Blurb
There’s a killer in Sanctuary, and the prime suspect is a horse.
When spirited Ember Burns is led back home to open her own veterinary practice, her first client lands her in the middle of a mystery. It starts as a desire for Ember to clear her name, and turns into a personal entanglement in a rapidly unfolding story of lies and deceit.
The small mountain town of Sanctuary has always had its secrets. Who can be trusted? It’s been ten years since Ember lived there but roots run deep. Discerning friend from foe isn’t an easy task.
Relying on her intelligence and instinct, Ember tries to piece the clues together as the town gears up for its centennial celebration.
From the quaint historic shops, to the rugged mountains surrounding them, Ember works to unveil the true culprit before they get away with murder.
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Excerpt
Ember
jerked awake, springing up in her bed and blinking at the thick darkness. For
a moment, she wasn’t sure where she was, and then the past month’s events
came rushing back. The outline of her bedroom window came into focus, the
curtains somewhat illuminated by a bright moon. It was her old bedroom. Home.
Her
cell phone buzzed from its spot on the nightstand, casting its own blue light
into the space before erupting with sound. The ring tone was a harsh one,
meant to grab Ember’s attention so she wouldn’t miss a call. It worked.
Rubbing
at her eyes, she snatched the phone up, worried that something was wrong with
Becky or a member of her family. Who else would be calling in the middle of
the night? Glancing down at the painfully bright screen, she saw that it was
just past 2am, and it was an unknown caller.
“Hello?”
Her voice was harsh. She didn’t appreciate the scare for what was likely a
wrong number.
“Is
this Doctor Burns?” The man’s voice was filled with urgency.
“Yes
…” Ember answered, cautious. “I’m Doctor Burns. How did you get this number?
Who is this?”
“I’m
sorry to wake you, but I have an emergency with a foaling mare. Mrs. Stratton
gave me your number. There isn’t time for pleasantries, but I’m Morton
Ellsworth. I understand you live at the Burns’ place out on Crystal Lake?
This mare doesn’t have much time, Dr. Burns.”
Jumping
from the bed, Ember displaced Daenerys, who she didn’t even notice was curled
up alongside her legs. The dog had started out the night in her own bed on
the floor but must have decided at some point to join her.
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