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    Meet Elke Feuer author of new release Deadly Race

    12/2/2014

    Elke FeuerAbout the Author:

    Elke was born and raised on Grand Cayman and lives there with her husband and two kids who keep her on her toes.

    She’s a cof­fee­holic, check­list fanatic, and future space explorer. She has a sarcastic/quirky sense of humor and loves meet­ing new people. When not writing, she’s helping other writers in Cayman through her organization CayWriters.

    The author of For the Love of Jazz and Deadly Bloodlines, book one in her Deadly Series. She stumbled into writing romantic suspense because of her fascination with serial killers, but writes other genres because characters keep telling her their stories and she’s a sucker for a crazy story.

    What people say about Elke

    “Elke knows how to create a page turner and will leave you begging for more”

    “Elke is an up and coming author to watch”

    Connect with Elke:

    Website |Twitter|<span “mso-fareast-font-family:”times=”” roman”;=”” mso-bidi-font-family:”times=”” roman”;color:blue”=””>Facebook|Amazon |Goodreads

    Contact: hotcaymanmama@yahoo.com

    Buy Links:

    Amazon: http://myBook.to/DeadlyRace (universal link to all Amazon sites)

    B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/deadly-race-elke-feuer/1120829111?ean=2940046424195

    Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/497029

    Deadly Race - Elke Feuer - Cover

    Excerpt from Deadly Race

    “I didn’t really have a relationship with her. She was someone I wanted, but she didn’t know how I felt until an hour ago.” Would she decide to kick him out of her apartment for either leading her on or being a complete ass?

    She gripped the couch tightly and it collapsed beneath her hands. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her mouth twisted in anger. Here comes her emotional eruption. He braced himself.

    “You put me through all of that for nothing?” She said it with so much control he wondered where she got it.

    “It wasn’t nothing to me,” he reasoned.

    “Wasn’t nothing? Do you know how many times I felt guilty because you had a girlfriend, or know how many nights I lay awake imagining I’d go to hell for the dirty thoughts I had about you in this apartment, inside and outside your car, even the examination table in your office?” She paced before him.

    Jackson was speechless, and turned on, as he thought about everything she’d just mentioned. He remembered the night she kissed him in the car and wondered what would’ve happened if they hadn’t been interrupted, or if they’d been in a secluded area instead of outside her apartment.

    “Hey!” she shouted, pulling him from his erotic thoughts of her spread out over the roof of his car.

    “Stop that! You don’t get to have a fantasy in the middle of my rant. Got it?” Her index finger pointed at him.

    He wanted to smile, but knew she’d probably knock his lights out if he did. “Please continue,” he said as politely and seriously as he could.

    “Why couldn’t you be honest with me?” She ran a hand through her hair.

    Honest about that? She couldn’t be serious? “Honest about wanting someone I hadn’t even told how I felt? I hardly knew you, Remy, and you wanted me to share something I’d kept secret for nearly two years?”

    “Two years?” Her voice echoed in disbelief.

    It sounded ridiculous to hear it out loud.

    She must’ve thought so, too, because she laughed. It started as a light chuckle, but then escalated to full, out loud, boisterous laughter until it was so extreme she fell to the floor behind the couch.

    He walked over to where she lay. “It’s not that funny,” he insisted.

    She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and laughed harder.

    “I’m glad you’re enjoying this at my expense.” He extended a hand to help her up, but she waved it away as another fit of laughter overtook her. “You might not believe this, but I’m incredibly shy.”

    She roared louder and gestured with her hand for him to stop talking.

    He couldn’t blame her for laughing. He’d been anything but shy around her. She had a knack for bringing out emotions in him that were less than passive, with her audaciousness and that unfiltered mouth of hers.

    Comment

    Elke Feuer
    12/2/2014 09:35:59 am

    Thanks for hosting me, Monique, and for helping to get the word out about my new book. Really appreciate it!

    Have a great night!

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    New release – Deadly Bloodlines by Elke Feuer

    3/23/2014

    Elke FeuerDeadly Bloodlines

    Book Blurb

    Years after leaving Cayman because of her notorious serial killer mother, Angel Mason returns as an inspector on the police force. On the twentieth anniversary of her mother’s capture, someone is murdered in the same manner as her mother’s victims.

