. Don’t you think if I were, I’d make sure not to leave any witnesses around who could identify me? That we found the victim alive is big. Hopefully, she can tell us something about the killers.”
“Killer. We don’t have any evidence to prove there’s more than one killer involved in this. And whether or not I believe you’re involved doesn’t matter. I told you, you were off the case. Now, you’re not only off, you’re suspended.”
“Dammit, Peter, are you out of you’re mind? You can’t do this to me.”
“I just did.” Peter told him quietly. “Now go home.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“You are, or you’re going to be arrested.”
Jack stared at him in disbelief. “Peter, there are two killers out there and you know it. We don’t have the time or manpower to spare here.”
“I’m well aware of what’s out there, Jack. But right now, you just happen to be my number one suspect.” Peter released a harsh breath into the tense space between them, “Go home, Jack. Stay out of it. We’ll take care of this. All you’re doing now is further incriminating yourself. Don’t make me arrest you, Jack. Please don’t make me do that. Go home.”
Jack’s eyes locked with Peter’s in disbelief, before finally accepting the truth. He and Megan were in this alone right now. It would be up to them to prove his innocence.
“All right,” Jack said at last. He’d never felt so defeated. “Come on, Megan.”
“No. She’s not going anywhere but into protective custody.”
“What?” Jack and Megan said at the same time.
“I’m staying with Jack, Peter.”
“No, you’re not.” Peter spoke directly to Megan for the first time. “Megan, there’s someone out there trolling for you. You’re his next victim. There’s no doubt in my mind about that now. I have to put you into protective custody for your own safety. There’s no other choice.”
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Even before they reached the beach, Jack knew Megan’s sensed something.
She stopped a few feet behind him and closed her eyes.
“Jack, she’s here. She’s still alive.”
He glanced around, confronted by pitch darkness. The clouds had returned obscuring the moon. There weren’t any street lights out here. Jack left the car’s engine running and turned the headlights on high beam.
“There’s at least a dozen sheds, Megan. Can you make out one in particular?”
“No, we’ll have to split up.” For a moment, Jack hesitated. He didn’t want to let her out of his sight.
“Its okay, I can take care of myself. Jack, we don’t have a choice.” When he still didn’t say anything, she added, “Jack, we’re running out of time. She’s hurt.”
“All right but for God’s sake, Megan, please be careful.”
The first three sheds proved to be a dead end. They held nothing out of the ordinary, just a few gardening tools. But of course, they wouldn’t have chosen them. They were close to the road. Too obvious.
Jack and Megan split up, fanning out in different directions but he made sure he could see her flashlight at all times. The last shed appeared to be the largest of all. His light caught the glint of something metal attached to the door.
“Megan, over here! I think I have something.” Jack called out as he stepped closer. The lock looked similar to the one used on the cellar door at Joy’s murder scene.
“She’s in there. She’s still alive. I can feel her.”
Friday, August 24, 2007
“We’ll never find her alone. Jack let me call for help. We might be able to save her if we have enough people combing the area.”
“You’re right, we can’t do this alone. Okay, call it in,” Dan returned to the car while Jack and Megan headed toward the barn some fifty feet away.
“Megan, I hope to God you’re sure about this.”
“She’s here, Jack. I can feel her here.”
He took Megan’s hand as they made their way inside the dark barn. From the beam of Jack’s flashlight, the shadows of the barn stretched out around them. The place was covered in years of dust and abandonment.
“Do you feel anything?”
Megan clutched the earring and moved instinctively toward the place where she felt Joy’s presence the strongest. Her fear and pain continued to grow. Joy was terrified.
“God, he’s here with her, Jack. Eddie’s here!” Megan whispered urgently and watched as Jack drew his weapon. She did the same.
The voice of the killer and victim warred with each other. Joy tried to scream but he was there preventing her. “He’s laughing. God, he’s laughing at her pain.”
“Where is she, Megan? Can you tell me where she is?”
“This way!” She moved to the side entrance of the barn and Joy’s fear became more pronounced. Megan tried to focus on the girl alone but suddenly she went silent. She could still hear his laughter though.
Outside, a short distance from the house, the previous owners had built a small root cellar.
“The door’s open.” Megan pointed to the entrance where a weathered door stood ajar.
“Someone had the damn thing locked. Look,” Jack’s light hit the lock that lay open on the ground.
“Jack!” They could hear Dan calling to them from inside the barn.
“We’re out here, Dan! We’ve found something! Dan’s hurried footsteps rounded the corner of the building then stopped when he spotted them.
“Jeez…” Fresh blood covered the doorpost of the place.
“Megan, stay here.” Jack led the way down the stairs with Dan following. But Megan couldn’t stand by and wait. She followed them inside. At the bottom of the stairs, the light caught something. Joy. Joy’s warm body lay positioned in the Angel of Death’s standard pose.
