A former investigator, author of seven crime novels: The Little Mornings, Marta's Place, The Albemarle Affair, The Reception and the Homicide Detective Steve Music Series: Music, Evidence and Still Life with Music.
<p>Terrified California residents face the shocking dilemma of yet another serial killer roaming freely in their neighborhoods. However, this time it is an evolving serial killer anomaly that relentlessly searches for, hunts down, and ingeniously traps his victims before unleashing his fiery rage. Always two steps ahead of the cops and fire investigators, the killer hones in on the next sinful target leaving a trail of bones and ashes behind as evidence. It rocks the criminal justice system to the core as a string of arson murders hits inside their turf.</p><p>Vigilante detective Emily Stone hunts serial killers and child abductors, covertly and under the law enforcement radar, with her intrinsic skills of criminal profiling and forensic investigation. With Stone’s toughest case yet, the arson serial killer immediately crosses her radar and sends her into the dark territory of a lethal pyromaniac’s mind – to the point of no return.</p><p>While following the clues of the relentless firebomber, Stone grabs the attention of a government anti-terrorist organization called GATE that oversees all law enforcement cases across the U.S., which now focuses their sights on her proven abilities. They have very specific plans for her, whether she likes it or not.</p><p>Everything teeters on the edge of reality, as Stone must battle for her life between a hired assassin and an arson serial killer. Lines are drawn on both sides of the law. Friendships and lovers are tested.</p>
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M. Albrecht" href="http://astore.amazon.com/wwwinspiredmy-20/detail/1894942434"><span style="color:#004d17;font-size:8.5pt;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"></span></strong></span></a></span></p><p></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#b33600;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;">By C. M. Albrecht</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#b33600;font-size:15pt;font-weight:normal;"></span></span></p><p></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666466;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';">When an old drunk asks a drifter to pose as author of his best seller, the young man dives right in...mindless of the rocks below. </span></span></p><p></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666466;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#b33600;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';">Review </span></span><span style="color:#b33600;font-weight:normal;"></span></p><p></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666466;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';">The Little Mornings, by C M Albrecht is a murder mystery with 262 absolutely absorbing pages. We have three main characters here - the grandfather, an alcoholic of questionable character, a slightly off balance woman (Angie) and an impressionable young man (Darcy) who becomes mixed up in a whirlwind of events. Murder, thievery and lies keep the unsteady relationship between Darcy and Angie on edge. Keeping a secret is no easy task, especially when someone else pops into the scene with inside knowledge to the truth. Darcy, unable to control the events, becomes another person entirely from the one we knew in the first few pages of the book. Perhaps because I am a writer, and this book has to do with the publishing industry, I am partial to the theme. Grandfather's description of a writer's methods to reach their creative dreams had me laughing out loud - because it was so true. As were the frustrated, aspiring writers and the over worked publishers. I felt the book was very realistic in this regard. </span></span></p><p></p> <p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666466;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;">I loved the first few paragraphs - they really pulled me in. I kept hearing Humphry Bogart's voice in my head narrating the story as I read along. I sat on the edge of an uncomfortable plastic chair 2 days ago and opened the first page to begin reviewing The Little Mornings. I meant to take only a ten-minute break from my day to enjoy the sunshine. The next thing I knew, my leg and butt-cheek were both completely numb and lifeless? and I was on page 50! So be warned, readers, this book may very well take you out of commission for a few days. I could not wait to get back to it every minute I had to spare!</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"></span></span></p><p></p></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;font-weight:normal;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="margin:0in 0in 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span></strong></p>