The Tempest Murders
by p.m. Terrell
A provocative story of a love that spans centuries, of soul mates found, lost and reunited… and the lengths to which one man will go to change their destiny.
Irish Detective Ryan O’Clery is working a series of homicides in America when he discovers a journal written by an uncle, Constable Rian Kelly, five generations earlier. The journal detailed the same type of murders as the worst storm in Ireland’s history slammed into the island in 1839.
As Hurricane Irene barrels toward the North Carolina coastline, Ryan discovers even the killer’s description matches his cases exactly. And as he falls in love with television reporter Cathleen Reilly, he begins to wonder if she is the reincarnation of Caitlin O’Conor, Rian Kelly’s lover—the woman who was lost to the killer as the storm raged in Ireland—and if he is the reincarnation of Constable Rian Kelly.
Now he’s in a race to rescue Cathleen before the killer finds her—or is history destined to repeat itself?
When their ardor grew too intense for the bath’s confines, Cait reluctantly pulled back from Ríán, her fingers lingering even as she rose to her feet. Now he had an unencumbered view of a body that might not have been perfect but it was perfect for him. The candlelight danced over skin that was taut and ivory as most Irish skin can be; the small of her back gently sloping to a full derriere that he couldn’t resist leaning forward and kissing as his arms wrapped around her thighs. He was gentle enough not to cause her to lose her balance and when she turned toward him in a flirtatious, playful manner, his kisses swept around her body.
As he glanced upward, her breasts enticed him and her hands moved from his hair to her own. She pulled the pin, releasing her tresses so they cascaded across her shoulders and down her back. Her hair always threatened to send him over the edge; it was carnal this hold she had on him, and he felt himself a willing prisoner.
At the sight of her locks tempting him from above, he came to his feet and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her even as he intertwined his fingers with her hair. She smelled of fresh flowers and as he ran his lips over her skin, she tasted sweet and clean. He wished he could fuse them together, just like this, for all eternity.
She shivered as the chilly air reached her moist skin and he reluctantly released her. They both grabbed for the linens at the same time and wrapped each other in the soft, dry cloth as their kisses lingered on each other’s lips.
When they opened their eyes a few minutes later, her pupils were large and dark, her eyes almost glowing with golden specks that outshone the gray-blue storminess of her irises.
He lifted her into his arms and cradled her against him for a long moment as she drew his head closer to hers and their lips found each other once again. He knew what he wanted to do; he wanted to carry her into his bed chambers, drop her gently onto a bed still rumpled from their previous exertions, and make love to her as gently and passionately, with measured purpose and reckless abandon, as he possibly could.
But he could not force himself to break the hold she had on his lips and his mouth until a sudden rapping at the front door interrupted them.
“It’s Finn,” she breathed softly.
Reluctantly, he set her down just outside the bath and then hastily joined her, pulling the cloth around his waist as he made his way to the door. The knocking grew so insistent that he heard himself shouting, “Coming, Finn!”
“It’s another murder!” Finn yelled through the door.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than eighteen books in four genres: contemporary suspense, historical suspense, computer how-to and non-fiction.
Prior to writing full-time, she founded two computer companies in the Washington, DC Metropolitan Area: McClelland Enterprises, Inc. and Continental Software Development Corporation. Among her clients were the Central Intelligence Agency, United States Secret Service, U.S. Information Agency, and Department of Defense. Her specialties were in white collar computer crimes and computer intelligence.
Vicki’s Key was a top five finalist in the 2012 International Book Awards and 2012 USA Book Awards nominee and her historical suspense, River Passage, was a 2010 Best Fiction and Drama Winner. It was determined to be so historically accurate that a copy of the book resides at the Nashville Government Metropolitan Archives in Nashville, Tennessee.
She is also the co-founder of The Book ‘Em Foundation, an organization committed to raising public awareness of the correlation between high crime rates and high illiteracy rates. She is the organizer of Book ‘Em North Carolina, an annual event held in Lumberton, North Carolina, to raise funds to increase literacy and reduce crime. For more information on this event and the literacy campaigns funded by it, visit www.bookemnc.org.
She sits on the boards of the Friends of the Robeson County Public Library and the Robeson County Arts Council. She has also served on the boards of Crime Stoppers and Crime Solvers and became the first female president of the Chesterfield County-Colonial Heights Crime Solvers in Virginia.
For more information visit the author’s website at www.pmterrell.com, follow her on Twitter at @pmterrell, her blog at www.pmterrell.blogspot.com, and on Facebook under author.p.m.terrell.
GUEST POST: WRITING QUIRKS AND MUST-HAVES
I suppose my first writing quirk is I must have chocolate, and plenty of it. I saw a recent news report about the scientific findings of chocolate and sugar on a person’s brain, and the “sugar high” we’ve heard so much about actually has a basis in medicine. So I suppose I reach that “sugar high” and something from the cosmos speaks to me, much as spirits spoke to the shamans of times past after they imbibed in whatever they imbibed in!
I also dream every scene before I write it.
This began when I was writing the true story of my ancestor, Mary Neely, who was captured by Shawnee warriors in 1780 and held as a slave for three years before she managed to escape and find her way home. I had taken to the road and followed in her footsteps from the place she was captured near Nashville, Tennessee through Kentucky, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, and Michigan—then across Canada and into New York, Pennsylvania and Virginia. Along the way I met with historians, archeologists and others with information about her travels. But what I was lacking was her thoughts. So I would go to bed each night asking her, “What were you thinking as this unfolded? What were you thinking when you reached this place, or this event happened to you?”
I would awaken in the night from vivid nightmares, and I would know the next morning how to write her scenes and add her emotions to the story.
I found when I finished that book, the dreams continued. I dreamed the entire books Dylan’s Song and The Tempest Murders before I began writing the first page.
Because of this practice, I never have writer’s block. I simply hand the scenes over to my subconscious at night, and the next morning I know exactly what will be put down on paper.
The problem is how to write fast enough to keep up with the dreams!
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