Virtual Book Tour Dates:
7/14/14 – 7/28/14
Genres:
Mystery/Thriller, Suspense, Romance, Crime
Blurb:
Gwynn Reznick’s life is shattered when her best friend and co-worker at Wilton Oil & Gas Company dies in a car crash. She doubts it was an accident. Her suspicion is confirmed when a private investigator, Ruben Dordi, shows up at her door. His team has discovered a trail of unusual deaths and disappearances among Wilton employees.
To make matters worse, Gwynn is under constant surveillance by those responsible for her friend’s death. But that doesn’t deter her from getting involved in the investigation. Danger lurks in every corner of the Wilton Tower. One false move could turn a risky situation into a death trap. As the investigation team digs deeper, they begin to unravel a sinister plot that threatens a catastrophic pipeline disaster. Will they solve the crime before it is too late?
ExcerptGwynn awoke slowly with tape covering her mouth again, her wrists firmly tied together, and her body aching. She saw the back of man dressed in a Wilton security guard uniform sitting a few feet from her. Glancing down, she saw she was lying on a cot and her blouse had been torn, the rose pin gone. She managed to move her forearms over her bra and found the bug was also missing. The bandage, a tracking device waiting to be activated, was still securely attached to her arm. With her hands and mouth bound, she couldn’t pull it up.
She smelled a musty odor and wondered where they had taken her. Looking around, she saw a high ceiling with rusty metal trusses, several broken insect-infested skylights, and walls covered with masonry and metal siding. Pigeons fluttered around in the large open space, their droppings marked the walls. Old abandoned equipment stood in the center of the room, puddles of water on the cement floor. Off in the distance, she saw large double doors standing ajar with daylight shining through the opening.
The security guard turned around. He was the guard with the deep set eyes who had stared at her when she entered the Wilton Tower.
“You’re finally awake,” he said, rising to his feet. “Now don’t go away while I get Luke.” He gave her a malicious smile as he turned and strode toward the door.
She held onto the side of the cot with her bound hands, raised herself up to a sitting position, and saw the rope tightly wrapped around her ankles. Her feet were bare. She swung her legs over the edge as Cromer walked toward her.
His eyes were locked on her as he yanked the tape off of her mouth. “You’re moving around too freely. Looks like I have to sit down with Todd and criticize his hostage binding technique.”
She sat silently, immobile, staring at him.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to be difficult like your friend, Julie,” he said with a stone, cold, emotionless face.
She took a few deep breaths but remained silent.
“When I questioned Taylor, he was very concerned about his girlfriend, Cindy. She’s also your friend. Will you be as concerned about her as Taylor was?”
Gwynn felt her stomach churning as she continued staring at him.
Cromer picked up a chair, lowered it down next to her, and sat, looking at her intensely. He loosened his necktie, and then pulled a knife from under his sport coat. He ran the side of the blade against his fingers. He leaned forward and caressed her neck with the tip.
Gwynn forced herself not to move as he wielded the knife around her.
“You’re in for a treat; a technique that was used on me in Iraq.” He popped off her buttons with the tip of the blade. “I screamed, bled tears, and begged for death. Like you’ll be doing if you don’t answer my questions.”
She flinched and pressed her lips together.
“I suppose I should be thankful for that experience. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be the well-adjusted person I am today.” He pushed the tip into her side.
Gwynn couldn’t prevent a scream from escaping as the blood ran down her blouse.
“That’s just to give you a little taste.” He stood and took off his sport coat, revealing a gun in a holster strapped across his shoulder, ready for the final assault. He hung it over the back of the chair and sat down. “Now that we’ve had some fun, let’s get down to business.” he said, rolling up the sleeves on his blue shirt.
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About the Author:
Inge-Lise Goss was born in Denmark, raised in Utah and graduated Magna Cum Laude from the University of Utah. She is a Certified Public Accountant and audited oil and gas companies for over twenty years
She now lives in the foothills of Red Rock Canyon with her husband and their dog, Bran, where she spends most of her time in her den writing stories dictated by her muse. When she’s not pounding away on the keyboard she can be found reading, rowing, or trying to perfect her golf game.
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A Day in the Life of Inge-Lise Goss
This morning the sun streamed into the bedroom around 6 a.m. and woke me up before I finished dreaming about the story buzzing around in my head. I was in the middle of a scene where a woman dressed in black sweats was creeping through an abandoned refinery. I turned away from the window, closed my eyes and attempted to capture the dream again. After tossing around in bed for fifteen minutes, I gave up and forced my feet to the floor. Now I knew that I’d have to wait until I dozed off tonight to find out if she got out unscathed. Bummer!
I slipped on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt and trudged down the stairs to the rowing machine looming in the corner. There, I stuck ear buds in my ears, flipped on the music, and listened to rock-n-roll while I rowed to the beat for twenty-five minutes. As I continued enjoying the music, I headed out the front door for a walk.
Feeling sweaty when I returned home, instead of grabbing a bottle of water, I gulped down a cup of coffee. While I kept an eye on the quail family that had taken residency in the ivy surrounding our patio, I poured a bowl of cereal and covered it with blue berries. Breezing through the newspaper, I chatted with my husband about a few of the articles. Then I filled my coffee mug and moved to the den.
After turning on my computer, I found myself glued to the internet as I bounced between emails, facebook, and twitter. Satisfied I had responded to everything, well, almost everything, that needed my attention, I clicked on the word processing icon. My daily goal used to be writing by 10 a.m., but since my first novel was published I seldom make that time frame and today was no exception. I’m not good at multi-tasking, so I either work on a new manuscript or I edit a draft of a completed one. When I opened my current project, my muse began jumping up and down. She even did a couple of somersaults. She begrudgingly helps with editing, but it definitely is not one of her favorite things.
Shortly before two, Bran, our dog began to wildly bark, dislodging me from the story flowing onto the pages. I looked out the window and saw the mailman. As soon as the barking ceased, I returned to writing, but it took me about ten minutes to become totally engaged.
Later, as my fingers punched the keyboard, the alarm buzzed on my computer. Glancing at the bottom of the screen, I saw “5:00 PM,” time to wrap up my writing, but my muse kept me at the computer for another hour. I finally hit the save button, leaned back in the chair, gathered my thoughts and put the story to rest for the day.
I quickly shed my yoga pants and t-shirt, and hurried into the shower. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, it was time for dinner. After I consumed a large meal, I headed back to the computer and attended an author’s online release party. It was fun, and I won an e-book.
At 10:30 p.m. I crawled into bed and read for an hour. Then, I dreamt about the woman. Now she was being chased by a sinister-looking character.
Giveaways:There are two different giveaways available on this tour!
The first giveaway is for five print copies
of The Cost of Crude! This giveaway will run until July 30, 2014 and is
restricted to USA only entry. Enter through Goodreads!
The second giveaway
will run 7/14/14 – 7/28/14.
One winner will win a $25 Amazon GC and a signed copy of The
Cost of Crude,
while two other winners will each win an e-book copy of
the book (Open Internationally).
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