    To complicate matters more, Angel’s old flame, Bren McDougal, is assigned to help her with capturing the killer, and soon it’s undeniably clear that the passion between them is hotter than ever.

    As the killer repeats her mother’s deadly pattern, Angel must face the terrifying truth she’d been hiding for twenty years.

    What people are saying

    “Elke Feuer skillfully keeps you guessing in this twisty-turny romantic suspense story about a Cayman investigator tracking a copycat killer-one imitating the crimes of a her own serial-killer mother. Suspenseful and satisfying!” ~Francine LaSala, author of The Girl, the Gold Tooth, & Everything.

    Excerpt

    Angel Mason sat on the edge of her bed and squished the thick caramel carpet between her toes, assurance the deadly grip of another nightmare was gone.

    On the nightstand her phone vibrated, startling her. It was Dustin Williams, Chief Superintendent. The time, 6:30 a.m., flashed in red from her clock. She cleared her throat and prayed there was no trace of the bottle of vodka she’d finished off the night before in her voice. “Inspector Angel.”

    “Dead body at Galleon Bay.” He never minced words.

    “Some tourist die in their sleep?”

    “No, looks like she was murdered.”

    Brittle silence hung in the air as the words echoed in her mind like a broken record.

    “Angel?”

    “I’ll be there in half an hour,” she stammered.

    “Good, I want this dealt with quickly. There hasn’t been a tourist murdered on the island since…”

    “Since Meredith,” she finished for him.

    “Yeah, and we remember how that turned out,” he said dryly.

    The phone imprinted her hand as she squeezed it. No one had forgotten how it turned out, least of all her—no matter how hard she tried.

    “I want you to collect the evidence,” Williams said.

    “What? Why?” She didn’t normally question his decisions, but she hadn’t worked in forensics since she had been promoted to inspector.

    “You’re the most experienced scene of crime officer we have.”

    “I’ll take care of it, sir,” Angel assured him.

    “Johnson, Sanchez, and Ebanks are already there controlling the traffic and crowd,” he said, his voice sounding miles away.

    “Yes, sir.”

    The phone went dead without a goodbye, not that she expected one. He didn’t converse beyond necessity, but she never took it personally. He was like that with everyone.

    She went to the bathroom, took out the bottle of painkillers on the second shelf of the cabinet on the wall, and downed two.

    As the pills made their way to her queasy stomach, she searched the cloud in her head for how she had gotten to bed last night. Leftover Chinese and drifting to sleep during the nightly news in a vodka-induced haze was all she remembered.

    Horrifying screams and blood splattered across her hand paraded before her, remaining trickles from her dream, and the smell of blood filled her nose.

    “No!” She gripped the edges of the porcelain sink to steady herself and clear her mind of the images. Her dreams were becoming more frequent and the vivid details lingering long after she awoke.

    She let out the breath she was holding and splashed cold water on her face. The reflection in the mirror was an unwanted reminder that she couldn’t escape her heritage or the history that came with it, and there was nothing she could do about it.

    Once she showered and got dressed, she pulled her hair into a ponytail. She walked down the short beige corridor to the living room and grabbed her keys off the hook on the wall. The cool morning air blew against her makeup-free face when she opened the door. She inhaled the salty air, and watched the sun peaking over the horizon of the ocean. They calmed her nerves as she made her way down the stairs and to her car. Starting the engine, she pulled out of the parking lot and towards the hotel where Meredith, her mother, had worked before she was arrested for murdering the guests.

    Author Bio

    Elke was born and raised on Grand Cayman and lives there with her husband and two kids who keep her on her toes. She has a sarcastic, quirky sense of humor not everyone gets, and is in a race to become the first Caymanian in space. When not writing, she’s helping other writers in Cayman through her organization CayWriters.

    Author of For the Love of Jazz and Deadly Bloodlines, book one in her Deadly Series scheduled for release in March 2014.

    She stumbled into writing romantic suspense because of her fascination with serial killers, but also writes other genres because characters keep telling her their stories and she’s a sucker for a crazy story.

    You can connect with Elke:

    Website

    Facebook

    Twitter

    Goodreads

     

    Deadly Bloodlines - Cover