Friday, August 29, 2014

INTRODUCING THE SUSPENSE SISTERS' BOOK REVIEWERS




Marji Laine is a collaborator in three novellas with short stories published in both books and magazines. A homeschooling mom or four, two of which are graduates, she is married to a wonderful business analyst who keeps her grounded in reality. Her blog, Faith Driven Fiction, posts reader and writer focused articles as well as analysis of popular movies with a Biblical World view. Find her at  Facebook,  Twitter,  Pinterest,  Goodreads, or  Google+.




The Suspense Sisters recently added a new feature: book reviews! We are so blessed to have Marji Laine as our senior reviewer. She's added a wonderful list of additional reviewers: Sandra Ardoin, Wanda Barefoot, Iola Goulton, Sybil Bates McCormack, and Brittany McEuen. Welcome, ladies!

As an author, I know that book reviews can be an incredible boost or an supreme irritation. But what are the frustrations reviewers face? Here is your chance to hear from "the other side." The following interview is led by the fabulous Marji Laine!



INTRODUCING THE SUSPENSE SISTERS' BOOK REVIEWERS

By Marji Laine 
 
What started out as a simple question with our new reviewers rather exploded into a chat session. Grab your coffee mug and join the conversation with your comments below:
 
Question: What do you love about reviewing Christian fiction?
 
Marji: I love reviewing Christian fiction for a couple of reasons. I want to encourage the authors; to let them know they made a difference. But I also need to evaluate what I'm reading to strengthen my own writing. Who knows? Maybe someday, one of my own books will be reviewed here on Suspense Sisters! LOL! 

Wanda: I am waiting for your book to be featured, Marji.
 
Marji: Lol! I have to get one published first.  

Wanda: Well, I love everything about reviewing. The process of reading, reviewing and creating blog posts can be tiring for me at times but I love connecting with authors and other readers. I love when my readers reply to a post and share their thoughts on the book. But, most of all, I enjoy supplying reviews for Christian fiction to my readers who enjoy a good clean book for themselves and their children. In a way, I spread The Word through writing just like authors but on a much smaller scale. I, also, love helping authors period. I love reading, and there are a lot of authors whose books I am crazy about. It's humbling to know that I might play even a tiny part in helping them continue to write.
 
Sybil: Well, it's certainly no secret that I aspire to be published in the genre someday. In the meanwhile, I read Christian Fiction for pleasure, for entertainment, and for inspiration. I want to glean as much as I can from studying well-crafted works by the incredible ladies and gents who write it. 
 
Sandra: Do you all ever go through times when you just DON'T want to read? I read, read, read for months, then burn out for a while. That's when I fill the evenings with mindless TV until I'm ready to tackle another book--and the cycle starts over again. :)
 
Marji: I confess, I do. Those are the times when I do cram-sessions to finish a book at the last minute for a review. I'm usually glad I read did, though. Sometimes, the books I make myself push through are the ones that give the greatest pleasure.
 
Iola: Interesting take, Marji.
 
Wanda: Sandra, do I ever! I have been fighting the reading blues for the past month. Then, I might start back up and read steady for 2 years. I'm like Marji, those slumps are when I really CRAM those books in to meet deadlines. And, honestly, it makes more work for me when I do that and more stress. If I would just go ahead and read it would be much easier.
 
Sybil: I always feel like reading. Hahahaha! Finding the time to do so--what with the time I spend working, ministering, "wife-ing" (yes--I'm sure that's a word!) and mothering--is the challenge.
 
Brittany: Not too often, but occasionally I need a reading break. Sometimes what I struggle with is picking up a new book when I really enjoyed the last one I read. Once I have read a chapter or two, then I am glad I got started on it. And I love so many things about writing book reviews! I love getting to share my thoughts and interact with the people who follow my blog. I love knowing that the review that I have written will be a blessing to both readers and authors. I love that writing reviews on my blog has opened so many new doors! I have gotten to know readers who share my taste in fiction, other bloggers (we have some fun blogging groups on Goodreads), and authors who enjoy sharing their love of writing with those of us who love reading. It has been a great experience.
 
Wanda: Brittany you and I have that in common! I just didn't realize how much reviews meant to authors but, once I found out, I ran with it!
 
