Thanks, Leanne, for the opportunity to appear here and talk about the heroine in my new book, The Marquesa’s Necklace.
Heroes and heroines don’t have to be extraordinary. They can be the average person down the street. Certainly Harmony doesn’t think of herself as heroic, but when circumstances call for it, she finds the strength to tackle some pretty tough situations. Situations that would overwhelm most of us.
It helps, of course, that she’s prepared herself for those times as part of her routine. Of course, she never really expected to use the self-defense lessons she takes. And she certainly never thought the crazy driving skills her ex-boyfriend taught her were anything but fun.
But when things start getting weird, it’s up to her to protect her life as well as the lives of her friends. And sometimes, just figuring out what needs to be done and then doing it is what makes a person a hero.
Harmony Duprie enjoyed her well-ordered life in the quiet little town of Oak Grove—until her arrest for drug trafficking. Cleared of all charges, she wants nothing more than to return to the uneventful lifestyle of a historical researcher she once savored.
But when her beloved old car “George” is stolen and explodes into a ball of flames, it sets off a series of events that throws her plans into turmoil. Toss in a police detective that may or may not be interested in her, an attractive but mysterious stranger on her trail, and an ex-boyfriend doing time, and Harmony’s life freefalls into a downward spiral of chaos.
Now she has to use her research skills to figure out who is behind the sinister incidents plaguing her, and why. And she better take it seriously, like her life depends upon finding the right answers.
Because it might.
I turned off Dolores and eased the door open, in case the intruder had a companion. Cautiously I walked over to join my landlords, mentally reviewing some of the more effective self-defense moves. “You know this guy?” Luke asked, poking him with the end of the bat.
I studied the face. “Don’t recognize him, but he’s seen better days, don’t you think?” The guy looked like the poster boy for meth—sunken eyes and cheeks, sores on his face and half of his teeth missing. The slobber dripping from Piper’s mouth into the guy’s hair added to the picture of misery.
When Luke poked him again, the man whimpered. “What are you doing here?” Luke asked. The man’s silence elicited yet another thrust of the bat, and Joe cocked the shotgun.
“Don’t shoot! I’ll talk!” The intruder struggled to sit up, but Luke forced him back down. “He paid me to scare the lady and grab her necklace, that’s all! I wasn’t going to hurt her.”
My hand moved instinctively to my throat to the turquoise necklace I’d owned for years and wore almost daily. Luke, Joe, and I exchanged glances. “What’s so special about her necklace?” Joe asked. “And who paid you?”
The wail of a siren broke the quiet of the night. Luke poked the trespasser again. “Don’t know who he was,” the man blurted. “Never saw him before. That’s all I got to say,” he added. “I got rights.”
“We don’t care about your rights. We’re not the cops,” Luke snarled. “With us, you’ve got no rights. Now what’s so special about the necklace?” But as the police car squealed to a stop on the street, the man curled back up into a fetal position and turned his face away.
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