Wednesday, January 13, 2016

~*~*~BLOG TOUR*~*~* Copper Lake by: Ann Swann

They call him the Killer Cartographer because he carves the map coordinates of each victim on the femur of the one before. Then he tattoos the information on his skin. Can Detective Kendra Dean bring him in, or will she become his next tattoo?


Ann lives in Texas with her husband and rescue pets. She loves libraries and book stores and owns two e-readers just for fun. Ann writes what she likes to read.

 All For Love, a Contemporary Romance filled with heartache and hope, was Ann’s first novel for 5 Prince Publishing. It has been on Amazon’s bestseller list for Literary Fiction.

 Her Romantic Suspense series begins with

Stutter Creek, which has been on Amazon’s bestseller list for Romantic Suspense, and continues with her newest release, 

Lilac Lane, which one reader called “almost too scary.”
Book three will be out in 2015.

She also writes short fiction, which is usually speculative in nature. To find out more simply contact Ann at one of the ways listed below, or click on the STAY UPDATED button on her Amazon Author Page. 

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The bones were wet and cold. The clay in the soil trapped the moisture as efficiently as a layer of mulch in a flower bed. When Edgar held the femur up to the moonlight, he was thrilled to observe how fully the dirt and mold had settled into the cuts. It created an inky labyrinthine abstract on the once-white surface. He caressed the soil around the bones, and then lifted the rest of them from their shallow bed.
“Welcome back,” he whispered.
It took hours to finish his work, but he didn’t think of his other girl even once. Well, not more than once, maybe twice at the most. The main thing was, he finally felt free. He no longer felt trapped. As soon as he’d begun to free the bones, he’d begun to free himself, too. His mood lightened. His outlook improved. The world looked brighter, even beneath the moon.
Guess I had buried myself along with my girls.
He felt so light by the time he finished; it was as if his feet no longer touched the ground. Starting back down the trail, he realized he didn’t want to leave.
An idea entered his brain like an arrow.
I have my hiking gear in the car, my sleeping bag, water, an energy bar, maybe even a package of trail mix.
He grew so excited, the flesh of his scalp tingled.
I’m doing it. I’m going to spend the night with my girl.
My best girl.


A sparrow on the windowsill suddenly seemed to require her undivided attention. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And sometimes it’s so unbelievably quiet I want to scream just to see if I still can.”
Woody stood and headed back to the door. “That’s why I’m here, boss lady.”
Kendra watched him through the window. Tall and fidgety, his surfer-boy blond hair curled around his ears and scratched at his eyebrows. He looked good in a suit, but he would have looked more comfortable in board shorts and a tan.
Unfortunately, they lived in the mountains, not near the beach. He always talked about getting out on the ski slopes at Angel Fire, since he could no longer surf like he did back home in California, but he never seemed to get around to it.

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