If the name Robin Caroll is on the front cover of the book, you know you’re in far a gripping read. This one kept me up until 3 a.m. reading “just one more page”. Caroll crafts well-rounded characters and gripping story lines that pull a reader into her stories and won’t let them go until they’ve reached the very last word.
This is Christian fiction at it’s very best — a compelling story with multi-dimensional characters trying their best to live out their faith during very difficult times.Â I highly recommend this book and all Robin Caroll novels.
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!
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and the book:
B&H Books (March 1, 2011)
***Special thanks to Julie Gwinn, Trade Book Marketing, B&H Publishing Group for sending me a review copy.***
Robin Caroll is a leading Christian suspense novelist. She gives back to the writing community as conference director for the American Christian Fiction Writers organization. A proud southerner through and through, Robin lives with her husband and three daughters in Arkansas.
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Informed by the real-life fallout of the U.S. economy and devastation caused by multiple hurricanes along the southern coast, In the Shadow of Evil tells a modern day story involving the exposure of a building rebound scam. Amidst the layers of unethical practices, supply shortages, and excess murders, a top Louisiana homicide detective loses his heart to a charitable contractor while uncovering a secret about his tragic past.
List Price: $14.98
Paperback: 320 pages
Publisher: B&H Books (March 1, 2011)
AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Eighteen Years Earlier
What a night!
Maddox turned his car into the residential area and glanced at the digital display on the dashâ€”12:28. Great, late for curfew. He smiled. Being late was worth it when heâ€™d had a hot date with Julie Cordon. Man, the girl was something else. Beautiful, sexy, and funny. Just being with her made him feel special. Made him forget lots of things, including time.
Besides, he was seventeen. Curfews were for kids! A senior in high school, and he had to be home by midnight? All his Popâ€™s doing.
Tyson Bishopâ€¦Mr. Air Force man, determined to force the entire family to live by rules and regulations.
But his dad was over foreign soil right now, jumping out of perfectly good airplanes. Mom understood better, wasnâ€™t quite the stickler about curfews like his dad. Good thing, too. Maddox was almost thirty minutes late tonight. Pop would blow his top and ground him for at least a month. Probably take away his car. But not Mom. Sheâ€™d just caution him to pay closer attention to the time. Launch into the whole spiel about responsibility and accountability. He could recite it from memory.
Maddox whipped into the driveway and pressed the garage door opener. The light from the kitchen door spilled into the garage. Mom would be upâ€¦waiting. He shouldâ€™ve called.
But being around Julie was like being caught in a time warp. Even the carâ€™s interior held her smell. Light, floweryâ€¦teasing and tempting.
He killed the engine and jogged up the steps, slipping his charming smile into place. His mom had never been able to stay mad or disappointed when he flashed his dimples at her. Heâ€™d promise to mow the grass tomorrow before Pop got home, and sheâ€™d forget all about his tardiness.
He shut the garage door behind him and entered the kitchen. â€œMom? Iâ€™m home.â€ The hint of roast lingered in the air.
The house was as silent as a tomb.
Odd. She would normally be on her feet to meet him.
He passed the kitchenâ€™s butcher-block island and continued into the living room. A soft light filled the space beside her reading chair, but no sign of her.
Maddox backtracked to the kitchen. Maybe she was in the downstairs bathroom.
â€œHello?â€ His voice rose an octave as his pulse hammered. The bathroom door was wide open, the room dark.
Where was she?
His steps faltered as he pressed into the kitchen again. The backdoor stood open, the glass pane closest to the knobâ€”shattered. His heart jumped into his throat.
Using the agility that had garnered him the wide receiver place on the varsity football team, Maddox flew down the hall toward his parentsâ€™ bedroom. He pushed open the door with shaking hands.
His mother lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of blood staining the carpet around her. Her face pale against the dark red spilling from her chest. A metallic odor permeated the room.
What? He blinked repeatedly, his mind not processing what his eyes saw. Thenâ€¦he did. And nearly vomited.
He raced to her side, lifting her head into his lap. â€œMom.â€ Tears backed up in his eyes as he smoothed her hair.
â€œMad-dy,â€ she croaked.
He grabbed the phone from the nightstand, the base landing on the floor with a resounding thud. He grabbed the receiver and punched in 9-1-1.
â€œHang on, Mom. Iâ€™m calling for help.â€ Every nerve in his body stood at high alert.
â€œToo. Late.â€ She grimaced. A gurgling seeped from between her lips. Her body went slack in his arms.
â€œ911, what is the nature of your emergency?â€
He closed his eyes. Fought back scalding tears. â€œMy mother. Sheâ€™s been murdered.â€