by Chris Patchell
on Tour August 1-31, 2017
Becky Kincaid ventures out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy a car seat for her unborn baby and never makes it home. When a second pregnant woman disappears, Marissa Rooney and the team at the Holt Foundation fear a sinister motive lurks behind the crimes.
Lead investigator, Seth Crawford, desperately searches for the thread that binds the two cases together, knowing that if he fails, another woman will soon be gone. While Seth hunts for clues, a madman has Marissa in his sights and she carries a secret that could tear her whole world apart.
Can Seth stop the killer before he reaps his dark harvest.
Book Details:Genre: Suspense
Published by: Kindle Press
Publication Date: May 30th 2017
Number of Pages: 336
Series: A Holt Foundation Story, Book 2
Purchase Links: Amazon | Kindle Unlimited | Goodreads
Read an excerpt:
Through the Looking Glass
In the summertime, I think there is no prettier place in the continental US than the Northwest. With the Pacific Ocean to the west, the Cascade mountains to the east, the gorgeous landscape surrounding the city of Seattle is a wonderland for climbers, hikers, skiers, and sailors alike. Standing in the middle of a meadow filled with wildflowers overlooking Mount Rainier, feels like living in a fairytale—like you’re Snow White communing with nature. Fast forward six months though, and you step through the looking glass. A dense layer of gloomy clouds closes in overhead, and the Northwest is a different place, setting up for six to eight months of gray suck.
All my books are set in this darker, grittier version of the Northwest. An hour outside the Seattle city limits, there are a plethora of small towns and remote communities that encroach on the foothills of the Cascades. One sunny Sunday afternoon, I was looking for a place to set part of my story, In the Dark. Checking out the GPS, I was looking for a place that contained a little lake. Every tiny patch of blue was fair game. Down in the bottom of the sundrenched Snoqualmie Valley, we stumbled upon the most unlikely of places—a Girl Scout camp.
As we walked through the tall, swaying pines, I could feel the rush of the Tolt River passing by, and I knew that this was the place. Though it was quite lovely in the summer, a lush emerald green—I knew that it would look and feel very different in the wintertime. The moss would grow thick on the trees bordering the water, making them look like they were plucked straight from Tim Burton’s nightmares. The summer safe houses of starry-eyed Girl Scouts would become prisons as the rain tolled endlessly on the tin rooves of the little cabins dotting the valley floor. Every year the rivers flood, overflowing their banks, cutting off roads, and encroaching upon the campground.
For me, that’s the beauty of world building—distorting the everyday world around me into a grim version of reality my characters inhabit. And because I love to write creepy suspense novels, a downed tree in a greenbelt on the way to the grocery store becomes a landslide slamming into a character’s car. Owners walking their dogs down a grassy hill becomes cadaver dogs scouring the woods. My own dog is a Chorkie (look it up for the visual). In my books, he becomes David Berkowitz’s barking hound from hell.
While writing my latest book, Dark Harvest, some of my childhood memories came to the surface to help shape the world represented in the book. I grew up in farm country. As kids, my brother and I played in the abandoned barn beside our house. Filled with rats and rotted hay, I loved the way the shards of sunlight would slice through the gaps between the decaying wooden walls.
Venturing deep into the surrounding fields, we stumbled upon something else that stuck in my mind. It was a house in the middle of nowhere, abandoned many years ago. Surrounded by long, golden grass, blackened with age, the mystery of the place stuck with me. Who had lived here? Why had they left? Years later when I was looking for a place to set my latest book, these memories rose to the surface. The endless farmhouses that dot the rolling green landscape came alive in my story—and not in the Disney kind of way.
When you step through the looking glass into one of my books, you’re transported on a journey that takes you to the darker side of reality where my characters live. The stakes are high, the pace is fast, so strap yourself in for one heck of a ride.