“Dammit,” Jack knelt close to her searching for a pulse. Her throat had been slashed. He’d taken his time with her. She’d been tortured for days. “Call an ambulance!” Jack yelled out to Dan.
“Jack, she’s dead,” Megan told him quietly.
“Do it, dammit!” She knelt next to him as he began to perform CPR. The blood pulsed from Joy’s body with each compression.
“Jack. She’s gone. You can’t help her now.” Megan somehow managed to pull him away from Joy’s body.
Within a matter of minutes, the small room filled with agents. They descended on the crime scene and began analyzing everything, asking dozens of questions. It seemed like hours before the team finished examining Joy’s body and released her to the coroner.
Jack and Megan stood a little ways away from the bustle watching.
“I need to tell her parents. Dear God, I don’t know how to tell them this.”
“Let someone else do it, Jack.”
“No, I owe it to Joy to be the one.”
“Then I’m coming with you.” He turned to Megan and smiled wearily.
“Thank you. I need you, Megan. I need you with me. I’m so glad you’re here.”
The drive to the Youngblood’s house felt as if it took forever. Just getting out of the crime scene clogged with emergency vehicles seemed endless.
“Have they been told she’s missing?” Megan asked as they stopped in front of the house and someone obviously watching through the window, stepped outside.
“Yes, they were told. I told them. Dear God, Megan, how am I going to tell them their only child is dead?”
Thursday, August 23, 2007
“Emmie,” Megan whispered into the darkness only to have someone’s hand cover her mouth forcing the breath from her body.
Oh God—Emmie! Her thoughts were all for her daughter sleeping close by. Megan struggled to free herself from her attacker, her fingers searching frantically beneath the cushion of the chair.
Working for the Bureau taught her to expect the unexpected. She’d expected this moment for years. But only she knew about the gun. Her fingers had just wrapped around its grip when suddenly her assailant realized what she intended to do.
“I wouldn’t, Megan. I really wouldn’t.” His familiar voice slipped out of her fantasies, coming back to her from the past she’d tried so hard to leave behind—along with the Angel
Jack! Jack Montgomery was here!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
The photos spilled to the ground at their feet. Crime scene photos. Gruesome photos.
She couldn’t stop herself from looking, even though she tried. Rebecca’s naked body, tortured and mutilated, wearing the Angel’s signature white silk scarf around her eyes. Her throat had been slashed along with other, more deviant forms of torture. Her death would have been welcomed at that point. Rebecca’s hands had been untied postmortem. Megan could see the rope marks clearly. Now, they lay crossed in front of her chest, holding a spray of white lilacs.
Everything about the crime scene resembled the Angel of Death’s MO. But this case had one thing different from the original Angel victims. Rebecca wasn’t wealthy. She didn’t come from a moneyed background.
“Was there a quote from the Bible?” Megan asked Agent Dan Martinez , unable to stop the question.
“Yes, Exodus 12:23, ‘For the Lord will pass through to strike the Egyptians and when He sees the blood on the lintel and on the doorposts, the Lord will pass over the door and not allow the Angel of Death to come into your houses to strike you.’ The same as in the original Angel case.”
“But they’re not the same, Dan. Rebecca and the others’—they aren’t the same.”
“I thought you didn’t have the gift anymore.” He said with a smug smile.
“Then how do you know there were others? Nice try, Megan. You still have it. Even if you don’t want it.”
“You’re wrong. And now I’d like you both to leave.”
Dan struggled with growing frustration at her answer before finally accepting he couldn’t demand her help.
“All right. I can’t force you can I? Do you mind if I use your restroom before we leave? It’s a long drive back to town.” He didn’t wait for her answer but stepped inside the house, slamming the screen door.
Megan held her breath, praying he wouldn’t see the photos of Emmie scattered around the house. Living on the reservation had its benefits. Not in the least was the sense of security she felt. The crime rate out here was next to nonexistent. Megan rarely locked her door while jogging.
Please don’t let him figure it out.
She stood silently ignoring Agent Kellogg entirely while listening to his attempt at making nice with Bubba. She couldn’t keep from smiling. Stan Kellogg didn’t know this but until Megan gave the word, he would remain Bubba’s enemy.
Dan walked out of the house a short time later. Megan searched his expression for some sign he might have discovered her secret but Dan had once again perfected his Bureau’s blank stare. He walked past her to the driver’s door of the SUV without saying a word. Agent Kellogg moved to the passenger side.
“Tell Jack I’m sorry, okay?” Dan nodded then got into the Suburban.
“It’s good to see you again, Megan. And I mean that. Take care of yourself.” With those parting words still hanging between them, Dan put the Suburban in reverse, turned it around on the dirt drive and sped away.