Sandra: I love talking about good books. Yes, Goodreads is a great place to do that. There are also lively reader groups on Facebook. I have a sister-in-law who loves reading Christian fiction, so when we get together, we're always talking about what we've read recently and comparing notes. Some reviewers enjoy getting down to the meat of the GMC, spiritual elements, and plot points. Unless it flashes like a neon sign, I get so into the story I forget to focus on things like that. :) I tend to give an overview, then tell why I like something. And I know what you mean by not wanting to begin a new book when your mind is still on the last, Brittany. That happens to me when I find one I absolutely loved reading.
 
Iola: I sometimes have that problem, Brittany. If the last book was fantastic, then it can be hard to give the next one a fair reading, as it's not going to be as good (or if it is, the next one won't be). I tend to either not read for a couple of days, read something I'm not going to review, or read a totally different genre.
 
Brittany: I love switching genres between reads. It really helps keep things fresh for me!
 
Marji: Switching genres after reading an excellent book is a great idea. Like milk and Oreos. :)
 
Iola: At first, what I loved about reviewing was definitely the ability to share my views on books I'd loved (or not!) with others. I've been involved with various online discussions at Amazon and Goodreads over the years, and have "met" a variety of book lovers through those. We talk about all sorts of things - books (obviously), reviews, reviewers, authors, food (chocolate!), things we like in books, things we don't like in books ... reviewing has been a way for me to connect with like-minded readers around the world. It's also been great to interview authors for my blog, and find out more about them and the characters they create. My favourite genre now is romantic suspense. I love the mysteries and thrillers, yet still think most stories could be improved with the injection of a little romance
 
Marji: I'm SO with you on the romance! That adds such a sweet touch to the suspense or mystery!
 
Wanda: I agree with the romance added in when it comes to suspense and mystery. I think even a little romance adds to a story but, then again, I'm a romance reader!
 
Sybil: I enjoy wrestling for just the right words to describe each reading experience. Sometimes I succeed, and sometimes I don't. But the effort to convey the passion that I felt as I journeyed through a particular novel is always well worth it. (I wonder if anyone else finds him- or herself - smiling or crying uncontrollably while writing book reviews.)
 
Marji: LOL! I cry over everything else, surely I’ve shed tears over a review! But y’all are AWESOME. And I love that we’ve got a team that’s so diverse and worldwide. Thanks so much for reviewing for SUSPENSE SISTERS! We look forward to reading your thoughts! 

Our thanks to our wonderful reviewers! To read their reviews, go here: http://suspensesistersreviews.blogspot.com/ 

Friday, August 22, 2014

A Side Trip to Scotland....my novella and me!

This spring my dh and I took a trip to the Scottish Highlands.  Besides enjoying every minute, what a perfect research opportunity it turned out to be!  I collected loads of literature, took hundreds of photos, and picked up all of the local books I could  manage given the luggage weight limits for the trip home.

Here's one of the photos:  of Brodie, the charming mascot of a pub up in the Scottish Highlands.

When an opportunity arose to take part in the multi-author Christmas anthology Sweet Christmas Kisses e-book (which will be out this fall) it seemed like a grand place to use some of that research.  

For the past week, I've been plotting and planning and working on characters, and came to discover two things.


 Though I've done several online serials for Harlequin over the years, writing a novella is a whole different challenge from writing book length fiction or an online series.   And writing a sweet Christmas romance without a gripping  spine of suspense is even more so!

Oh, my story (A Scottish Christmas)  will have a light mystery in it, but what an experience it is to step out of the familiar and to work on something different--just now and then.

What are some of the challenges you've given yourself lately--new things to learn,  experiences to try?  How did it go?

And what is on your bucket list for the future?



Best wishes to everyone!
Roxanne Rustand
www.roxannerustand.com

Monday, August 18, 2014

GMC/MRU: the Muscles and Molecules of Storytelling - Part I

Jill Elizabeth Nelson here. It's that time of month to deliver a writing tip for the authors among us readers. Or for the readers who are curious what goes into the labor of writing the novels you enjoy.

The familiar phrase “put some muscle into it” applies to storytelling as much as to manual labor. The goals, motivations, and conflicts (GMC) of the characters propel a story along, much like the muscles that move the human body, sometimes in vigorous action, sometimes in slight but significant gestures. Without GMC, we writers have no story to tell, but once we set up the GMC for each character, we have the power to move the story forward.

While the muscles of the story thrust the plot forward, the minutia of sentence and phrase provide crispness, clarity, and punch. Phrases and sentences are built from motivation/reaction units. MRUs convey a writer’s meaning to the reader by maintaining the logical sequence of events. Placing the reaction before the motivation creates awkward moments in the story; yet this is a common error, one that even the seasoned storyteller must guard against.

