Launches on Amazon March 28th!
Author Lori Robinett's second novel
Andi is the wife of Dr. Chad Adams, a well respected orthodontist in the small community of Buccaneer Bay, Maine. Together, they appear to be the perfect couple, but behind closed doors Chad has controlled every aspect of his wife's life. After years of control and abuse, he pushes Andi too hard . . . and she pushes back.
In the blink of an eye, Andi becomes a widow. She struggles to find her way, but revels in the joy of her newfound independence. Just as she begins to accept her new status, her husband reaches out to control her life from beyond the grave. As she fights to maintain her newfound independence, she learns that her husband was living a double life, and those he crossed threaten to expose her as a murderer. Can she put the pieces of the puzzle together before her life is destroyed?
Lightning slashed the sky above them, thunder rolled and the windswept the rain in sheets across the blackness of the Atlantic that stretched away to the East. Andi hugged herself to calm the shivers. The wipers slapped at the rain while Chad berated her for the way she acted that evening. She stared out into the inky darkness.
He glanced at her, “You act like you don’t know what to say or do when we're out in public. You ignored me during dinner, and giggled like a schoolgirl at Carl Franklin at the bar.”
He overlooked the fact that he monopolized the gentleman’s time after dinner, leaving her alone in a sea of strangers. He accused her of flirting with other men on a regular basis, and that night was no different. Hopefully the anger would get out of his system before they got home.
“You make me look bad when you flirt like that,” he continued. “It’s not like Carl Franklin would ever be in the least bit interested in you, even if you weren’t my wife.”
It never occurred to him that his wife found the man’s hobby of rock hounding to be interesting. His accusations stung, and he didn't always stop with words. The two celebrated their sixth wedding anniversary the previous May, and she was determined to make her marriage work. Her parents raised her to believe marriage is forever, ‘til death do you part, so she would not leave him. No matter what he did.
A sharp bang interrupted his tirade.
The SUV swerved on the wet pavement, throwing her sideways into the door. The seatbelt grabbed and held her in place, and she braced herself against the dash with her hands. Her head jerked from side to side as the vehicle fishtailed back and forth until Chad slowed the Grand Cherokee. He held the steering wheel with an iron grip and guided the vehicle to the side of the road, the blown tire thumping. He set the emergency brake with a sharp yank, then turned to look at her, his dark eyes narrowed. He looked evil in the amber glow of the instrument panel.
The interior light blinked on when he opened his door, bathing the inside of the vehicle with harsh light. He started to get out, then paused, one foot in, one foot out, and turned to stare at her.
“I had control. There is no need to grab the dash like that. As you may recall, this vehicle is equipped with airbags. Had they deployed, your arms would have been broken.” That low, smooth voice that had once impressed her now gave her chills. "Snap."
The door slammed shut behind him and darkness washed over her. She bit her lower lip, angry at the tremble she felt at his sharp words. She watched the driver side mirror as he stalked around and opened the back hatch. He shoved his golf clubs to the side and yanked the jack out of the back of the SUV.
She took a deep breath and got out. With winter's last gasp, the rain plastered her thick hair against her head and the clothes against her back. Her thin, sequined jacket did little to protect her from the cold rain that stung like needles where it struck her exposed skin. Her heels sank into the soft shoulder with every step, and the wind pushed her so hard her left leg bumped the steel guardrail. She glanced over the rail. The angry waves crashed into the rocks far below them, but she couldn't see anything but darkness.
He cursed under his breath as she squeezed past him, then said, “Make yourself useful and hold the damned flashlight for me. There’s one in the emergency kit.”
A dark colored sedan splashed water as it sped by. She reached in the back and fumbled around for the flashlight. Her fingers closed around the black metal barrel of the Maglite. The beam sliced through the night as she took up a position just behind her husband and shone the light wherever he directed. The wind whipped and howled around them. Chills racked her body and her hands shook, which made him madder by the minute.
Finally, he yanked the shredded tire off and lifted the spare on. After a few spins of the tire iron, he let the jack down with a thump and rolled the shredded tire past Andi, then settled the jack and iron back into their places. He stuck out a hand and demanded her jacket.
“What?” She blinked as a raindrop struck her in the eye.
He shook his hand in her face. “Your coat. Give it here. I need something to lay the old tire on so the carpet doesn’t get dirty.”
She shivered in the rain while he spread her black sequined wrap out and laid the muddy tire on top of it. He slammed the hatch shut, then turned to sneer at her.
Fatal Impulse: a Widow's Web novel
By: Lori L. Robinett
Published by Three Creeks Press
Lori lives in central Missouri with her husband on a small hobby farm. They manage the place for their Miniature Schnauzer and Miniature Beagle, two cats, and three miniature horses. Though she appears to be a normal person, she has a bit of an obsession with Star Trek and is quite proud of her autograph collection. She is even prouder of her "marksman" qualification for shooting. That's not the only reason not to mess with Lori - she keeps in shape by working out at a kickboxing gym. During cold winter months, she enjoys crafting, especially scrapbooking. And, of course, she always has a book with her, so she can read whenever the opportunity arises. Her favorite part of her day is driving to and from work in her solar yellow Jeep Wrangler, named Daisy. Cutting through the country allows her to drive gravel roads and splash through mud puddles or snow drifts, depending on the time of year (bonus tip: don't wear white when you go through mud with your doors off). She always has a book or two in process - one at home, one at work, and one on her Nook for those got-a-spare-minute times.
Her first book, Denim & Diamonds, was published in 2014, and her second, Fatal Impulse was published in 2015. Her award-winning short stories have appeared in several anthologies and in The Storyteller literary magazine.
You can find her at her website, lorilrobinett.com, and on social media sites such as Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest and Instagram.
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