Tomorrow releases the next installment of The True Lies of Rembrandt Stone.
Tomorrow!
I’m so excited! (Here’s me out with my hubby in his own time machine–a 1978 Alfa Romeo Spider!)
First—thank you to all those early readers who gave me amazing feedback (I’m specifically looking at you, Bobbi) and so many reviewers who gave us their thumbs up. (Love this review! Whoot!)
“So, I read this book in one sitting. ONE. I never do that, ever. Seriously, ever. It’s that good. Between life responsibilities and my short attention span, it simply never happens. Oh, but Rembrandt Stone and Eve. What a ride! This series is shaping up to be my favorite so far this year and we’re only two books into a six book series. The plot twists and turns kept me guessing and muttering ‘no, no, noooooo’ more than once, but the characters are what I love best. Rembrandt for all his flaws and regrets is the kind of guy you can’t help but love and want to see get things right. He and Eve’s life together has been rife with complication, pain at times, but so worth it. The continued peel-back of their history together kept me turning pages with gusto. I love the slow, natural progression toward faith for Rem. Getting to know his mom and dad a little better was a nice addition. If you haven’t started this series, seriously do it. You can thank me later.”
Thank you so much, Kelly!
Would you like a sneak peek?
Chapter 1
Just try and outrun your demons, I dare you.
I sit in my daughter’s upstairs bedroom, in my half-remodeled craftsman, the morning bright against the window, holding a black teddy bear in my shaking hands. Gomer, a throwaway gift to my then four-year-old daughter, almost an afterthought I picked up from a drugstore as I raced home from work on a long-ago birthday.
A white star is embedded in the toy’s fur, and this version of Gomer still has both eyes. They stare at me, black, glassy.
Shocked.
It’s all wrong.
Please, God, let me wake up.
It’s a fear that stalks every man, at least the ones like me, middle aged, married, a father of one, trying to frame his life into something that resembles success. A fear that, despite his heroic attempts, and as much as he tries to live in the light, his mistakes will find him.
And the price of those mistakes will cost him everything.
The voice that confirms it is seven years old, a deafening memory deep inside my head. “But daddy, you’re a detective. You know how to find things.”
Overnight my life has imploded.
My house is now a war zone, the product of fury and panic, the drawers opened, dumped out, my office bearing the wreckage of my disbelief. I spent the past hour digging through my belongings—our belongings—to find anything that might give me answers.
My seven-year-old daughter, Ashley, has vanished.
*****
Yikes, right? Oh, I can’t wait for you to read the trouble Rem may or may not get into next!
RIGHT NOW, until MIDNIGHT, No Unturned Stone is only $4.99. If you wanted to get it for this discounted price, I didn’t want you to miss it!
If you’re a fellow time travel buff…thank you for reading and I hope you love this next episode in Rembrandt Stone’s epic adventure into the past!
Warmly,