Mindfulness

In a Q & A session with a writing class, one student felt overwhelmed about keeping these concepts straight. She asked if a writer must always be consciously mindful of the techniques or if they come naturally after a while. I assured her that she could wipe the sweat from her brow. Both GMC and MRU become second nature with practice. Not that any of us comes to the place where we execute our craft perfectly—at least not in the first draft—but the methods to the madness do become more instinctive over time and experience.

In a nutshell, goal answers the question “what,” and motivation answers the question “why.” Goal is concrete and externally measurable. In other words, by the end of the scene, chapter, or book, it should be obvious whether or not the character has achieved the goal. Motive is internal, not necessarily externally measurable, and provides the incentive that both generates the goal and causes the character to take action in order to achieve it.

Each of the three elements of GMC is necessary in order for a story to exist for the telling. But character motivations are the pivotal element that provides the goals, which dictates the conflict. Therefore, knowing why our characters are compelled to do what they do is essential to proceeding at any point within the story.

Author Omniscience?

But, you ask, must we know everything about our characters before we can write about them? Actually, that’s probably never going to happen. I find that I learn about my characters as I write about them and sometimes the sly creatures keep important matters to themselves for quite some time. Let me tell a brief story along that vein.

In my debut novel, Reluctant Burglar, my hero shared a significant piece of backstory with his FBI partner, who is suicidal. The baring of his guts to his partner helped turn the guy's thought processes in a better direction. With that worthy goal accomplished, I thought I was done with that bit of my hero’s motivational backstory. Well, hah! I was wrong.

In the sequel, my hero "told me" more about himself—backstory of the backstory, if you will—that deepened and enriched that second book in ways I never anticipated or planned. And the revelation came about because I constantly dig around in my characters' psyches to make sure they are properly motivated for everything they do. But you'd think the backstory business would end there all nice and neat. Not!


In book three, he told me even more of his backstory, and I was able to weave it all into the capstone of the trilogy in a way that both made sense and provided resolution. That's an example of the value of always being aware of GMC.

In next month's writing tip blog post, we will continue on this topic and talk about Motivation in Real Life. 

About the Author

Award-winning author and writing teacher, Jill Elizabeth Nelson, writes what she likes to read—tales of adventure seasoned with romance, humor, and faith. Jill is a popular speaker for conferences, writers groups, library associations, civic and church groups. She delights to bring the “Ahah! Moment” to students as they make new skills their own. Her bestselling handbook for writers, Rivet Your Readers with Deep Point of View, is available at http://amzn.to/IvQTkj.Visit Jill on the web at: www.jillelizabethnelson.com or look her up on Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/JillElizabethNelson.Author. Her most recent release is Shake Down from Love Inspired Romantic Suspense.

About the Deep POV Book:

Novelists crave their readers to live their stories, not merely read them. The Deep Point of View technique anchors readers inside the psyches’ of the point of view character(s) of a novel. The handbook, Rivet Your Readers with Deep Point of View, shows how to perform the transformation from ordinary narrative to deep narrative in clear, easy-to-master steps. Sweep your writing to the next level with a technique that creates immediacy and intimacy with your readers and virtually eliminates show/don't tell issues.

About Shake Down

House of Secrets! To clear his imprisoned father's name, Shane Gillum must find evidence hidden in a Martha's Vineyard cottage. But he arrives to find the "vacant" property being prepped for sale by real estate agent Janice Swenson. Is she tied to the notorious owners? Or is she in over her head as the "accidents" on the property grow increasingly dangerous? And who is the saboteur targeting--Shane with his search, or Janice with her dark, hidden past? With so much at stake, trusting Janice is a huge risk . . . but keeping silent about the cottage's mysteries could mire them both in a deadly scheme.

Friday, August 15, 2014

GATHERING SHADOWS BY NANCY MEHL



Nancy Mehl lives in Festus, Missouri, with her husband, Norman, and her very active puggle, Watson. She’s authored eighteen books and is currently at work on a new series for Bethany House Publishing. The first book in her Finding Sanctuary series, “Gathering Shadows” was released on May 6th.

All of Nancy’s novels have an added touch – something for your spirit as well as your soul. “I welcome the opportunity to share my faith through my writing,” Nancy says. “God is number one in my life. I wouldn’t be writing at all if I didn’t believe that this is what He’s called me to do. I hope everyone who reads my books will walk away with the most important message I can give them: God is good, and He loves you more than you can imagine. He has a good plan for your life, and there is nothing you can’t overcome with His help.”

