Entire first chapter of either book can be read on the publishers website:Possibilities - http://www.jmbpub.com/poss.htmResolutions - http://www.jmbpub.com/reso.htm
In a departure from her international bestselling Marcus Didius Falco mystery series, Davis creates an intriguing and suspenseful love story set during ancient Rome's most turbulent period.
Possibilities is set in the turbulent 1960s, and is the story of a young woman named Nora Steele. Raised in an orphanage, Nora lands a decent job just before she has to move out on her own. But she must face her worst fears, when she is dragged into a dark alley by an abusive rapist.
Angelo pulled up in front of Jenny's house. Why are all the lights out? she wondered. Surely she hadn't gone to bed so early. Jenny knew she was going to be stopping by to see her tonight. She reached for her cell phone, but remembered it was dead. Getting out of the car, she walked up the front path. She noticed a set of footprints in the snow. The snow had been falling fast, but not fast enough to cover them completely. They were made maybe a half an hour ago. She followed the fading but large, definitely male footprints. They did not go up to the front door, but around the back. Something was definitely amiss. Tracking them to the rear yard, she spied the phone box, its wires cut. Oh, damn! The footprints ended at the fence. Angelo looked around to see it they backtracked, but they did not. Looking up, she could see the door ajar on the second floor deck. She had to get up there. Climbing the fence, she pulled herself up and onto the deck. She peered into the darkened room. If only I had a lousy flashlight! My kingdom for a flashlight. Pulling her firearm, she opened the door and crept inside. In the pitch black darkness, she made her way over to the door. She leaned an ear to the door, listening. She could hear voices across the hall. A man's voice and a very frightened woman's. Slowly opening the door, praying it wouldn't squeak and alert them, she moved down the hall toward the voices. She could smell tobacco. He was here. She knew it-and damn it-so was Jennifer. Fearing that Jenny would be hurt in the crossfire if she used her weapon, she secured it. She was equally dangerous without it. She moved closer to the door and listened at the master bedroom. She could hear Jennytrying to talk to her assailant. He seemed to be getting impatient with her stalling. On the bed, now! he ordered. Angelo could hear Jenny being tossed down on the bed, its mattress springs creaking. She tried the door, but found it locked. Now! Angelo thought as she kicked in the bedroom door. She crashed inside, taking both Jenny and the man by surprise. He jumped up as Angelo charged him. He was as solid as a rock. It was like running into a brick wall. Angelo was not a small woman by any standard, having more muscle than fat on her lean body, but he swatted her away with a backhand. Rolling away from the punch, she charged him again. Jenny screamed. The man was quicker than Angelo anticipated and he hurled the bedside lamp at her.
The killer was holding Ronalds in a half nelson with a knife to his throat. He had changed his appearance, but Angelo knew who he was. She hadn't even suspected him. "Give it up!" she said, pointing her Glock at him He laughed. It was a sick, twisted laugh. He was mad, completely insane. "Let Detective Ronalds go!" He pressed the knife to her partner's exposed neck drawing blood. "Drop your weapon, bitch!" "Just shoot him!" Ronalds shouted. His voice was stern, full of authority. Dark red blood began to dribble down Ronalds' neck onto his white oxford shirt as the killer forced the knife deeper...
Life in the backwoods of Possum Holler is anything but idyllic, but Katie Malloy's childhood is remarkably happy-go-lucky--until her innocence is shattered by a shocking act of cruelty. Distraught, she believes she has endured the worst anguish she will ever face. She's wrong... Now eighteen-years later, Katie has triumphed at last. With a quaint, cozy home and an attentive husband by her side, she should be content, Instead, she wrestles with growing uneasiness as the horror of her past gives way to a chilling new nightmare. A serial killer lurks on the fringes of the dusty Georgia town, his identity concealed behind a friendly face. Because if there's anything she learned through that long-ago tragedy, it's not to trust anyone--even those you know best...
Maddie is mistaken for another person and is attacked in her New Orleans hotel while on a business trip, FBI agent Sam McCabe, becomes her watchdog, as the stalking continues when she returns to St. Louis. Romance complicates the investigation and Maddie is in real danger.
“The mistress of high tension” (The New Yorker) and undisputed Queen of Suspense Mary Higgins Clark brings us another New York Times bestselling novel that she “prepares so carefully and executes with such relish” (The New York Times Book Review) about the murder of a respected doctor—and his beautiful young wife charged with the crime. Dr. Gary Lasch, famous Greenwich, Connecticut doctor and founder of the HMO Remington Health Management, is found dead in his home, his skull crushed by a blow with a heavy bronze sculpture, and his wife, Molly, in bed covered with his blood. It was the Lasches’ housekeeper, Edna Barry, who made the grisly discovery the morning after Molly’s unexpectedly early return from Cape Cod, where she had gone to seclude herself upon learning of her husband’s infidelity. As the evidence against Molly grows, her lawyer plea-bargains a manslaughter charge to avoid a murder conviction. Released from prison nearly six years later, Molly reasserts her innocence to reporters, among them an old school friend, Fran Simmons, an investigative reporter and anchor for a true-crime show. Molly convinces Fran to research and produce a program on her husband’s death. As hidden aspects of Gary Lasch’s life and the affairs of Remington Health Management come to light, is Fran herself the next target for murder?
