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Degrees of Separation [Falcon's Bend Series Book 1] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Karen Wiesner & Christine Spindler
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Who is killing the midnight ladies? Falcon's Bend is a small, sleepy town in Wisconsin that owns more taverns than churches, but fills both on the appropriate days. Teenagers talk of escape from a one-horse town like Falcon's Bend because nothing ever seems to happen ... until one fateful night when a dancer from the town's scandalous strip joint is found strangled. It soon becomes clear to Investigators Pete Shasta and Danny Vincent that the close-knit "family" at the nightclub is a bizarre breeding-ground for unbalanced feelings and obsessions. Pete and Danny race to peel away layers of bitterness before another girl falls victim to the dance of death. [Cover art by Karen Wiesner]
eBook Publisher: Hard Shell Word Factory, Published: 2006, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2006
This eBook is part of the following series:
14 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [370 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [399 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [330 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.1 MB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [369 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [308 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [341 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [811 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [464 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [308 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [385 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [440 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [532 KB]
Words: 112234
Reading time: 320-448 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 0759939780
 
"Here is a "who dunnit" that will intrigue all mystery fans! It is loaded with twists and turns to keep you guessing until close to the end. Every time I thought that I had figured it out another juicy surprise would pop up. The novel focuses mainly on the case. The subplot, involving Danny, is pretty subtle but seems to round out the novel wonderfully. I can only hope that the authors allow me to visit the town of Falcon's Bend again in the near future."--Detra Fitch, Huntress Reviews
"Writers Wiesner and Spindler have done an commendable job in this their first of the Falcon's Bend Series. Fixation, machination, intrigue and artifice abound in this provocative, skillfully wrought tale filled with resentfulness, malice, passion and envy. Degrees Of Separation is a fast paced page turner peopled with enigmatic characters, obsession and a pleasantly puzzling story line that holds the reader mesmerized from the opening lines of the epilogue right down to the last paragraphs. A picturesque mélange of striking, engaging characters filled with a veritable flood of impetus, quick moving plot, apprehension, taut and at times gritty dialogue, ruthless passion, obsession, a peek into the dark depths of the human psyche, Degrees Of Separation has it all. Capturing the helplessness felt by those least able to defend themselves against the machination welded by a tyrant, the writers carry the reader along to a satisfying conclusion in this powerful read. Degrees Of Separation is ... not for the faint of heart. A good book for those who take pleasure from a long lazy afternoon set aside for enjoying a compelling account."--Molly Martin, Angelfire.com
"I'm dead tired this morning. My own fault. I had to finish the last hundred pages of Degrees Of Separation last night. It was only 1:30 when I finished, but my mind wouldn't quit analyzing all the intricacies of the plot. [Karen and Chris have written] a great book. I loved it and can't wait for the next in the series."--Liz Hunter, author of Beyond The Shadow
"Degrees Of Separation is an excellent title for this psychological thriller. Delve into the twisted minds of the characters with Danny and Pete while they go about solving the newest murders in Falcon's Bend. The main characters of Danny and Pete are likeable and the reader can't help but get caught up in their personal lives. All who enjoy a good thriller do not want to miss a novel penned by these two wonderful authors. Karen Wiesner and Chris Spindler are experts at weaving an exciting thriller."--Dawn Myers, Writers Unlimited
"Authors Karen and Chris have devised an exciting story that has a consistent smooth flow with the dialogue and scenes. They have penned a book that keeps you glued to your seat. It is sensual and full of great creativity and that is why I give this book a 5 rating. Their writing is impeccable and extraordinary and this book truly delivers and excels!! Keep writing because you both are truly talented beyond words."--Linda, Lighthouse Literary Reviews
Chapter One Twenty-one years… IF THIS DAY sucked any worse, it'd have a straw, Teresa thought, heaving in the fresh air as she stumbled out of Danse de Minuit, into the darkness. She felt better than she had a little while ago, when she'd puked up just about everything that wasn't permanently fixed in place. Sure wasn't gonna tell Andre I felt a world better, though! If she'd done that, she'd be back on stage faster than she could wink. Andre never allowed any of them to "shirk" their duty to him. Tottering slightly on her stiletto heels, she turned toward the front of the building and headed out onto Third Avenue. Her throat felt raw, and she wished she'd had time for a drink of water before Andre had appeared, demanding to know why she wasn't out on stage dancing. She'd run the risk of having to do what her boss expected of her or the even more dangerous task of lying to him. She'd gone against her every instinct and lied, saying she'd thrown up and felt feverish now. The first part was true. Looking peeved, Andre had told Lacey to go get Roy to drive her home. According to Lacey, Roy had been "throwing some prick out." Teresa had assured everyone she could walk home; she'd make it somehow. Silently, she'd wondered if the truth of the matter was that Roy didn't want to be in that close of contact with her. After all, less than six hours ago, she'd told him it was over between them. I chose Andre over him; Roy's got a right to be royally pissed at me. Can't blame him…but, Lord, I miss him. She'd never forget the look on his face when she blurted out that she couldn't run away with him. Lordy, but he'd been infuriated after that. Convinced Andre had brainwashed her, threatened her. Worse, Roy believed she'd used him the whole time. Teresa pressed a hand gently to her stomach. Roy was no good for her. He was no better than a sugar pimp, using his charm instead of violence to control her—she knew he wouldn't have changed even if they got away. But…she loved him. Loved his gentleness. His sweetness. He was a teddy bear encased in armor and she'd found her way straight to his heart. They shared something so vital. How could she have let Andre talk her out of their plans? No sense crying over spilt milk, hey. It's all over now anyway. Andre blackmails me with my own emotions, just like forever, no shame for him. He always gets what he wants one way or another, and you know it, girl. A chill went up her spine when she remembered how he'd grabbed her by her arm so hard and yanked her toward him. She'd never forget the look in his eyes as he'd said coldly, "You'll never leave me. I'll never let you get away, baby. Never. If you try—if you even try—I'll kill you and anyone foolish enough to go with you." No, she'd never forget again. She belonged to Andre. 'Til death do us part. But me and Roy, we were so close! Ah, dammit, so close. Roy loved me. Somehow I don't believe Andre even cares unless it benefits him somehow. Roy'll never forgive me now. No way. He told me I was one of Andre's stupid bitches, tied tight to the post with a leash. He'll never forgive me. Never, never, never. Unless…unless I tell him… As she neared the park, Teresa decided to cross the parking lot and sit on a bench awhile. Give herself time to think. Maybe she ought to go to Roy's instead of home. Tell him when he got back later that she was stupid. She'd changed her mind, if he'd still have her. Somehow they'd get away from Andre. Yeah. She'd made the detour through the entrance of the park and toward the nearest bench overlooking the pond when she felt something come down hard on her neck. For a long moment, she didn't have a clue what was happening to her. Then she realized she couldn't breathe. Something cold cinched around her throat. Before she could more than grapple for the constrictor, a knee slammed into her back and a weight came down on her. She was falling, clawing for air. Ain't happening…ain't… Not when…my dreams…finally…coming true. My Roy…baby… The darkness swooped down from above and swallowed her whole. Copyright © 2006 Karen Wiesner.
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