Deadly.com
by Cindy McDonald
Genre: Murder/Suspense
Publisher: CreateSpace
Release Date: September 2, 2012
Amazon
Book Description:
Make a note: never agitate a madman. Successful Thoroughbred trainer Mike West just made that mistake-and he’s gonna pay-more than he ever realized. But it’s all in the family; his sister, Kate, has been the object of the madman’s desire on the social network “My Town”. Her constant rejections have infuriated him! People who seem to be in the way start turning up dead, and he’s got Mike and Kate next on his list! In the first book of The Unbridled Series, Cindy McDonald introduces you to the world of Thoroughbred racing, while taking her cast of characters on a wild ride through a maniacs mind.
"Very well done." -A Book Vacation
"Deadly.com" is a collection of thriller short stories compiled into one gripping narrative. -Midwest Book Reviews
Publisher: CreateSpace
Release Date: September 2, 2012
Amazon
Book Description:
Make a note: never agitate a madman. Successful Thoroughbred trainer Mike West just made that mistake-and he’s gonna pay-more than he ever realized. But it’s all in the family; his sister, Kate, has been the object of the madman’s desire on the social network “My Town”. Her constant rejections have infuriated him! People who seem to be in the way start turning up dead, and he’s got Mike and Kate next on his list! In the first book of The Unbridled Series, Cindy McDonald introduces you to the world of Thoroughbred racing, while taking her cast of characters on a wild ride through a maniacs mind.
"Very well done." -A Book Vacation
"Deadly.com" is a collection of thriller short stories compiled into one gripping narrative. -Midwest Book Reviews
BIO FOR AUTHOR, CINDY McDONALD…
For the past twenty years Cindy has helped her husband raise, train, and race Thoroughbreds at their forty-five acre farm known as Fly-By-Night Stables near Pittsburgh.
During those years Cindy has paid close attention to the characters that hang-out at the back-side of the track. She found the situations and life style most intriguing. In 2005 she sat down at her computer and began a journey into writing about this life that few understand.
Cindy has recently retired from making her living as a professional choreographer. She owned and operated Cindy McDonald’s School of Dance since 1985. She studied at Pittsburgh Ballet Theatre School and with the Pittsburgh Dance Alloy at Carnegie Mellon University to name a few. She has choreographed many musicals and an opera for the Pittsburgh Savoyards.
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For the past twenty years Cindy has helped her husband raise, train, and race Thoroughbreds at their forty-five acre farm known as Fly-By-Night Stables near Pittsburgh.
During those years Cindy has paid close attention to the characters that hang-out at the back-side of the track. She found the situations and life style most intriguing. In 2005 she sat down at her computer and began a journey into writing about this life that few understand.
Cindy has recently retired from making her living as a professional choreographer. She owned and operated Cindy McDonald’s School of Dance since 1985. She studied at Pittsburgh Ballet Theatre School and with the Pittsburgh Dance Alloy at Carnegie Mellon University to name a few. She has choreographed many musicals and an opera for the Pittsburgh Savoyards.
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Excerpt:
The heat of a summer
night wrapped its arms around Westwood Thoroughbred Farm. The farm’s
vast one hundred acres nestled in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania
outside the small town of Grantville. Westwood was a lucrative,
bustling horse farm. In the mornings exercise riders would put the
horses through their daily workouts. The stable hands would scuttle
about the barn chattering in Spanish while cleaning stalls and
filling water buckets. In the afternoon, the farm manager, Punch
McMinn would deliver the horses to the racetrack where they would
dash hell-bent–for-leather toward the finish line.
Not
tonight. Not for Kate West anyway. Kate was only looking for peace
and quiet tonight. The glimmer of candlelight and the comforting
scent of sweet lilac filled the room. She took a long, gratifying
sip of her Sleepy Time tea with a drizzle of honey, a tiny indulgence
to help her unwind. She ran her fingers through her blonde, silky
hair. Dressed in a soft cami and a pair of pajama pants, she was
feeling cozy and glad to have the evening off. She often worked late
into the evening as a veterinary assistant at the racetrack. Tonight
was going to be a hot one.
She stretched out
on the sofa in her father’s study. The sweat dribbled down her neck
to between her breasts. Her cami clung to her like a contestant in a
wet t-shirt competition. She propped her feet on the coffee table.
Her lips curled devilishly as she thought how her father would
disapprove.
Twenty-five-year-old
Kate was much too old for scolding, but Eric West could be somewhat
over-bearing. He loved the grandeur of the old Victorian-style
farmhouse. He claimed that installing a modern convenience such as
central air would compromise the home’s integrity. But he wasn’t
home. She wiggled her toes, lifted her laptop from the couch, and
logged onto a local networking website. The Wi-Fi delivered the site
speedily to announce “MY TOWN” across the screen in bold letters.
The blueness from
the laptop’s screen illuminated Kate’s face. She arched a brow
and she bit her lip softly when the picture of Giorgio appeared on
the screen.
He’s logged
on! Oh yes! There he is a delicacy of pure eye candy.
Giorgio had smooth
olive skin. His long, dark hair swept across his broad shoulders. His
eyes were a cool, inviting green. His jaw was square and strong. It
was as if he wasn’t real, as if he was one of those erotic-looking
characters on the cover of a romance novel.
Kate
chuckled to herself. She could easily picture this half-naked Adonis,
embracing a buxom beauty with her brunette hair cascading over her
shimmering bare shoulders with a title like Desire at Dawn
scrawled over their heads.
