Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Monday, November 7, 2016

#NewRelease #Announcement: The #Truth Will Out By Karen Mossman!!



Genre: Thriller suspense

Book Description:

You can run but you can never hide.

Kelly needs to escape from her abusive and controlling boyfriend, but she's terrified to leave. She’s then given a chance to start a fresh, but is the cost for her freedom too high?

Sarah is happy in her life. She has a dream job and a perfect roommate. But when a brick is thrown through the window, followed by a letter containing razor blades, her life starts to spin out of control. Detective Ryan Andrews is on the case and the two quickly form a close bond.

Will Kelly pay that price for freedom? Can Sarah's secret past be kept from Ryan?



Excerpt:


It was Abby, and I knew instantly something was wrong. She was breathing heavily, or nervously.

“I’m being followed!” She gasped.

“Where are you?” I said, already hurrying towards the door, shoving my feet into sandals.

“Station Road.”

“I’m coming. Be there in a tick. Just keep walking!”

I switched off the phone, grabbed my keys and slammed the door, taking the stairs two at a time.

My mind was racing as I turned onto Station Road and saw Abby coming towards me on her way home from work. I could also see a dark hooded figure behind her.

Shit.

Her face was pale and rigid. I ran and caught her arm, just as the man reached us. I saw surprise or confusion in his eyes as he saw me. Shielding her, spinning her around, he brushed by me instead.

I felt a thud as he hit me heavily in the back. Both Abby and I toppled into the bushes. Abby started screaming, and the man ran off.

Something was wrong.

“Oh God!” Abby’s shrill voice penetrated my now fuddled brain as she scrambled to her feet.

I tried to get up, but couldn’t.

Front doors opened and people came over to us. I didn’t feel too good and touched my back. Blood.

Did I mention the silent phone calls on the house phone recently? Then, of course, the brick and razor blades and now this.



About the Author

Karen loves fiction, reading and especially writing short stories and novels. She is also an avid blogger and book reviewer.

Living on the beautiful Isle Anglesey, off the North Wales coast, Karen draws inspiration from the world around her.


Other books by Karen:
Joanna’s Journey

The Secret

The Missing

Behind the Music

Heroes


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