The beautiful Carolina coast is the setting for this novel.
Kimberly Marshall's life was one most women would envy. She was sincere, beautiful and was married to a very rich older man who worshipped her. Her world came crashing down around her the day she discovered a Voodoo Doll in the bottom drawer of her husband's desk.
The doll was made into the exact image of Kimberly, wearing a yellow dress identical to one of hers. She was shocked to discover the top of the dress was smeared with blood and long straight pins pierced through the chest straight into the back.
Then, the threats began......someone connected to her household was trying to kill her and each attempt became worse than the last one. Kim enlists the help of a handsome neighbor to come to her rescue and help her solve the mystery and stop the killing before both of them become victims themselves.
Kim has a very hard time believing that her husband or anyone in his family is trying to murder her, but she discovers that only the persons in her household would have direct contact with her; the house is too well guarded for an outsider to be able to get that close to her.
Mystery, mayhem, romance and an unusual secret are combined in this book and will keep the reader guessing until the very end.
Sylvia Witmore has always been an avid reader since grammar school and always read as many books as she could.
While in college majoring in Journalism, she discovered that writing for newspapers and magazines was not for her. She became interested in fiction and through her creative writing courses, she found that writing about murder and mystery combined with a lot of romance was her calling.
She is married, has three sons who are married with children of their own, and after retiring from a full-time job, she began writing again in earnest.
Authorhouse has also published Wheels of Danger in March, 2008 and Treacherous Hearts sometime in the summer of 2008.
Kim was so busy watching the white capped waves of the gray, stormy sea she didn't hear anyone approach.
Suddenly, a tall ominous shadow fell across hers on the sand. She was startled. Her recent fright returned in triplicate as her heart momentarily stopped beating. New terror flooded through her.
Turning rapidly, she tried to stand, automatically throwing her arm up to ward off a descending blow.
She had risen too fast; her feet refused to support her weight. As she fell heavily, she cried out in alarm and everything swam directly around her for just an instant.
Once the foggy haze cleared her eyes focused; she realized bronzed arms held her for a minute before she was lifted to her feet. Still supported by strong arms, she turned to see a tall stranger bending over her.....a man she'd never seen before.
His tender voice was deep and extremely concerned. "Are you all right?"
"Oh, yes," she finally gasped, relaxing weakly against him when she realized he meant her no harm. She closed her eyes in obvious relief.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you."
"That's all right. I thought I was alone. When I realized I wasn't, you startled me."
"I apologize," he said quickly. "I never meant to scare you."
His voice was deep and his smile broad and friendly. Kim noticed then that he had dropped a canvas, a box of paints and an easel on the ground when he reached out to steady her.
Without intending to, Kim found herself staring openly at him. He had dark wavy hair; his skin was tanned to a deep bronze and his bright blue eyes were twinkling humorously. They were a startling vivid contrast to the darkness of his smooth skin. He was exceptionally tall, rugged and very striking.
His good looks would always warrant second glances from admiring females. He had a firm, rather wide mouth, almost cruel, but turned up a little in an engaging smile. His prominent cheekbones were high and chiseled; dark eyebrows almost met across the bridge of his nose. There was a deep cleft in his chin and crinkled lines around the corners of both eyes.
"Hey, don't stare. I promise not to bite. If you'll just sit down, I'll join you."
"I'm sorry," Kim dropped her eyes in dismay and confusion. She settled back down on the sand, trying to still her racing heart.
"What's the problem?" he quizzed softly, sitting beside her.
"You're a stranger around here; I was only trying to place you."
He smiled broadly then. His whole appearance changed. Her first opinion was immediately forgotten; there was nothing cruel about his smile. His teeth sparkled and were brilliantly white. That smile made him exceedingly handsome.
He reached out and stacked his canvas and easel neatly beside him. "You should know me. I've lived in this county almost all my life."
"I'm sorry," she stammered slowly. "But, I don't."
His dark blue eyes twinkled as his mouth curved gently again, losing that surprised expression. He spoke again softly. "Well......I know all about you, Mrs. Kimberly Marshall."