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Description:
It's a bad day for Sophie Carter when she stumbles across a dead body in the woods. But when the suspected murderer turns out to be a leather-clad vagabond who died in 1889, her carefully controlled quiet life explodes. Not only is Sophie in the wrong place at the wrong time, as a local history buff who loves old legends, she knows too much about the past to remain uninvolved. Trouble is a killer and no one can escape.
Detective Jackson Lynch asks Sophie to help him decipher the legend of the Old Leather Man and unravel the mystery of the murdered woman. Going against her best judgment, Sophie joins forces with the distractingly sexy detective on the police investigation and in pursuit of a killer. Jackson is hot to solve the case as they follow the clues through Connecticut and New York State, uncovering both legend and fact.
As they move closer to solving the murder, a series of missteps cause Sophie to end up in Jackson’s arms and straight in the media. Trouble is everywhere. Jackson’s career begins to crumble and Sophie becomes a suspect in the heinous crime. The case unravels. The past and present collide. Sophie is swept into more danger than she could ever imagine when the Old Leather Man comes looking for her hide to tan.
Excerpt:
Sophie loved to hike and run, continuously finding
new trails to explore in the vicinity. She enjoyed the convenience of living
forty-five minutes outside New York City, just over the New York border in
Glenville, Connecticut. The town was far enough away that she could still
immerse herself in nature, but close enough to the city that she could attend
concerts, events, and culture when she needed a change. She explored the
abundant state parks and open green spaces that abounded close by, enjoying the
diversity found in the change of seasons.
Today was a little different. Sophie had departed
for her run from her home in southern Connecticut much later than anticipated.
A fender bender at the local Starbucks in Greenwich delayed her further.
In her defense, she had just tapped the back of
the other car when she backed out of her parking space. There had been minimal
damage. The white haired older couple, Fran and Frank Bunkowsky, while a tad
grouchy about what the dent might mean for their insurance, were overall
relatively pleasant.
They even invited Sophie for tea the next day.
Then Sophie had driven the thirty odd miles to the
Pound Ridge Reservation, looking forward to an energizing run.
But her morning continued to be troubled.
As she locked her car and began to stretch, sweat
streamed from her brow in large droplets. The autumn day in the forests of the
outer suburbs of New York City had turned muggy. At the entrance of the trail
where she planned to begin her run, the day turned angrier and even more
unseasonably hot for September. The threat of thunderstorms darkened the skies.
To top it off, she had forgotten both bug spray and bottled water, making the
jaunt through the woods not nearly as relaxing or therapeutic as expected.
The sky was troubled; her day was troubled.
She could not shake the premonition that things
were about to get worse.
This wasn’t the first time she had felt that way.
Probably would not be the last. Nature, at least, offered solace and peace.
She began to run the trail.
For the last few years since she had quit her job
at the hospital because she just couldn’t handle watching people die anymore,
Sophie regularly came here to watch the maple, beech, and birch trees turn
shades of leafy avocado green in Springtime and then morph to bright yellows,
reds, and oranges in the Fall.
This was one of the prettiest areas to visit year
round. She loved the changes that came month by month making each trip unique.
While a few tree leaves had swapped green for yellow, it was still too early in
September for a dramatic seasonal display.
Gnats, on the other hand, were in full force,
swarming around her curly brown ponytail like tiny fighter jets while leaving
every other hiker she passed on the trail alone. They must like her shampoo.
The ecstatic bugs were drawn to her chestnut curls like it was irresistible
gnat candy.
Bio:
Lisa
Acerbo is a high school teacher and holds an EdD in Educational Leadership. She
lives in Connecticut with her husband, daughters, three cats, and horse. She is
the author of Apocalipstick and has contributed to local newspapers, news and
travel blogs including The Patch and Hollywood Scriptwriter.
Lisa Acerbo is a high school
teacher and holds an EdD in Educational Leadership. She lives in Connecticut
with her husband, daughters, three cats, and horse. She is the author of
Apocalipstick and has contributed to local newspapers, news and travel blogs
including The Patch and Hollywood Scriptwriter.
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