The Deepest Dark
by Joan Hall
Hovey
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GENRE: Suspense
Thriller
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BLURB:
THE
DEEPEST DARK
Following
the deaths of her husband, Corey, and ten year old daughter Ellie in a traffic
accident, author Abby Miller sinks ever deeper into depression. She
contemplates suicide as a way to be with them, and to end her unrelenting pain.
In a last
desperate effort to find peace, she drives to Loon Lake where they last
vacationed together, wanting to believe they will be waiting for her there. At
least in spirit. Barring that, the pills Doctor Gregory gave her to help her
sleep, are in her purse.
The cabin
at Loon Lake was her and Corey’s secret hideaway, and not even Abby’s sister,
Karen, to whom she is close, knows where it is.
But someone
else does. He is one of three men who have escaped from Pennington prison. They
are dangerous predators who will stop at nothing to get what they want - and to
keep from going back to prison. Having already committed atrocious crimes, they
have nothing to lose.
Unknowingly,
Abby is on a collision course with evil itself. And the decision of whether or
live or die will soon be wrenched from her hands.
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"...Joan
Hall Hovey knows suspense. She keeps it simmering in every scene she writes and
knows just the right moments to turn up the heat and bring it all to a boil.
THE DEEPEST DARK is a terrific suspense novel." James Hankins, author of
BROTHERS AND BONES and SHADY CROSS
"...readers
will be chilled as they root for Abby to take back her life and escape the Loon
Lake cabin alive and breathing. Once the first page is read in this one,
nothing will be able to draw your attention away..."
Reviewed
by Amy Lignor, author of "The Charlatan's Crown," published by
Suspense Publishing, an imprint of Suspense Magazine
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EXCERPT:
The three dark figures moved quietly among the
shadowy, rain-dripping birches, pines and alders toward the old farmhouse where
amber lights glowed in the two lower windows. They crept with the stealth of
foxes intent upon the chickens in the hen house, hungry and deadly, already
tasting blood. And the Nichols’ actually did keep a few chickens of their own,
mainly for the fresh eggs, but not altogether for that reason. They liked
seeing them clucking and pecking about the yard; they were good company and
cost only a bit of seed. Once, they had operated their own farm, and a fair
sized one it was, too. These days they kept a small vegetable garden and Ethel
Nichols tended the flowers that grew along the walkway and in her window boxes,
mainly morning glories in heavenly blue and pansies in shades of lavender and
sun-yellow.
In their early eighties now, and in relatively
good health, they were enjoying the fruits of their labor in these latter
years, including the big screen TV on which they were presently watching an old
rerun of All in the Family, one of life’s pleasures that Hartley and
Ethel shared. …
When the commercial came on, Ethel rose from the
big stuffed chair across from her husband’s Lazy Boy. She was white-haired,
ample of figure, and quick to smile. “Cup of tea, Hartley?”
He looked in her direction and grinned
mischievously. Though his own hair had long gone and he walked with a limp, to
Ethel he was as handsome as the first time she saw him walking into Mr.
Biggar’s class in grade nine. She could still see him as he was then, tall and
lean, with a thatch of fair hair fallen over his brow.
“Wouldn’t mind having just a tiny slice of that
apple pie you baked to go with my tea.” An affectionate coaxing twinkled in
blue eyes that had faded only a little over the years.
Looking at him, she mentally shook her head. He
knew he had trouble getting to sleep if he ate after he’d had his supper. “Sure,” she said. And it will be tiny,
Mister Nichols, you can bet on that.
She had started for the kitchen when she stopped in the doorway between
the living room and kitchen, thinking she’d heard a noise outside. She
listened. Heard it again. A squeaking of the porch swing chain?
“Did you hear that?” she called into the living
room.
“Hear what? Didn’t hear nothin’, Ethel.”
“I’m not sure. Sounded like... oh, I’m sure it’s
nothing. The wind.”
AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Joan Hall Hovey is the definition of an
‘artist’. From her writing that has taken the form of suspense novels, as well
as short stories and articles, this woman has not only taken the suspense world
by storm, but also dabbles in the theatre community. In addition to it all,
Joan takes the time to work with other authors, giving them the information and
help they need to embrace their talent and become a part of the literary world.
Born and raised in Saint John, New Brunswick,
Joan has a family she adores; including, Scamp, the family dog. She is blessed
to look out every day at the tall pine trees and the stunning view of the
Kennebecasis River. But although that view is certainly inspiring, her fans
will tell you that it is Joan’s view – the scenes and characters within her own
creative mind – that is truly unforgettable. This is a talent who brings
vibrancy to the page, creating locations that, even in the light of day, chill
fans to the bone.
An insatiable reader, the works of Poe, King,
and other masters of the mystery world, inspired Joan to write. And now, with
her latest novel – THE DEEPEST DARK – she once again hits the nail on the
proverbial head, drawing readers into a world of fear that will leave them
absolutely breathless.
Available at most online bookstores.
Published by Books We Love Inc.
https://amzn.com/B00K9E7EHY The Deepest Dark
Official website of Joan Hall Hovey www.joanhallhovey.com
https://www.facebook.com/joan.h.hovey
https://twitter.com/joanhh
Other Suspense Novels by Joan Hall Hovey
Tragic Spawn
The Abduction of Mary Rose
Night Corridor
Chill Waters
- winner of the Bloody Dagger Award
Nowhere To Hide – Winner of the Eppie Award
Listen to the Shadows
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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and
RAFFLECOPTER CODE
Joan will be awarding a
Still Life by Jean Baptiste Oudry from Metropolitan Museum of Art - US, Canada
Only. 10 1/2" x 8" Violin, Sheet Music Laminate to a randomly drawn
winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Use the link below to enter.
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ReplyDeleteThanks so much for hosting. Hope you enjoy The Book Trailer for The Deepest Dark: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOFddR5pYyA
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Great to see Joan here with The Deepest Dark, one of my all time favorite suspense novels. Love the book trailer. Jude
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