Leaving the photos of the dead behind.Megan couldn’t look at them. She listened to the Suburban as it made its way along the dirt road leading out of the reservation. Then she began walking, slowly at first but when that didn’t extinguish their voices she started running. Before long, her footsteps raced across the open desert with only the sound of her labored breathing and Bubba’s thundering gallop overtaking the tortured cries of the dead in her head.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Throughout the long, sleepless hours of the early morning, Jack Mongtomery couldn’t escape the feeling something bad would happen today. It had to. It was the anniversary of the Angel of Death.
As head of the FBI’s DC branch of CASMIRC, Jack had seen his fair share of bad situations. But oddly enough the past few years at the center had been relatively tame. They’d been working cold cases just to stay funded.
Unfortunately, the last of his remaining doubts were about to be blown to smithereens and his gut instinct confirmed the minute he walked into his office that morning, guaranteeing he’d remember this day for the rest of his life.
Dan Martinez, Jack’s second in command, appeared in the doorway.
“What’s up?” Jack asked once he got a good look at Dan’s worried expression. This was going to be bad.
“DC police found the body of a woman in an empty warehouse off Arlington Boulevard,” Dan told him before taking his usual seat across from Jack.
“So?” Dan didn’t answer right away, which only served to increase Jack’s apprehension. “So what’s so special about this one to make DC homicide want us involved in it? Don’t tell me it’s a politician?”
“No such luck. Jack, I’ll be honest with you, I don’t know what to make of it. I received a call from homicide this morning. The detective I spoke with who caught the case wanted to talk to you. The killer used a scarf. A white Heremes scarf. Not only similar to the scarf used in the original Angel case, Jack, it’s the same scarf.”
“What are you talking about? That’s impossible—”
“He used the same scarf as in the original Sinclair murder. The initial lab report indicates there is more than one source of blood on the scarf and since the perp didn’t leave any DNA at the crime scene we’re almost certain it isn’t his. I had the lab compare the blood to Amy’s blood type and it’s a match.”
“How is that possible?”
“That’s what I wanted to know, so I checked on the evidence file from those first cases and Jack—the scarves have all gone missing from the Angel of Death case.”
“What did you say?” Jack’s thoughts went instinctively back to the last time he’d seen those scarves. They’d remained at CASMIRC for three years following the official closing of the Angel case even though they’d never recovered Eddie’s body from the Potomac. Later, they’d gone into storage at the Bureau’s evidence storage facility.
“How is that possible, Dan?”
“That’s a good question. And one we’d better figure out soon. Before the press gets wind of this.”
“Have you talked to the evidence clerk?”
“Yes, I called her as soon as I discovered the missing evidence. But nothing unusual happened to her knowledge and she’s squeaky clean. She’s a dead end, Jack.”
“Does Peter know about this yet?”
“Are you kidding? I wanted to give you the heads up before I mentioned anything to him.”
“Good. Keep it that way for now. He’s going to blow when he hears someone waltzed into our evidence facility and took evidence from one of the most notorious serial killer cases in centuries. The one case none of us want resurrected again.” Jack didn’t really need to add that last part.
“Hey, you aren’t telling me anything I don’t know, buddy. I’m meeting the two homicide detectives working the case in a few minutes. I’ve asked them to turn over all the information they have so far to us. You want to sit in? I can have them meet us here.”
“Yes. But let’s try to keep a lid on this for now, Dan. This could all just be some screwup at the lab. No need getting anyone worked up unnecessarily. Did you find anything else missing from the evidence files?”
“Nothing and I drove out there this morning myself to check on it personally. Just the scarves.”
As he waited for Dan to bring the two detectives round, Jack glanced at the calendar on his desk. Six years ago to the day. The anniversary of the discovery of first victim in the Angel of Death murders. The first of many to follow. He still remembered everything he’d felt about that day because he’d felt the same way today. God he hoped this wasn’t going to prove to be another bad omen.
Monday, August 20, 2007
It was the same dream as always. It had haunted her for six years. It always got to her. But then, coming so close to death was bound to lead to a few unpleasant dreams.
If only it were that simple. Megan knew better. Just thinking about him made her want to check on Emmie again. She needed reassurance.
Megan quietly opened the bedroom door and tiptoed to the bed, looking down at her sleeping child. Emmie—Emily Marie Beaumont, named after both Megan’s mother and grandmother, slept peacefully in her mother’s bed. She was so like Megan and yet so like her father that at times Megan could almost feel his touch again.
Excerpt from, Don't Close Your Eyes by Mary Eason -- Coming to Cerridwen Press August 30th.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Don't Close Your Eyes...Romance, Passion, and Suspense that will keep you guessing until the very end...
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Wednesday, August 01, 2007
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