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Thursday, October 4, 2018

the perfect small town filled with pleasant, charming folks... The Dead Girl (Breakdown #1) by Debra Webb

"Throughout this engaging and spellbinding novel, we discover more about Laney’s past and reasons why she is haunted by it. This book was absolutely mesmerizing and is a serial read, so you will really want to get all four Breakdown books as they are available in the fall."- Lea, Goodreads

Series Description:

BREAKDOWN is a unique and groundbreaking four-book suspense series that will keep you turning pages until the killer is finally exposed. 

In this explosive new miniseries, the idyllic community of Shutter Lake, nestled in the peaceful Sierra Nevada Mountains, is rocked by a shocking murder. Four women, friends who moved to the area to find healing and solace, must now dig deep and overcome the scars of past troubles to find a ruthless killer.

Book Description:

The Dead Girl, BREAKDOWN Book 1 by Debra Webb

THE BREAKDOWN BEGINS... Former L.A. homicide detective Laney Holt walked away from big city crime after a shooting she couldn't put behind her. With L.A. in her rear view mirror, she accepted the position of deputy chief of police in a small picturesque paradise called Shutter Lake. Nestled in a peaceful valley surrounded by the Sierra Nevada Mountains, Shutter Lake is the perfect small town filled with pleasant, charming folks. The crime rate in Shutter Lake is zero...at least until the dead girl is found. The shocking murder shakes the town to its very foundation.

EXCERPT
Two years. 

Apparently that was to be the extent of Deputy Chief Laney Holt's reprieve in paradise. 

Laney stared at the dead girl on the floor. How the hell did a beautiful young woman who had the perfect life in the perfect town get herself murdered? 

Pushing to her feet, Laney turned to the uniform standing by. “Find McCabe.” 
“Yes, ma’am.” 

Officer Seth Trask, the first on the scene, hustled out of the room. Their chief of police hadn’t answered his phone when Laney called him. Knowing his bad habits better than she cared to, it was a relatively simple matter to guess that he had likely over indulged last night. She hadn’t broached the subject with him, but in the course of working together for the past two years she couldn’t help noticing Shutter Lake’s chief of police had a deep and serious relationship with alcohol. 

Laney listened for the front door to close behind Trask. When she heard the telltale sound of wood against wood her gaze settled on the victim once more. “Shit.” 

The coffee she’d gulped down on the drive from Main Street to Olive Tree Lane churned in her belly. Typically she grabbed a bagel with her coffee, but this morning her cell had buzzed with the call about a body before she’d made up her mind whether she wanted a blueberry or a poppy seed bagel. Cream cheese or honey? Instead of a leisurely morning discussing any homeless folks who had taken up residence at the century old mine outside of town, she was analyzing the kind of scene she’d thought she left behind in LA. 

Body rigid with tension, she walked across the main living area of the rustic and yet somehow chic A-frame and leaned against the front door, pulling her attention away from the victim and to the room as a whole. Since the front door was slightly ajar when the victim was found, chances are the perp entered the home right here. A wisp of hair slipped loose from her ponytail. Laney smoothed it back, her gloved hand shaking, giving away the dread and uncertainty building inside her. 

How the hell did this happen? 

Shutter Lake, the perfect little village—according to countless lifestyle magazines—nestled amid the Sierra Mountains of northern California, now had its first murder. Anticipation roiling with uncertainty had her wrapping her arms around her waist to hold her body still. Worse, this was no poor wandering homeless person or visitor or newcomer to the area splayed on the floor. This was a lifetime resident, beloved by everyone—a daughter, business owner, model perfect citizen. 

Sylvia Cole, twenty-six years old and stunningly beautiful, was dead. Murdered. No question about that. 

About the author:
Debra Webb is the award winning, USA Today bestselling author of more than 150 novels, including reader favorites the Faces of Evil, the Colby Agency, and the Shades of Death series. With more than four million books sold in numerous languages and countries, Debra’s love of storytelling goes back to her childhood on farm in Alabama. Visit Debra at http://www.debrawebb.com

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7 comments:

Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thanks for hosting!

wendy Hutton said...

thanks for hosting good luck with the book

Victoria Alexander said...

Great excerpt!

Stephanie LaPlante said...

This book sounds super awesome.

Terri. said...

This sounds like a great read.

Dan Denman said...

I liker the book cover design. This sounds like a mysterious thriller.

Ally Swanson said...

Congrats on the new book and good luck on the book tour!