The author of The Pocket Wife explores the dark side of love, marriage, and infidelity in this sizzling novel of psychological suspense.
Everybody's luck runs out. This time it could be theirs . . .
It isn't safe. That's what Joe tells her when he ends their affair--moments before their car skids off an icy road in a blinding snowstorm and hits a tree. Desperate to keep her life intact--her job, her husband, and her precious daughter, Lily--Dorrie will do everything she can to protect herself, even if it means walking away from the wreckage. Dorrie has always been a good actress, pretending to be someone else: the dutiful daughter, the satisfied wife, the woman who can handle anything. Now she's going to put on the most challenging performance of her life. But details about the accident leave her feeling uneasy and afraid. Why didn't Joe's airbag work? Why was his car door open before the EMTs arrived? And now suddenly someone is calling her from her dead lover's burner phone. . . .
Joe's death has left his wife in free fall as well. Karen knew Joe was cheating--she found some suspicious e-mails. Trying to cope with grief is devastating enough without the constant fear that has overtaken her--this feeling she can't shake that someone is watching her. And with Joe gone and the kids grown, she's vulnerable . . . and on her own.
Insurance investigator Maggie Brennan is suspicious of the latest claim that's landed on her desk--a man dying on an icy road shortly after buying a lucrative life insurance policy. Maggie doesn't believe in coincidences. The former cop knows that things--and people--are never what they seem to be.
As the fates of these three women become more tightly entwined, layers of lies and deception begin to peel away, pushing them dangerously to the edge . . . closer to each other . . . to a terrifying truth . . . to a shocking end.
Local author, Ron Rhody has written a new novel "Concerning the Matter of the King of Craw" about the infamous John Fallis.
Ron is author of the "Theo" books about Frankfort.
Ron Rhody was in the store to sign copies of his new book recently.
So we have a limited quantity of signed copies of King of Craw that would make great presents.
Kentucky author C. E. Morgan is drawing a lot of attention with her book "The Sport of Kings."
From the New York Times:
In 1955, Sports Illustrated sent William Faulkner to cover the Kentucky Derby. The article that resulted didn’t have much in common with sports journalism. It was a prose poem, a sensorium. Its thesis statement, which I have located with the aid of bloodhounds, is probably this: “What the horse supplies to man is something deep and profound in his emotional nature and need.”
C. E. Morgan’s ravishing and ambitious new horse-world novel, “The Sport of Kings,” taps into that nature and need. It’s a mud-flecked epic, replete with fertile symbolism, that hurtles through generations of Kentucky history.
On its surface, “The Sport of Kings” has enough incident (arson, incest, a lynching, miscegenation, murder) to sustain a 1980s-era television mini-series. You might title that mini-series “Lexington!” Michael Landon would play a dynastic horse breeder, tanked up on destiny, with a whip in one hand and a mint julep in the other.
But Ms. Morgan is not especially interested in surfaces, or in conventional plot migrations. She’s an interior writer, with deep verbal and intellectual resources. She fills your head with all that exists in hers, and that is quite a lot — she has a special and almost Darwinian interest in consanguinity, in the barbed things that are passed on in the blood of people and of horses, like curses, from generation to generation.
The NewYorker Magazine had this to say:
“The Sport of Kings” hovers between fiction, history, and myth, its characters sometimes like the ancient ones bound to their tales by fate, its horses distant kin to those who drew the chariot of time across the sky. One of Morgan’s remarkable achievements in this novel is to wind all the clocks at once: a mortal one, which stops too soon (“time is a horse you never have to whip”); a historical one, which stops when memory runs down; and a cosmological one, which never stops at all.
Come in an pick a copy to see what the talk is all about.