Anne Patrick is a fellow Desert Breeze suspense author. As a child, she always had a very vivid imagination. When most kids on her block were playing with their dolls and army men, Anne and her detective friends were busy solving make believe crimes in the neighborhood. Each day was a new and exciting adventure with danger lurking around every corner. Then in high school, after discovering the wonderful world of romantic suspense, Anne decided to put that imagination to better use. She’s been spinning stories ever since. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with family and friends and traveling to foreign countries to experience new cultures. She makes her home in Kansas with her playful German Shepherd, Zoe, and an ornery cat named Sailor.
Her next book, Fire Creek, will be released July 1.
In this story, Kasey Montgomery has returned to her hometown of Fire Creek Montana after the apparent suicide of her cousin. Within days of Beth’s funeral, Kasey begins to find inconsistencies in her death. The local sheriff is quick to dismiss the allegations as figments of a writer’s imagination. Kasey is determined to prove otherwise. Does the bronzed skinned stranger from Beth’s funeral hold the answers?
Kasey rounded the corner onto the street where she’d left her car. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Jimmy Little Raven leaning against the hood of the Firebird, his arms folded across his chest.
It took several seconds to recover from her initial shock before she walked over to her car. “What are you doing here?”
“Never mind that. What were you doing in Woodward’s office?” he demanded.
She avoided his glare, as her mind raced to come up with a logical explanation. Lying was out of the question, not that it’d do any good anyway. He had no doubt seen her through the window, explaining the noise she heard.
“Do you realize how much trouble you could get into if anyone was to find out you broke into his office?”
“No one’s going to find out… unless you rat on me. Besides, I didn’t break in, I had a key.”
Before she could answer, her breath was yanked violently from her lungs as he lifted her up and dove, with her in his arms, onto the hood of the Firebird. The sounds of crunching metal, breaking glass and squealing tires followed. The earth seemed to rumble beneath her as their bodies rolled together onto the hard cement below.