Readers can learn more about Nancy through her Web site: www.nancymehl.com. She has a newsletter located at: www.nancymehl.blogspot.com, and is a part of another blog, The Suspense Sisters: www.suspensesisters.blogspot.com, along with several other popular suspense authors. She is also very active on Facebook.


From Nancy:

GATHERING SHADOWS is the first book in my Finding Sanctuary Series. It will be followed by DEADLY ECHOES in February, and the third book later in 2015. Here's a peek at Gathering Shadows. To win a copy, leave a comment, along with your contact info, and I'll draw a winner next week. 

GATHERING SHADOWS

Wynter Evans is a promising young reporter for a television station in St. Louis, but even a bright future doesn't take away her pain over the disappearance of her brother nine years ago. So when she stumbles across a photograph of a boy with an eerie resemblance to him, she can't pass up the chance to track him down. With research for work as her cover, she sets out with one of the station's photogs for the place where the picture was taken: the town of Sanctuary.

Almost as soon as she arrives, she meets the town's handsome young mayor, Rueben King, and together they begin to uncover long held secrets that could tear the small town apart and change everything Wynter thought she knew about her life. As the truth of her family's past hides in the shadows, it's clear someone will stop at nothing to keep the answers she's searching for hidden forever--even if the cost is Wynter's very life.





GATHERING SHADOWS / PROLOGUE AND FIRST CHAPTER

PROLOGUE

He observed the youngster ride his bike to the end of the block where the street dead-ended. Then, after looking around carefully, the man slowly drove his car over to where the boy stood, staring at something on the ground. He parked a few yards away and watched as the boy wiped tears off his face.
The man rolled down his window.

            “Excuse me,” he said. “You’re Ryan Erwin, aren’t you?”

The boy stood up straight and stared wide-eyed at the man, his expression guarded. He blinked furiously, obviously not wanting the man to know he’d been crying.

“Yeah, I’m Ryan.”

The man smiled. “I’m Bill Martin. I live on the next block. You’ve seen me before, right?”

Ryan frowned, his forehead wrinkled in thought. “I…I don’t know…”

“Sure you have. I own the big black lab.”

The boy’s expression brightened. “Oh, yeah. I know that dog. You own it?”

The man nodded. “That’s Sadie. She recently had puppies, and one of them is missing. I wonder if you’ve seen it?” The man reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed a photo. “Here’s a picture of Waggles. He got out this morning. I’d sure hate for him to get run over. He’s just a little thing.” He held the picture out.

            Ryan nudged the kickstand on his bike down and approached the car. 

            “He’s cute isn’t he?” the man said, his smile pasted firmly in place. “My kids are heartbroken.” He pulled the photo a little closer to him. “You have a dog, don’t you?”

            The boy nodded. “Yeah, a golden retriever.”

            “What’s his name?”

            “We named him Ollie, after Laurel and Hardy. My dad…” Ryan took a deep breath. “My dad thinks they’re funny.”

            “I like that name.”

            The boy came up even nearer to the car.

            “Ryan, do you think you could do me a favor and help me look for my puppy? I’d sure hate to go home and tell my kids something happened to him.”

            The boy studied the man’s face once again, then he stared down at the photo of the small, black lab puppy. Finally, he nodded. “My teacher told me not to talk to strangers, but I guess since I know you, it would be all right.”

            “I’m glad you know about stranger danger. It’s very important to be careful.” The man’s smile widened. “Why don’t you leave your bike here? We’ll look for Waggles, and after we find him, I’ll bring you right back.”

            “Sure,” Ryan said. He glanced back once at his new blue racing bike as he ran around the car and got into the passenger seat.

          An hour later, Ryan’s father found the bike.
         

          But Ryan was gone.

CHAPTER ONE

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

            Megan’s voice made me jump. I looked up to see her standing beside me. I hadn’t heard her come in. “Sorry. Guess I drifted away for a minute.”

            She stared back at me with a strange look on her face. “You’re about the whitest person I’ve ever known, Wynter. When you get pale, it’s scary. Something about those pictures upset you?”

            I shook my head. “No. Just looking them over.” I cleared my throat and turned back to the photographs that lay scattered on the large mahogany conference table. “Where did you say you got these?”

            “From my mom. She took them about six years ago.” Megan plopped down in the chair next to me. Her brown eyes sparkled. “She lives in Madison County.” She pointed at the photos. “This town is about ten miles from her. The people shop in Fredericktown, where she lives, so she sees them quite a bit. They don’t like people taking their pictures, but Mom snapped these from her car as she drove past them. I doubt if they were happy about it.”