She had been
cautiously chatting with Giorgio for several weeks after he had
requested her friendship on the site. His picture was so stimulating,
how could she resist? A congregation of attractive woman worshipped
him with suggestive messages and invitations on his page. And why
wouldn’t they adore him? His half unbuttoned shirt clarifies
one thing. He’s ripped.
Among the women
who paid daily homage to Giorgio was Ava West, Kate’s
ex-sister-in-law. Kate had a healthy disdain for her. She was
unfaithful to Mike, Kate’s older brother. Ava blatantly flaunted
her beauty in men’s faces to get what she desired. Tall and leggy,
beautiful Ava allowed her auburn hair to dangle so she could brush it
back with a coquettish smile when in seduction mode. Like Giorgio,
she too had green eyes, but they weren’t soft. They were definitely
piercing.
Every man’s
wet dream featured Ava, and she knew it. She could be quite the
smooth manipulator. Her messages to Giorgio weren’t so much
suggestive as straight to the point. Ava liked men in multiples. One
man, no matter how handsome, was just never enough for very long.
In general, Kate
thought little of women who participated in cyber-sex; she considered
it a pathetic, desperate activity. But merely flirting with a
gorgeous man in cyber-space couldn’t hurt, right? She laid her
fingers thoughtfully on the laptop’s keys just as a message popped
onto her screen.
“Want
some company?”
Her
fingers jerked from the keyboard. Giorgio! Has he been
waiting for me to log on? Hmmm. Maybe he prefers sultry blondes over
auburn, green-eyed manipulative monsters.
The cat and mouse
game she’d been playing with him for several weeks had been a lot
of fun. He had suggested hooking up several times, but she wasn’t
prepared for a face to face meeting. Not yet anyway.
She licked her lips
in delight as her fingers found their way back into position. I
have to hold him off a little longer... make him want me... make him
really want to be with me. She typed, “Soon... maybe.”
****
In a crummy trailer
park across the street from the racetrack, he waited for her answer
in dark, rumpled bedroom. The old ceiling fan made a clacking sound
while whirling the stench of sweat and body odor throughout the room.
In a pair of
boxers and a dingy white wife-beater T-shirt, he stared at his
laptop. A blop of brown meat sauce dribbled down the shirt. The
wrapper from a half-eaten taco rested next to the laptop amongst five
empty crumpled taco wrappers. His shoulders were damp with
perspiration. He rubbed his thigh and then his groin.
Her reply
popped-up on the screen. He was almost a relieved. He had created
Giorgio as an alter ego to talk to her...flirt with her. Yes,
possibly even be with her.
Kate was
the beautiful daughter of Eric West, the imposing patriarch of
Westwood Thoroughbred Farm. She‘s a woman I can only dream
about. Maybe I could touch her through Giorgio. He wasn’t
exactly sure how, but he would find a way. Soon...very soon.
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Guest Post by the Author!
Guest Post by the Author!
Hey, remember the TV show, Batman, starring Adam West? I know, it’s a really old show, but I’m
sure it’s on some cable network somewhere—they all are. Anyway, in the TV
series, Cat Woman was always trying to take Batman down. She was evil. She was
beautiful—in a scary kind of way. But c’mon, admit it, didn’t you always
secretly want Batman and Cat Woman to hook-up?
No matter how we deny it, everyone (especially women) loves
to hate a good female antagonist. They are so good at … antagonizing! As
authors we love to write about our antagonists, male or female. In my first
book Deadly.Com, George
Smuts is my antagonist. He’s creepy, he’s mentally deranged. He made my
reader’s skin crawl—they told me so via emails, reviews on amazon, and blog
sites. I loved George and I loved the freaked-out reaction that he extracted
from people. That said, my Unbridled series has a full-time antagonist within
its pages who seems to really rile women. Her name is Ava West. She is a
gorgeous, green eyed, redheaded, manipulative witch. She is Mike’s ex, but she
still clutches a corner of his soul. When she’s not tormenting her ex, she’s
got Lugowski wrapped tautly around her manicured pinky, except unbeknownst to
Ava, she’d better keep him in closer check.
Oh yes, I’ve had women state that they would like to see Ava
die … slowly. What? Are you kidding me? Ava is terrific! She is causing my
readers to fidget in their seats while they read. In Deadly.Com she did things that made women’s eyes
narrow and their brows pinch together. Well, wait to you see what she has in
store for you in AGAINST THE ROPES. I love all of my Unbridled
characters, although Ava holds a special place in my heart, or is that my
modem? Truth be told, I’m most relieved that she lives inside my computer and I
don’t have to deal with her in reality. Or do I? Surely there must be someone
that I know who is very much like Ava West. Hmmm…I’ll have to think on that.
Now here’s the tough question about the hate that we feel
for female antagonists: is it really hate that we are experiencing or is it…envy? Ouch! Ava is able to manipulate
even the most alpha males in my stories. She has the power to make them see
things her way, or else—or else…what? You
know what—they’re not going to get to see her naked. Female antagonists are
usually beautiful, as is Ava, and they make me wish that I had the manipulative
might that they possess…or not.
Sorry readers, Ava West is going to be around to poke at you
patience for quite some time—you loathed her in Deadly.Com, she didn’t win any popularity contests in HOT COCO, and she was still at it in DANGEROUS
DECEPTION. However, at some point in my Unbridled Series you may find yourself rooting for her. Hey, it
could happen!
Who is your favorite female antagonist? The one that really
irritates you—is she from a movie, book, or TV series? Okay now, be honest—do
you really hate her, or do you secretly envy
her? ;}
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ReplyDeleteSo, I'm not the only one that wanted them to hook up. If only Cat woman had gone a little bit good. :)
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