Recovering from a near fatal attack that has left her with residual trauma, including haunting dreams and flashbacks, Sydney Rye is regaining her strength at the jungle training camp of Joyful Justice, the vigilante network inspired by her now legendary acts of vengeance.
However, when a routine reconnaissance mission goes horribly wrong Sydney Rye looses the trust of the leadership of Joyful Justice. Her good friend and trainer, Merl, warns that if she wants to be in the action she’ll have to follow orders like everyone else. Never good with authority, Sydney struggles to suppress her independent streak for the greater good. When she runs up against an old adversary he blows apart everything she has gained. With her and Blue’s lives at stake, as well as the future of Joyful Justice, Sydney must push aside her fears and take a leadership role before it’s to late.
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Excerpt :When the firing stopped my gun was in my hand. I couldn't see what was happening so I inched higher, peering over the rock and between the grasses. The man with the big gun was staring out at the hillside, his eyes scanning. Looking for me, for Frederica. He wasn't expecting Blue who came suddenly from the grasses to his left as the man looked right. Blue streaked across the space separating him from the gunman. Blue's body was low, ears pinned to his head, legs moving so fast I could barely see them.I waited, my heart in my throat seeing the man's head turn as Blue closed the space. Ten feet away and the man saw him, his eyes widened. He tried to bring the gun around in time but Blue launched himself at the man. Hitting him on the side, his teeth sinking into the man's neck as they fell to the ground. The gun went off. Gold casings fountained up into the air. The prisoners struggled to their feet and tried to run away, the cement pad exploded in chunks as bullets ripped into it. I ducked behind the rock, keeping my head low, eyes closed.
I was born in Philadelphia but moved to Texas within weeks. My Dad was a correspondent for the Philadelphia Inquirer and after only two short years in Texas (a State still close to my heart and where my younger brother currently resides) we moved again, this time to Moscow.
My first memories are from that time. My older brother and I shared a fairytale like existence completely oblivious to the turmoil and danger around us. I’ve never felt so safe as when wondering the streets of Moscow.
I learned English and Russian at the same time but neither of them particularly well. I couldn’t say my R’s or my L’s in either language. Both alphabets remained a mystery. We returned to Philadelphia when I was 6 and it didn’t take long for my parents and teachers to realize I was severely dyslexic.
Luckily for me we lived near the best school in the country for kids with problems like mine, Benchmark. The school was intense. It was learning to read boot camp. We weren’t even allowed to talk during lunch, they read to us. And with my Dad reading to me every night at home it didn’t take much for me to fall in love with books. My young heart yearned for those jumbles of squiggles to make sense.
One day when I was 10 or 11 it just clicked for me and I could read. My f’s no longer faced the wrong direction, I could tell the difference between a b and a d, and I was flying through Agatha Christie novels. Mystery novels quickly became my genre. My parents fueled my addiction with their large collection of P.D James, Dorothy L. Sayers, Raymond Chandler and other greats.
I didn’t believe that I could write crime fiction until I was in college and I read this really terrible mystery where cats figure out the puzzle and it turns out to be aliens. I decided right then to write my own.
I dedicated my collegiate studies at NYU to the history of forensic science, homicide, and detective novels. I wanted to understand what these books did for us, how they veered from reality, and what gave them such importance in our culture.
I was walking dogs at the time which is a very strange profession. I would go into all these people’s houses and take care of their pets but we never met. I saw pictures in their house so would recognize them but they had no idea what I looked like. This strange anonymity seemed perfectly suited to a murder investigation.
My dog, Nova, became the inspiration for Sydney’s dog, Blue, and they both grew in my mind until the story was down on paper. It took 6 years to publish UNLEASHED from tip to tail. I love the cover by the amazing Autumn Whitehurst, my good friend and a super talented illustrator.
Now I’ve published five Sydney Rye novels in total and it kind of amazes me. Without the support of my family, my incredible husband and my readers, the adventure filled life I lead would be impossible. I’m very grateful for all the support that I have. To learn more about my adventures with my husband and dog (Kinsey Milhone, pup detective) you can read my blog. I’ve written from India, Costa Rica, floating aboard my trawler, OUR WAY, on the hudson river, and now am in Woodstock, Ny, where bears and birds are out to get me.
And in honor of the release I’m doing a giveaway!
Emily will be awarding 8 separate prizes to randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour: a Sydney Rye coffee mug, a $25 Amazon or B/N GC, 2 signed paperback copies of Unleashed, 2 personalized letters from author Emily Kimelman and 2 audiobook copies of Unleashed. A US only giveaway for either a Sydney Rye tote bag or mug, winner' choice, will be awarded to a randomly drawn host.
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