            “They’re Amish?”

            She frowned. “No. Mom said they’re Mennonite. Not as strict as the Amish, but I think they share some of the same beliefs. Don’t know if this place would fit into your report, but since you’re putting together a list of unique Missouri towns, I thought you might find the pictures interesting.” She pulled one of the photos closer and peered carefully at it. “My mom says the whole town isn’t religious, but most of them live very simply. You know, horses and buggies, stuff like that. Mom has a friend who moved there just because she wanted a more uncomplicated life. She’s not Mennonite though.” Megan shrugged her thin shoulders. “I don’t know much else.”

            I fingered through the photos once again. They showed people riding in buggies. Most of the men wore hats while the older women had some kind of head covering. I couldn’t stop my fingers from trembling.

            “Are you sure you’re okay?” Megan asked again, her voice tinged with worry. Her dark eyes sought mine. “The flu’s going around. Maybe you’ve got it.” She pushed her chair back a bit, causing me to smile. 

            “No, I’m fine. Too much coffee this morning, I guess.”

            “You do drink more coffee than anyone I’ve ever known.”

            I nodded. “What’s the name of this town?”

            “Sanctuary. Cool name, huh? But I doubt it’s on any map.” She flipped over one of the pictures. “I wrote down some directions so you’d know how to find it.” She shook her head. “I haven’t had time to do any other research. Sorry. Ed’s got us jumping. The new owners are due in at the end of the week. No one knows what will happen after that.”

            I didn’t respond because there really wasn’t anything to say. According to a friend at another station in town, new owners could be a blessing – or a curse. Usually, the latter turned out to be true. Corporate hotshots, convinced they knew more than anyone else, loved to clear the deck and “bring new excitement” to existing television stations. Many times, the best people were lost in the shuffle, while new, inexperienced reporters and on-air personalities drove loyal viewers to a competing station. It had already happened twice at KDSM before I was hired. I was hopeful this transition would be smooth. 

“If you look online, it’s possible you might find a phone number for someone who actually lives in Sanctuary,” Megan said, going back to our previous discussion. “You could stumble across a resident who could help you.” A smile lit up her ebony features. “Who knows? Maybe this will turn out to be an adventure.”

            “Maybe.” I returned her smile. “I’m hoping this idea will turn out to be interesting enough for Ed to sign off on. With a little luck it could end up being a franchise. You know, like John Lewis’s People of Missouri.” John Lewis, a reporter at KJML, another station in St. Louis, had vaulted himself into an anchor position after putting together a weekly piece about unique people who lived in our state. Although I enjoyed my job as a reporter, I secretly hoped this story would move me up too. Like John, more than anything, I wanted to sit in the anchor chair.

            “Missy is so jealous,” Megan replied, grinning. “She really wanted the next assignment. When Ed agreed to let you put this concept together and present it, she turned three different shades of green.” She laughed. “Even her carefully applied makeup couldn’t hide her jealously.”

            “She’s been gunning for me ever since she started. I’d hate to know what she’s really thinking behind that fake smile.”

            “I’m sure it’s not suitable for prime time,” Megan quipped.

            “I agree.” I reached out and touched her arm. “Thanks, Megan. You’ve been so supportive. I really appreciate it.”

            “That’s what friends are for.” She got up left the conference room, slowly closing the door behind her.

            Her words echoed in my mind. Were we really friends? I guess she was closer to me than most of the people in my life. I tried hard to keep a distance between me and my coworkers. Working at a television station was a competitive situation at best. Everyone fought for their spot, and no one, including me, ever felt safe.

I’d started at KDSM as an intern while still in college. I was excited to be officially hired right after graduation. Including my internship, I’d spent almost three years at the station. Maybe it wasn’t one of the largest stations in St. Louis, but they had a good reputation and several successful anchors at the big stations had been hired from here.

Megan Parsons, a production assistant, had been friendly from my very first day. We had a lot in common. We were both twenty-three, and we both came from broken homes. Like me, Megan was raised in church, although I’d stopped going when I was a teenager. Our biggest differences were in our appearance. Megan’s dark skin, eyes and hair were an antithesis to my pale complexion and light blonde hair.

            Realizing I’d allowed my mind to wander, I pushed worries about my job away and pulled out the picture that had sent shockwaves through me. I stared at the face of the young boy caught by the camera as he rode past in a buggy. It was clear from his shocked expression that he wasn’t expecting to have his picture taken. I could feel my heart beat faster, and I found it difficult to catch my breath. The features were so familiar. Could it be him? Was I just seeing what I wanted to see? Ryan was seven when he was taken. There was something about the eyes – and the hair. The boy wore a black, wide-brimmed hat that had been pushed back on his head. His widow’s peak was clearly visible. Just like Ryan’s.

            “Ready for our meeting?”

            Ed Grant, KDSM’s news director, strode into the room, and I quickly pushed the picture underneath my notebook.

            “Yes, sir. I’ve done quite a bit of research, and I think this would make a compelling piece.”

            He sighed as he lowered his massive body into the chair across from mine. The chair squeaked under the pressure, and as he scooted into place, sounds emanated from underneath him that I prayed came from sliding across the leather seat.

            “I’m not convinced this is newsworthy, but Leon says we need more stories with local interest. Our new owners are pushing for it. I guess this idea is as good as any other.” He sighed again, obviously not happy dealing with a new corporate entity. Ed’s job at KDSM was tenative, as was our general manager’s. Leon Shook was a great GM, and no one wanted to see him leave. But in a previous shake up, the news director and the general manager had been the first to go. What we could get in their places worried everyone.

            “I believe this piece could be popular if we get it right,” I said. “I have quite a few suggestions. Some are obvious, like Defiance and its Wine Country Gardens, and Fulton, which has a piece of the Berlin Wall. Then there are all the ghost towns left behind when the mining companies moved out. You know, like Morse Mill. Also, Columbia is interesting since it’s home to a lot of ex-Amish. There was a special on TV a while back that mentioned…”

            Ed held his hand up. “That story’s been done and overdone. Besides, Columbia’s too big. I want small towns. Out of the way places. Spots that even Missourians don’t know about. And nothing about that Amish town, Jamesport. We just did a story about them.”

            I cleared my throat, trying to quell my nervousness as I pushed some of the pictures Megan had given me across the table.

            “In that same vein, here’s a possibility. A small town called Sanctuary. Residents are mostly Mennonite. It seems to be inhabited by people looking for a simpler life.”

            Ed took the pictures and rifled through them. “I’ve never heard of this town, and I thought I knew every nook and cranny of this state.”

            I sat back in my chair, hoping it wouldn’t make the embarrassing sounds that had come from Ed earlier. Since I only weighed a third of Ed’s three-hundred pounds, thankfully, there was only silence.

            “What do you think?” I asked.

I was greeted with a cold stare followed by a shrug. Actually, from Ed, that was a sign of unmitigated approval. 

            “What do you need?”

            I pulled the photos back when he shoved them toward me. “I’d like a couple of weeks to tour these towns, Ed. I’ll need to interview people, do some research.”

            He crossed his arms across his chest and looked bored. Once Ed made up his mind to do something, his interest waned. “You’ll need a photog.”

            “Why don’t you let me look around first? I’d hate to waste anyone’s time. Once I find towns that fit the bill, I’ll call you. Then you can send someone.”

            He shook his head. “Waste of valuable time.” He stood to his feet. “You have one week to get it done. I’ll see who’s available. Why don’t you leave on Saturday the twenty-fifth? That gives you two weeks to make contacts and get things set up. Be back a week from the following Monday. That will give you ten days to get this thing done. If it’s good enough, we’ll run it in July.”

            July was a minor sweeps month. Not as important as February, May or November, but I had to take what I could get.

            I cleared my throat. “I’m wondering if this could turn into a franchise. We could highlight one town every week. There are a lot of interesting places in Missouri. And lots of special events. We might…”

            Ed held his hand up, a sign that I should stop talking. “You’re getting ahead of yourself. Why don’t you go to…what was it? Sanctuary? See what’s going on. Get something on film and send it to me. If it looks good, we’ll talk. If it doesn’t excite me, get out of there, go to four or five other towns. We’ll go over the footage and put something together. Ten days, Wynter. That’s it.”

            Although I wanted to point out that it was really only nine days, I didn’t dare criticize Ed’s math abilities. Arguing with him was a mistake. In his present frame of mind, it could cost me this opportunity. I didn’t say another word, just nodded my agreement.

            As the door swung closed behind him, I gazed once again at the picture of the teenage boy. Nine days with a photographer tagging along. Was I chasing shadows? Or had my parents and I quit too soon? Was Ryan still alive?

            Had I actually found my brother?


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